#Skybound flame

[mcverse]

Summary: Ao’nung dares Lo’ak to enter the forest alone. Lo’ak wasn’t going to back down from a simple challenge, but ends up lost. Someone helps him get back.

Pairings: neteyam x aviphoenix!reader, lo’ak x aviphoenix!reader, Ao'nung x aviphoenix!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Neteyam has a missing limb, Ao’nung being himself, Alone in the forest for those with Hylophobia

Side bar: Facts/information after the end of the chapter. You “meet” Lo’ak here. Not proof read. Oh and it’s third person, omniscient pov

“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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Previous/Next

High within the vastly blue sky, engulfed in misty clouds floated a hidden island. It was so discreet, without a spotter notifying the leaderships of it could have resulted in them traveling longer in search for shelter; who knows how long that would have been.

For such a well hidden place or now the lack of, the size was considerate. It matched that of five tulkun. Looking below it you can see the endless sea, waves surprisingly calm but that’s the beauty and scarifying thing about the blue waters — it can be calm one minute and destructive the next. And the distance from the land to there was unheard of. The fall can really do some damage.

Carefully, they descended toward it together, keeping a watchful eye at their surroundings, only to gasp when the landscape came into view. It didn’t seem possible, but it was unlike anything they have seen on pandora.

The flora here was vibrant and boomed in an array of bright luminous colors, even during the day. The sun doing very little to distinguish their light. Then a light wind passes over the land as they approach closer, bring along a potential smell that lingered in the air.

It did nothing but pull them deeper into its allure. It was a sensation that settled in their lungs with a tingle, which made them feel both invigorated and a little disoriented.

Finally, the Na’vi landed into a clearing further from the ledge. They dismounted their Ikran cautiously and allowed their feet to touch the ground. Again they were left speechless, the softness felt like the very clouds cloaking the land.

And the air, Eywa, the air was a lot thinner but somehow more potent in freshness, surpassing even the purity of the Hallelujah Mountains.

It felt different than any part of pandora discovered. They couldn’t shake the feeling that it was different yet familiar. All life had connection to Eywa, yet this one held a vibration of its own tone. It was calming, magnetic and peaceful.

It was almost too calm, leaving the Na'vi with mixed emotions. The beauty of the sight stirred a sense of uneasiness in their stomachs. Where was the life beside fauna ? A mysterious this land was.

To both it’s connection to Eywa and how it came to make them feel in the end, was a complete enigma. It’s almost felt like a fly trap drawing them into a false sense of security before swallowing them whole while they’re at their most vulnerable.

Jake Sully, sensing the Na'vi's unease, took the initiative and stood before the people. His body moving before his brain even processes, if the wars and his past leadership amongst the Omatikaya clan didn’t teach him anything else, this stayed.

The Metkayina, which were his people now, needed reassurance and though he didn’t hold the “crown” like he used to nor did he know the whole uncharted land, leaving was neither up for debate or an option.

"Okay," he says, locking eyes with Tonowari as he nods from within the crowd, a silent agreement to speak freely. Jake turns to face the waiting Na'vi and speaks, "We have enough food to last us until tomorrow. Then, we will hunt and explore the land in teams."

Upon seeing no protest, he walks over to his family who are standing a few feet away. His youngest daughter, Tuk, met him halfway, jumping slightly as he embraced her tightly in a hug. It brought him a sense of comfort to hold her, reminding him of why he was always fighting for their future.

Neytiri, his mate, approached with a stern expression and flat ears against her head, “I do not know about this island,” she says, her tail swayed slowly, yet aggressively behind her, betraying just how worried she really was.

Jake placed his daughter down before taking Neytiri hands in his, "I know," he says, "but for now, we have nowhere else to go."

Neytiri frowns but nods in understanding. She knows that Jake only has their best interests at heart, and that he is always looking out for their family and the Na'vi. Although the situation does not feel right at the moment, they must trust that this is where they are meant to be.

He leans in to place a kiss on her temple, smiling softly as she leans into it. The smile falls from his face as he turns to look at his youngest son, Lo’ak. Seeing his father's eyes on him, Lo'ak straightens his back and nervously swishes his tail behind him.

"Will you join the group tomorrow?" Jake asks him.

Lo'ak nods curtly, not trusting his voice as he tries to hide his rising excitement. He can't believe his father chose him. That means he saw him as a good warrior right?

He felt like he was imagining this interaction, but he was very attentive in this movement. True this was the first time he was personally picked given his troublesome nature… but it’s not the first time his father let him decide.

After the conflict with the Ash people, Jake underwent a transformation in his parenting style. He deviated from his typical cautious nature and allowed his sons to have more freedom of movement.

His confidence in their abilities grew as they proved their capability in both wars and successfully completed their rites of passage. Despite this newfound trust, Jake remained protective of his children, as any loving parent would be. He found a balance between giving them space to explore and grow, while still keeping them close enough to protect and guide them.

Jakes oldest son, Neteyam, eyes flicks back and forth between his father and his little brother. The annoyance on his face was clear as he took a step forward, ears flat against his head. He knew his father wasn't going to address him unless he spoke up first.

"Dad, I'm still a warrior," Neteyam press, attempting to catch his father's gaze. But Jake avoids eye contact and instead looks down at his son's body, his gaze lingering on the empty space where his left forearm used to be. A deep frown forms on his face, causing Neteyam to shift uncomfortably.

Neteyam couldn't help but feel frustrated. He knew his father still saw him as less competent because of his missing limb, but it wasn't his fault. He had fought bravely in the battle against the Ash people, and losing his arm was just an unfortunate consequence of war. He wished his father could see that and not hold it against him. It was a small sacrifice compared to if he lost his life.

Neteyam's right hand clenches into a fist as he continues, "I should be there too."

Jake acknowledges his son's words with a hum but remains silent. It's not until Neytiri nudges him on his side and gives him a pointed look that he meets Neteyam's eyes.

His expression is inscrutable, but his eyes betray his worry. Neteyam is his child, and he can't help but fear for his safety. "Okay...but be careful," he finally utters, patting his shoulder before glancing over his entire family.

"Why don't you guys find a place to set up camp?" he suggests, earning groans and reluctant nods from his family.

After scouting for a suitable location, the group finally finds a place by the trees and proceeds to settle in. As they unpack and organize their gear, Kiri, their eldest daughter, notices a glowing pink flower growing at the base of a nearby tree. She is immediately drawn to it, almost entranced by its beauty, but her brother Lo'ak interrupts her thoughts.

“What do you think this place is?” He asks, eyes switching from Neteyam and Kiri expectingly.

“Not sure… but it feels…. I don’t know.” Kiri finished, looking back at the flower to see it’s now closed instead of bloomed as before.

How strange… Kiri thought.

Lo'ak follows up with another question, "Do you think it's dangerous? I mean, it was hidden by the clouds. Like it didn't want to be found."

Neteyam listens to their conversation, shaking his head when he’s heard enough, “Bro, shut up. If it seemed that dangerous, I doubt dad would have stopped.” Their father wouldn’t willingly put them in harm’s way, not when that’s what he’s been avoiding for so long.

“Asking all these questions make you sound kinda scared, Lo’ak.”

The Sully siblings collectively rolled their eyes, they didn’t need to turn around to know that voice belonged to Ao’nung and where he went, Rotxo was close behind. They just knew he was up to something as he steps into their space, taking a seat and motioning for Rotxo to do the same.

As he sat there, a mischievous smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glinted with excitement. He couldn't resist the opportunity to rile up the Sullys, especially Lo'ak.

Lo'ak shook his head remembering his earlier statement, refusing to give Ao'nung the satisfaction of getting under his skin. "Keep dreaming, you skxawng." he retorted, trying to play it cool.

But Ao'nung wasn't done yet. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, leaning back cooly, "Then you won't mind going into the forest?” he challenged, knowing full well that Lo'ak couldn’t pass up an adventure. He was more spontaneous than all the others, but his curiosity equally matched his siblings.

Lo'ak's ears perked up at the offer, interested in the idea of exploring the uncharted land first. He raised an eyebrow, mirroring Ao'nung's smirk, "Oh yeah?" he replies, accepting the challenge with a glint in his eye. "I’ll take that bet."

Neteyam stands up abruptly, glaring at Ao’nung then shifts it towards Lo’ak, “You’re going to get yourself hurt or worst, killed. Stop being reckless!” He was itching closer towards Lo’ak without knowing but before he could tower over him directly, Kiri’s dragging him back down to the floor with a shake of her head.

“I know the risk, bro. Don’t forget I’m just as mighty a warrior.” Lo’ak hisses, struggling to hide the annoyance in his tone, but slipped through to his face as he side eyed him. He turns back to Ao’nung, “For my bravery… you have to admit I’m a better warrior than you.”

Ao’nung smirk wavers slightly, he didn’t like that part. The day he admits that would be where Palulukan fly. In this case… it’s possible a miracle wouldn’t have to happen. He cursed himself mentally at setting himself up like this. But he was not one to cower, much less to Lo’ak. It’ll make him look weaker than just saying those few words.

His taunting smirk returns fully and he nods his head, “Deal.”

Lo'ak was a skilled forest Na'vi, having learned how to track from a young age. However, he seemed to have forgotten all of his teachings as he stumbled upon the same tree for the third time. Frustration and annoyance crept into his mind as he cursed under his breath and scratched his head in confusion.

The darkness of the night didn't make things any easier, and what was meant to be a quick 5-minute trip had turned into a prolonged 10-minute ordeal. Lo'ak glanced around nervously, the fear of being lost and stranded in the forest settling in.

He had waited until everyone was fast asleep before sneaking out, but now he regretted that decision. The clock ticked on, and he still hadn't found his way back to the campgrounds. Every direction looked the same, and he was starting to doubt if he would ever make it back.

This was typical of him, always finding himself in trouble. Lo’ak couldn't help but wonder if he would ever learn. However, he couldn't blame himself entirely—this forest was both similar and different to his old homes, making it easy to get lost.

With a heavy sigh, he turned and headed in a different direction, hoping that it wouldn't lead him back to the same spot. As he walked, his mind raced with thoughts he tried to push away. What would happen if he couldn't find his way back to camp? Would anyone come looking for him? Or would he be left to wander these unfamiliar woods forever?

One thing was for sure, he was going to make Ao’nung eat his words after this!

His thoughts faded away as he stumbled upon a breathtaking sight: a shimmering pond that seemed to glow in the moonlight. The colors of the water's surface were like nothing he had ever seen before, and the reflection of the stars above only added to the pond's majestic beauty. For a moment, he forgot all of his troubles and simply stood there in awe of the natural wonder before him.

Lo'ak was undoubtedly mesmerized by the stunning pond in front of him. He crouches to reach his hand into the water, where he saw how the ripples created a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to effortlessly blend together to create a single shade of blue. He couldn't understand how different shades of pink, purple, blue, and red could merge so seamlessly.

He settled himself cross-legged on the edge of the pond, unable to tear his gaze away from the water's surface. The sight was so captivating that it reminded him of how Kiri would often lose herself in moments like this. But this was different, a beauty beyond anything he had ever seen. Was this creation truly the work of Eywa?

Lo'ak was so lost in the making of the pond that he didn't notice the presence of another being. A Na'vi of the forest, with reddish brown eyes, observed him curiously as he gazed into the water.

The female Na’vi moved closer to get a better look at him. Her movements were so silent they could be lethal, but fortunately for Lo’ak, she was here merely to sightsee. Her body blended perfectly into the yinmn blue lush forest, except for the specks of gold that highlighted her skin like stars.

“I should get going.” Lo'ak muttered, but he didn't move from his spot. He was transfixed, almost hypnotized by the serene and peaceful atmosphere around him. Despite his previous concerns, he couldn't seem to find it in himself to be worried anymore.

He knew he should be cautious of his surroundings, but he just couldn't shake off the feeling of peace that washed over him in waves. It was strange and concerning, but at the same time, he didn't want it to end.

As you listened to him speak in traditional Na'vi, you couldn't help but wonder what brought him to the land of Avi People. You knew the language fluently, and it was second only to your own. It was a language that helped create a common tongue among your people, but you had never heard it spoken by someone outside of your tribe before.

The fact that he was here made you wonder if there were others like him, and what their intentions might be. You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than just a chance meeting.

Your ears instinctively pinned against your head at the thought. You crouched low into one of the bushes to the left of the male Na'vi, with your tail tucked safely between your legs.

As you held your breath, you heard a snap, realizing that you had moved just an inch wrong. You looked down and sneered at the twig that had betrayed you. How could Eywa allow this to happen?

Your heart rate picked up as you slowly glanced up to see the male Na'vi standing, a knife withdrawn as he surveyed his surroundings now on alert.

Your mind raced as you mentally cursed yourself for making such a careless mistake. You pulled your body further into the bush, trying your best to remain hidden. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by him.

You knew that being caught would be bad, very bad. You only had a small knife, not much larger than his, and you were slower than most of your people.

You had limited experience in hand-to-hand combat and the thought of facing an attacker left you feeling apprehensive. You knew that resorting to violence was not the best solution and tried to remain calm, focusing on finding a way out of the situation.

As luck would have it, your eyes met with his. Five heartbeats passed before he narrowed his eyes in disbelief. There was no way that a Na'vi stood before him, but you were different. Your features, including your eyes, were unlike anything he had ever seen among his people.

Lo'ak immediately raised his weapon and lowered his body to the ground in a defensive position, baring his teeth with his tail stiff behind him. To him, you were a threat, someone different and unknown.

For a moment, he forgot his surroundings, that danger lurked in every corner of this land that was not his home. Lo’ak berated himself for being careless.

“Who’s there?!” he hissed, inching closer towards you, ready to defend himself.

You freeze momentarily at his hissed inquiry, your heart racing with fear and anticipation. "Tsa'nie![Crap!]" you mutter under your breath, quickly standing up and keeping his gaze with a quivering determination.

The stare down between the two of you is intense and uncomfortable, the air thick with tension as you both wait for the other to make the first move. You hold your breath, fully aware of the danger that looms over you.

Despite the threat that he poses, you take notice of his striking yellow eyes and imposing physique. He radiates strength and power, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration mixed in with your fear.

You quickly push those thoughts aside, knowing that now is not the time for distractions.

You refocus your attention on the Na'vi before you and notice that he, too, is taking in your appearance. You see his eyes roam over your body, taking in the way your skin shimmers in the night and the colorful crystals adorning your form.

Your beauty was as stunning as the serene pond in the background, and Lo'ak found himself transfixed by you. He struggled to look away, wondering if everything in this forest was as hypnotizing as you or if you were an anomaly like the pond. He remembered Norm's stories of anomalies, and now he felt like he was coexisting with one.

As he watched you, he realized that you were not a threat, but rather looked like a vulnerable animal caught off guard. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of you that way, but he couldn't help it. There was something about you that drew him in.

Hesitantly, Lo'ak lowered his knife to the ground and showed his other hand, palm facing upward, as a gesture of peace. He wasn't sure if this was a smart move or not, but he hoped it was something fascinating.

“I’m not going to hurt you—Hey!” Lo’ak's body jolted as he watched you turn and start to sprint away. He wasn't sure what came over him, but he found himself chasing after you, the knife now safely back in its hold. Despite his efforts, he was falling behind due to your unmatched speed.

As he ran after you, Lo'ak knew he should have taken the chance to run in the opposite direction, back to his original task of finding the camp. However, his curiosity had taken over. He needed to figure out who you were, where you came from, and what you were.

As the chase continued, Lo'ak began to realize that the speed at which you were moving was the least of his concerns. Your movements were so fluid and purposeful, as if you already had the entire layout of the forest imprinted in your head. With each leap and dodge, you weaved through the dense foliage with ease and grace, making it look effortless.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak stumbled and tripped over every obstacle in his path, too busy watching your every move to pay attention to his surroundings. He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at his lack of coordination. He was a warrior, after all, but right now he was grateful that none of his clanmates were around to witness his clumsiness.

You glanced back at him, your chest heaving with exertion, and couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with this persistent Na'vi. Did he want to fight? A low growl rumbled in your chest as the thought crossed your mind. If that were the case, you wouldn't have bothered running in the first place.

With a sharp turn, you darted down a narrow path, confident in your ability to lose Lo'ak. But to your surprise, he followed closely behind, moving too quickly to see the large branch in his path until it was too late. The branch smacked him in the face, sending him tumbling to the ground with a pained groan.

As you disappeared with another turn, Lo'ak lay on the ground, dazed and in awe of your speed and agility, completely disregarding the fact that he was alone once again. His curiosity about you had only grown stronger, and he knew that he needed to find a way to catch up and learn more about the fascinating Na'vi who had left him in the dust.

When you saw him drop, a satisfied squeal escaped your lips, and you felt a surge of pride in your chest at having finally lost him. You quickly sought refuge behind a large tree, keeping your gaze fixed on the direction he had tumbled. Finally, you could breathe and think in peace.

The Na'vi you had encountered was peculiar in both appearance and behavior. You had seen typical Na'vi in scrolls, and even some of your elders were still thriving. But this one had hair above their eyes, and five fingers - not characteristic of any Na'vi you had encountered before. Perhaps he was more like one of the startravelers who reside at Flamehaven.

What struck you as even stranger was the fact that he was alone. It was obvious that he wasn't from around here, as the only Na'vi were the Avi people. The possibility that he was lost tugged at your mind, and you started to feel bad for him. Maybe you had been too harsh on him, especially since he seemed to be surrendering before giving chase.

You knew you didn't want to interact with him directly, but you couldn't help wondering how you could help him. Where could his people be? You tried to think about where newcomers would stay.

And then it clicked. "Of course!" you exclaimed to yourself. It was so obvious. They would likely be on the other side of the island where there was less forest cover, making it open and easy to keep a watch out.

You made a mental note to inform your tribe about the encounter and the possible presence of newcomers on the island. Perhaps they would want to keep a closer eye on the situation. For now you had to figure out how to get him where he belongs.

You decided to quietly circle back towards Lo'ak, carefully formulating a plan in your head. As you arrived at the spot where you last saw him, you felt a sense of relief that he was still there, although, his expression seems to have changed. He appears more distressed and sadder than before.

Licking your lips, you took a deep breath and let out a soft, low coo, the same sound you used to track animals in the forest. Lo'ak's ears immediately perked up, and he looked around, searching for the source of the sound. You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of satisfaction that your plan was working.

Encouraged by the success of the first coo, you let out another one, this time a little louder. Lo'ak's eyes darted in your direction, and you quickly ducked behind a nearby bush to avoid being seen. You stifled a snicker, feeling pleased with yourself for successfully getting his attention without being detected.

You slipped further into the forest, staying hidden and careful not to make any noise that could give away your location. You continued to make soft cooing sounds, leading Lo'ak in the direction of his campsite. This time, you were more cautious with your movements, making sure not to step on any twigs or leaves that could alert him to your presence.

As you continued deeper into the forest, you noticed that Lo'ak was following the cooing sounds, his movements hesitant but determined. It was kinda cute seeing that look on his face…

Lo'ak was on edge, his mind racing as he tried to identify the source of the cooing. He knew it wasn't an animal, as the sound was too rough and unrefined. He half hoped that it was the female Na'vi from earlier, taking pity on him and helping him out. But at the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling that it could be someone else entirely, someone who could pose a threat to him.

To ease his nerves, Lo'ak unsheathed his knife, keeping it close at hand as he followed the scattered calls. The cooing seemed to be coming from all directions, making it difficult for him to pinpoint its source. He felt vulnerable, exposed in the darkness of the forest, and he didn't like it one bit.

Despite his initial concerns, Lo'ak couldn't resist following the cooing sounds that drew him deeper into the forest. He was desperate to find a way out and return to his family, but the night seemed to wear on endlessly as the mysterious sounds led him on.

As you led him further and further into the forest, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had a plan in mind, and it was working perfectly. Finally, you paused when you reached Lo'ak's campsite, gasping softly as you took in the many sleeping Na'vi around you.

For a moment, you were distracted by the sight before you, but quickly diverted your attention back to Lo'ak. He looked more relaxed as he stared at the campsite, but you could sense his eagerness when he turned back to the forest. His eyes searched it, hoping to see his mysterious savior, but finding no one.

Lo'ak felt a little disheartened that his helper had decided to stay hidden, but he was still grateful for the guidance that led him safely back to his camp. "Thank you," he murmured softly, lowering his head slightly before quickly leaving to rejoin his family.

As you watched him go, you couldn't help but groan as a sudden headache began to form in your head. The tension of the situation had caught up with you, and you realized how risky your plan had been. But for now, it would have to wait. You needed to find help and tell everyone what you had seen in the forest.

Things to know

Lo’ak isn’t with Tsireya. Though she exchanged her feelings to him, Lo’ak didn’t. He felt attracted to her but still felt conflicted and ultimately it just didn’t work out like they thought it would.

Neteyam lost his forearm in the ash battle. Jake feels slightly at fault for it even though it’s no one’s but the ash people. He doesn’t like Neteyam hunting or the like without someone because he’ll worry. Neteyam’s annoyed with his father, treating him differently. Now he had to work harder for approval.

Kiri likes Rotxo, Rotxo likes Kiri. They’re kinda still in the talking stages. Kiri’s kinda confused about what she wants and Rotxo just a patient bean.

Tuk is still 8, it just works!

[transformers-spike]

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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!

[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

[stone-stars]

so… i made a list of the first use of every song* in campaign 1 of naddpod, with timestamps. if you're wondering, it's 190 unique songs! * disclaimer: this list doesn't include royalty free songs, only emily's, and it's entirely possible i missed one or two.

i've put the list under the cut, separated by episode! edit: backdating on patreon has made it so that ALL timestamps are from the ad free episodes now!

(disclaimer that i determined the names of songs by cross-referencing what they were credited as across episodes, so some may be inaccurate. i noted those down in the list)

13 - City in the Clouds, 16:56 13 - Beverly's House, 34:18 13 - The Widow, 49:59

14 - Court of the Boy King, 17:48 14 - The Twinkling Lights of Galaderon, 1:20:41

15 - A Bastard No More, 23:21 * 15 - The Ruins of Cragwater, 2:00:09 * (note: "A Bastard No More" is called "Hardwon Takes the Wheel" after c1e70)

16 - Duergar Drudgery, 3:16 16 - Spooky Shafts, 5:13 16 - Heed the Mushroom's Call, 20:02 16 - Schubert's Song, 24:37 16 - Jolene the Green, 30:21 16 - Farewell to Fungen, 33:33 16 - The Mithril Miner's Shuffle, 37:48 16 - The Mithril's Run Dry, 51:37

17 - The Depths of the Dungeon, 1:07:29 17 - Conspiracy in the Clouds, 1:10:39

18 - The Revenant's Fate, 23:26 18 - A Fate Refused, 24:50 18 - Escape the Boy King's Brunch, 1:27:20

19 - The Purge, 10:49 19 - The Valiant Ol' Cobb, 50:13 19 - At the Last Minute, a First, 1:25:18 19 - Skybound, 1:28:17

20 - The Blows of a Friend, And Not a Foe, 58:58 20 - Forsaken, 1:03:08 20 - Apotheosis, 1:04:11 20 - A Haven Away From Home, 1:08:06

21 - Betrayal Below, 17:53 21 - The Gunslinger's Girl, 37:45 (loops) 21 - A Sign from Melora, 1:00:47 21 - Friend Turned Foe, 1:01:52 21 - Sumpin's a Mess Out West, 1:35:39

22 - Slumber in the Stump, 45:05 22 - The Sultan of Stone, 1:38:20 22 - Block Hop, 1:39:31

23 - The Mountain Meets the Sky, 42:34 23 - Trust the Gust, 57:55 23 - The Titan of Air, 1:09:39

24 - Sumpin's Asunder Down Under, 36:50 24 - Baptised, 39:43 24 - Steed of the Sea, 47:17 24 - Cetacean Farewell, 1:09:44 24 - Into the Flame, 1:12:29

25 - The Golden Sword, 51:24 25 - Cured by the Light, 56:30 25 - Hospitably Hostile, 1:01:47 25 - Mee Maw's Burden, 1:17:28

26 - The Grand Maw Tree, 8:20 26 - Into the Fog, 51:25 26 - A Hospitable Farewell, 57:20 26 - Befuddled and Befogged, 1:01:28 26 - Hazy Daze, 1:06:08

27 - Snake Skirmish, 3:06 27 - Greener Shades, 1:07:01 27 - Moonshine's Stump, 1:10:59 27 - Unknown Tome, 1:23:16

28 - Balnor's Bad Dream, 26:31 28 - Blessings of the Elementals, 1:10:45 * 28 - Elemental Energy, 1:13:47 * * (note: the two songs credited here are actually "Elemental Energy" and "Calling in a Favor", so the second song may be either name)

29 - The Prodigal Sister, 54:47 29 - A Rare Appearance, 57:37 29 - Oh, Melora!, 59:04 29 - A Tale's End, 1:04:41

31 - A Giant Among Men, 16:18 31 - Back Against the Wall, 26:35

32 - Behold! Treasure, 9:02 32 - Akarot's Letter, 22:21 32 - Shock at the Dock, 35:54 32 - Invisible But Not Invincible, 42:19 32 - Escape from Smuggler's Bounty, 47:27

33 - Tonathan Tinkle, 5:21 33 - Uku's Gift, 1:16:20

34 - Frostwind, 35:34 34 - A Humble Shopkeeper, 45:40 34 - Vinril's Gems, 1:01:16

35 - Balnor the Brave, 1:04:05

37 - Descending, 19:29 37 - A Tempting Offer, 40:11 37 - Desecrated, 47:18

39 - Incriminated, 32:08

41 - Tower of the Winter Wolves, 19:00 41 - Tundra Trudge, 1:22:08 41 - Valley of the Frigid Death, 1:15:31 * * (note: this song is used in ep 38 at 48:34, but not credited)

42 - Prey Don't Stand a Prayer, 41:03 42 - Yanoba, 1:06:07 * * (note: this song is also used in ep 38 at 1:07:13, but not credited)

45 - The Eye of Akarot, 12:59 45 - Bash at the Gash, 33:08 45 - The Bronzebeard Legacy, 43:40 45 - Kingshammer, 1:41:30 45 - A Sight For Sore Eyes, 1:44:32

46 - Fantastic & Fuddling, 38:59 * 46 - A Soft Landing, 56:18 * 46 - A Humble Farmer, 1:02:52 * 46 - The Court of the Bear Prince, 1:14:22 46 - Wooded Wonders, 1:40:52 * * (note: the four starred songs names have been used somewhat interchangeably, and "The Feywild" is sometimes used instead of "Fantastic & Fuddling")

47 - Puzzled, 7:34 47 - Mysterious Yet Familiar, 1:04:22 47 - Queen Cirilla, 1:10:17 47 - Frozen in Time, 1:12:42

49 - Gnome Man's Land, 1:03:54

50 - Rolling Deep, 13:10 50 - Neath a Ceiling of Stars, 30:36 50 - Sea Beast, 53:38 50 - Great Crone of the Sea, 1:11:05

51 - Alanis, 3:34 51 - The Nannerfly Effect, 14:35 * 51 - When You Wish Upon A Stone, 20:26 51 - Only the Ocean to Console Him, 45:27 * (note: throughout the Feywild, this song is called “The Nannerfly Effect”, and then later goes on to be credited as various versions of "wish stones")

54 - The Autumn Court, 3:35

55 - The Witch's Den, 58:57

56 - An Innocent Flirtation, 48:02 56 - Goblin Dirigible, 1:04:27 56 - Crash Landing, 1:15:21

57 - Tower in the Distance, 13:18 57 - Angels and Devils, 16:58 57 - King Lestibourne, 1:02:39 57 - All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web, 1:09:20 57 - Kiss of Life, 1:45:12

58 - Flying Through the Night, 25:18 58 - Bittersweet Sixteen, 59:34 58 - A Hard Goodbye, 1:26:52

59 - Shadowfell, 2:49 59 - Into the Mist, 5:34 59 - Grimhawk, 53:33 59 - Langston, 1:05:56

60 - Deadeye, 6:30 60 - The Fat Monk, 25:13

61 - The Red Fen, 20:54 61 - The Montgomerys, 40:11 61 - Growing Pains, 1:16:21 * 61 - Gutless, 1:29:37 * (note: “Growing Pains” is credited as “Drained” here, but the name changes later and is used consistently)

63 - Montgomery Manor, 1:14:22 63 - Shadowfell Sneak, 1:17:34 63 - Two for Tea, 1:21:08

66 - Unholy Pilgrimage, 22:22

67 - Bastard's Fate, 1:22:05 67 - Bastard's Cove, 1:30:06

70 - Lucanus Aer'Tea, 1:27:08 70 - A Miracle Child, 1:44:43 70 - The Thinking Cap, 1:49:53

71 - The Whisperwood, 27:30 71 - Gladeholm, 29:41 71 - The University, 56:36 71 - Qwiksus, 1:10:04 71 - A Wizard Tournament, 1:30:24 71 - Star Spawn, 2:10:23

73 - Summoning, 11:28 73 - Secret Basement, 32:21 73 - The Objective, 1:31:50 73 - Pandemonium, 1:34:22 73 - Lilith La Trix, 1:37:55

75 - Kingsguard, 22:17 75 - Speaking Stump, 27:19 75 - Irondeep, 1:18:40 - (note: these three songs are only used in this ep in c1)

76 - The Mindflayer's Lair, 59:48 76 - The Multiverse, 1:13:57 76 - Alone, 1:19:50 76 - The Vast Expanse, 1:22:21 76 - Into the Planar Pool, 1:27:28

77 - Deal with a Devil, 21:42 * 77 - Buzzer's Cutters, 25:28 77 - The Posse, 1:07:48 77 - The Bronze Bastard, 1:35:51 * (note: this song is also frequently called “Soul Coins”)

79 - Lust, 14:52 79 - The River Styx, 24:46 79 - Fierna, 32:36 79 - A Risky Gamble, 51:42 79 - The Honey Trap, 55:40

82 - The Seventh Circle of Hell, 14:58 82 - Demigod, 28:55

83 - Ilsed's Secret, 42:05

84 - Hellfire Crown, 1:26:11 86 - Torn Apart, 46:42 * * (note: technically "Torn Apart" is a part of “Hellfire Crown” and plays in ep 84 at 1:17:32, but the two have different instrumentation and “Torn Apart” is credited as such later, so I've split them)

91 - I Just Want to Know You're Taken Care Of, 21:37 91 - The Pact, 47:25 91 - Forest, 1:07:14

92 - Enlightened, 15:26 * * (note: this song isn't credited in this ep, its first credit as "Enlightened" is in ep96 at 36:47)

95 - Hole in the Sky, 1:01:12 95 - Pure Gold, 1:34:39

96 - The Glittering Lady, 15:51

97 - Fabric of Fate, 9:44 * 97 - Selfless, 12:48 97 - A Glittering Reunion, 22:18 * (note: this song is later called "Melora's Boon" in c3)

100 (pt. 1) - The Writing on the Wall, 28:55 100 (pt. 1) - Paradise, 46:04 100 (pt. 1) - A Memory, 1:03:17 100 (pt. 2) - One Big Bed, 1:46:57

[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

[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

[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 :)

[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.

[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.

[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.

Previous/Next

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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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.

[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]

[nvrcmplt]

As the seasons past and the world rolled another rotation, Locien felt the change in the nest. Hendrikson was free, elsewhere to care to his needs of weaking his body from the length slumber shared. Locien felt his own body stiffen, creaking scales and joints that ached with lack of movement and cold. The air was stale, the flora wasn't rotten but it lacked any scent for even his powerful nostrils to pick up and it was damp in here. The sun wasn't able to reach these depths but watch was clever and easy to find the smallest of cracks of stone walls. Though thankfully it wasn't a cause of rot or mulch - that was a bother to clean free from his scaled hide. Snorting with a rattling-purr of wonder, to test his vocals and moisten his tongue and gums, the largest of the dragons in his lovers trope took his time.

Arching tail and shifting wings, stretching fingers and membrane awash from stone-dust and old scales that peeled during his sleep. Adjusting muscle mass, rolling onto stomach and pushing from his placement with a sway of slowly awakening tendons, the beast was almost newborn. A humourous thought as he turned his crown from bowing to the wall and twisting towards the exit of this cavern hole. A strength renewed with the sun upon his ebony hues, his wings spreading wider when free from the earth depths and with ease, did he really - really stretch his mass. Creacking the tallest of trees under his weight - the smell of the world flooding his senses and making his lungs rattle with a purr of delight to the newness that was born after their eyelids closed.

Hunger was at the forefront of his mind, weight dropped drastically for his build, he had to wonder of Hendrikson's state but with the way the others smell was clearly down the hills and fields, far from his own location and faint. It had been a dew days, the bond they shared mattered the most, for he was spewing flames or in agony from the death of his other half upon awakening. Hendrikson was safe elsewhere, but for Locien, the now was needing to be filled. A hunt, long overdue but first, he had to live up the name of his terror days. [ Suneater ], for his size was that of beyond the tales of the smaller beasts that were castle devourers and volcanic wardens.

He, was the the very sky. As his lungs filled with another breath, the sea was picked up and attention moved with ease. A slow silence of death, wariness in farms upwind then the bellow of a beast thrice the size of any volcano that humanity knew of at current. Locien was announcing his return - clearing his airways of built up mucus and foreign bodies. Old fangs fell and stabbed into the ground to form a new ruin for the studious to find in time just after they turn to rock and moss-vines… Head rattled, horns chipped and crack, the tips clashing with tree cause one to break and fall to form a crater. A fun sight beneath his talons but for his last test, did his tail lash out. Swaying with violence and clearing part of the forests growths with a much needed wake up call for his nervous system. The sharp pain, the delightful shudder of his skin in response and the alertness of his woken form pushed aside his grogginess.

Hunger rumbled much like his bellow and with ease, did his body push forward - snorting and gulping at the smell-taste filled air towards the seasalt breeze. Roaring upon taking off on wings flapping just over tree tops. The racket created earthquakes for kingdoms miles long but for only a minute. Since the Suneater was skybound once more. Stretching all of his limbs as purple gaze shimmered within the sun's beams and took a nose drive upon the first shadow that matched his gluttonous needs came to the surface. A sea monster for the sky monster.

The perfect starter for his gorging on beach front.