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[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (25)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, violence, domination ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She could not hide how much hope and strength the letter from her husband filled her with − she knew that he had not forgotten her, that he still wanted her to be by his side. She thought strenuously throughout the day about how to do this, who to turn to. She realised that after what Aegon had said to her, he would never let her join her husband, terrified of his anger if she passed on him his words.

I fell in love with you from the first sight.

She thought that the King had fallen in love with a fantasy, reinvented it for himself and claimed that if he had her for himself he would be a happy man.

She didn't believe it.

She didn't believe it would make a difference.

She considered asking the Queen for help, but then thought it would be too dangerous − with her approach to loyalty and honour, she would not defy her son-king's orders even if they were wrong.

And then she experienced a revelation.

Helaena.

Everyone underestimated her, thinking that locked away in her world, she didn't understand what was happening aroud her and was incapable of taking any logical action.

They were wrong − the Princess was completely aware of the chaos around her and cut herself off from it of her own accord, devoting herself only to caring for her children.

She will understand me, she thought, feeling warm in her heart.

She will help me.

Her visits to the Princess were her daily routine, so they drew no one's attention − Helaena greeted her with a warm smile and a joy that was now rarely painted on her face. They embraced like friends − Helaena took her hand in hers, directing her towards the carpet where her children were playing.

With a rustle of her brown and gold gown she sat on the floor beside her, watching with a smile as her children played together with wooden blocks, from which they had apparently just constructed some sort of fortress. She looked at Helaena, smiling lightly, trying not to outwardly show how nervous she was.

"My dear Princess, I would like to confide in you about a certain feminine discomfort, that has afflicted me recently. I am ashamed to speak of it −" She did not finish, looking at her meaningfully − the Princess raised a surprised look at her.

Something in her gaze betrayed that she understood her − she turned her head and nodded to her servants to leave.

She swallowed loudly, twisting in her seat, feeling her heart pounding fast. Helaena surprised her by speaking up first, fiddling with a piece of cloth of her gown, that unfolded at her legs.

"− the fire calls to you −" She said softly, and she felt her heart stop at her word. "− the scorched earth will breathe a sigh of relief under the raindrops −"

She looked at her in disbelief − she remembered that she had said something similar at the feast after Aegon's coronation.

Her husband had once told her that Helaena had predicted that he would lose his eye when they were children − she hadn't commented on the statement, not wanting to offend him, but she didn't exactly believe in such things as predicting the future.

Now, however, she wasn't sure if her husband wasn't right.

The fire calls to you.

The scorched earth will breathe a sigh of relief under the raindrops.

She swallowed quietly, gathering the courage to say what she had come for.

"I need your help, Princess. I need to escape from here and join my husband in Harrenhal. You are the only one I trust." She whispered, looking anxiously at the door, hoping no one had overheard them. Helaena looked ahead, thoughtful.

"There is one exit, hidden behind Balerion's skull. You know the place."

She looked at her, shocked.

She had never told her about Aemond taking her to the temple of their ancestors.

"Behind the skull, on one of the walls, there are several niches. Behind one of them is a narrow corridor, leading underground along the Red Keep to a nearby forest." She said calmly, finally looking at her, her bright eyes filled with concern and a warmth from which her heart squeezed.

"− I need a horse −" She whispered, looking at her pleadingly.

Helaena nodded, combing a hand through her son's hair.

"− thank you −"

She returned to her chamber full of energy, wondering what she should take with her; she couldn't weigh herself down too much. She knew that she had to travel in man's clothing − she couldn't draw attention to herself while riding the trail.

She decided that she would pass herself off as one of the servants, accepting jobs with various innkeepers for drink, food and a place to rest. She knew such boys − they often joined her father's company on hunts, serving them, getting food and a little penny in return.

She was glad that she had also brought with her to King's Landing clothes designed for sword fighting − they were much looser and looked boyish, so it was easy by putting on several layers of shirts to hide that she had breasts at all.

She thought of the Witch of Harrenhal, of how, when she got there, she would have nothing more than a training attire to change into.

She knew it was wartime and no one would care, but she wanted to show her who she really was.

She was Prince Aemond's wife.

She decided that she would hide her richest red-brown gown, embroidered with golden threads with beautiful buff sleeves in her bag, along with her most necessary things.

She knew it was her pure feminine whim, but she felt she was entitled to it and smiled with satisfaction at the thought.

What was even more important to her were the weapons − her brother had provided her with a short and a long dagger just before she left, wanting her to be able to at least defend herself in if necessary.

She usually had them tucked away at the bottom of her trunk under her books, but since Aegon's confession she had kept them under her pillow. She dismissed Lyanna early, saying she would go to bed, tired from the day, and began her preparations quietly.

As she had planned, she dressed to look like a boy − she managed to sew a makeshift cap from one of the fabrics, under which she hid her hair.

Looking herself over in the mirror, hidden under layers of different materials, she found with a smile that she really did look like a boy. She had not been so excited about anything since leaving her family home − she could feel the wild blood of the Baratheons rushing through her veins again.

She left the chamber late at night, leaning out uncertainly − she could hear the voices of the guards in the distance who she knew were playing cards at this hour. She moved in the other direction with quiet, unhurried steps, feeling the cold sweat on her back − she knew that one sound too fast and too loud would alarm them and draw their attention.

She turned down the corridor, looking around again, noticing in the torchlight that no one was there. She moved quietly ahead, knowing that around the bend was a staircase that once she ran down, she would be safe − no one would hear her in the underground.

She shuddered when suddenly a guard came out from around the corner − he wasn't wearing armour, so she didn't hear his footsteps. A tall, stocky man with black hair and beard furrowed his brow at the sight of her, surprised and she froze, looking at him with big eyes.

"− who are you, boy? − what are you doing here at this hour? −" He asked in a low, nervous voice, grabbing her arm. She felt her heart squeeze in terror and thought quickly what to say − she swallowed loudly, speaking quickly.

"My father is fighting alongside Prince Aemond in Harrenhal, my Lord. I long to join him − I cannot bear the thought of him being there alone. I am his firstborn son, I should be at his side." She muttered lowly, trying to sound like a boy. The man's gaze dropped to the bag she held in her hands − he pulled out his sword, pointing the blade at it.

"− let me see what you have inside, boy −" He said.

She cursed her stupidity and the fact that she had put her gown inside, knowing that she wouldn't beat him in a fight. She decided that she had to take a risk − she pulled her cap off her head and the man drew in a loud breath, looking at her in disbelief.

"− my Lady − forgive me, I did not recognise you − what −"

"− I must join my husband − he sent me a letter, asking me to travel to Harrenhal, but the King does not give his permission −" She said, pulling a rolled parchment from her pack, looking around, praying that no one else would come across them.

"− my husband believes that my arrival will force my father to make a decision to support his troops − without this, it will take an eternity to suppress the rebellion, even more of our soldiers will die − please −" She lied easily, looking at him pleadingly, grasping his hand in hers. The man was clearly confused − she could see that he was hesitating and she had to take advantage of it.

"− King Aegon has been soliciting me − he has tried to touch me, including in places that only my husband can touch − I beg you, Ser, do not send me back to him, he will take me by force −" She mumbled, tears in her eyes from fear and desperation.

The guard swallowed quietly at her words, evidently understanding and knowing what the King was doing to his servants in his chamber. He looked around the corridor uncertainly

"− gods, have mercy on me − go, my Lady, before I change my mind −" He said impatiently, and she immediately ran down the stairs, feeling her heart pounding hard.

She thought that when she returned she would make this man captain of her guard and shower him with gold.

She ran ahead like mad, putting her cap on her head again, rushing under Balerion's huge skull − she prayed in her spirit that her husband's ancestors would keep her safe.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the alcoves on the back wall and saw that, indeed, behind one of them stretched a narrow, dark corridor, into which she could barely fit. She began to walk down it, until finally there was only darkness around her.

She could hear the strong beating of her heart and felt the terror of seeing nothing in front of her or behind her. She touched the cold stone walls with her hands, exploring the floor in front of her with her feet to make sure that there was no hole she could fall into.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly felt fresh air and spotted a light around the next corner. She moved swiftly in that direction, feeling like crying out with joy at the sound of rustling trees, spotting the starry night sky ahead.

She let out a loud breath, feeling that she was panting all over, seeing that by a tree nearby stood a beautiful brown horse, saddled and in full gear.

The horse looked completely average and normal, not like a stately steed from a royal stable.

She thanked the gods for Helaena's thoughtfulness.

She tied her pack to the back of the saddle and mounted her horse, looking around. She saw the Red Keep building behind her and realised that she was in the South − she thought with satisfaction that she knew which way to go and set off on horseback ahead, flustered and happy.

She will really see him.

She would join her husband in Harrenhal.

She rode at a gallop, not wanting anyone to stop her, taking advantage of the fact that darkness covered her. She wanted to get there as quickly as possible − she knew that she didn't have much time, and lone wanderers were easy targets for highwaymen.

When she saw the royal road, she thought happily that now the way was easy and she galloped on, wanting to cover the longest possible distance as quickly as possible.

In the morning she stopped at one of the abandoned, burnt-out houses, wanting to take a nap by her horse for a while.

She wondered, looking at this grim sight, if this was the work of her husband.

She woke up once in a while, frightened that someone would spot her − she finally decided it was no use, and her horse rested enough for her to ride on.

She thought that the gods were watching over her, for although she passed carriages and various people, no one stopped her.

It was only near Harrenhal itself, that her husband's soliders with Targaryen crests stood in her way, looking at her watchfully.

"− Who are you, boy, and what do you seek here? −" Asked one of them, riding up to her on horseback. "− turn back if you don't want me to pierce you with my sword −"

She pulled the cap from her hair, the man raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"− I am the wife of the Prince of Aemond − I come at his request − take me to him −" She said confidently, wrinkling her brows, tired and sleep-deprived after her journey, riding for the last hours in the night and full rain. Several of the men laughed at her words.

"− forgive me, my Lady, but you look to me more like a peasant's daughter than a lord's −" He sneered, looking at her with amusement, her lips tightening.

He wanted to say something already, surely about how he could take care of her body, but he said nothing as she untied her sack and took out a letter from her husband, handing it to him.

"− do you recognise this writing? − do you want to burn in the fire of my husband's rage? −" She hissed, the man looked at each other uncertainly.

"Lead her to the fortress."

The guards rode around her, as if she were a prisoner or hostage. It amused her, but she was also relieved at the sight of the great stone stronghold that she saw before her.

She had made it.

Aegon did not manage to stop her.

She was ushered into a large, larg stone hall, torches lit all around her.

She knew that it was late at night, the sleepy guards looking at her with disapproval.

She felt her heart beating hard with excitement, eager to see his face − nothing else mattered.

She didn't want to listen to his words or explanations.

She just wanted to feel him again.

Suddenly, she heard someone's quick footsteps and turned around, her breath caught in her throat.

He was standing in front of her, staring at her wide-eyed, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising uncertainly in accelerated breathing. She couldn't hold back a smile of emotion, seeing him for the first time in weeks, feeling like bursting into sobs with happiness.

She ran towards him and he moved ahead her like a predator, grasping her in his hands, surprising her with his raspy, almost brutal kiss that took her breath away. She entwined her hand in his hair, reciprocating the caress of his warm, familiar lips fervently, the sticky, loud click of their saliva echoing in her ears like the most beautiful music.

He forced her to step away, her back hit the wall − she felt everything around her spinning, her body filled with nothing but desire, she heard and saw nothing more than his face and his breathing, aroused and accelerated.

She sighed as she felt his fingers quickly untie her corset, spreading it to the sides, his impatient, warm hand squeezed her plump breast and that they both moaned into each other's mouths with pleasure and happiness.

"− get out − all of you −" He hissed out loud, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought that he wasn't even going to move to his chamber.

He wanted to take her here, now, immediately.

They were both panting with arousal, her hand ran through his hair, a low, satisfied murmur came from his chest as his lips brushed her neck. She began to breathe faster as the last of the guards left, and he immediately began to untie the material of her breeches. Her fingers reached into his, doing exactly the same, their kisses messy, loud and wet.

She felt her insides clench and pulsate around nothing, craving fulfilment after such a long separation.

Unable to keep her vow, she touched herself almost every night, thinking of him.

"− forgive me − I didn’t mean a word − I swear −" He whispered in low, weak voice, as if emotion squeezed his throat so tightly that he was unable to get anything out. She squealed softly as he lifted her up suddenly in his arms.

She knew what he was going to do and she had never wanted it more.

"− forgive me, my sweetest − it’s all well now −" He exhaled, then with one, sure thrust he opened her wide on his cock, forcing his way inside her − she moaned loudly in delight, clenching her eyes, parting her lips, shocked at how pleasurable this sensation was.

She was so wet that he began to slam into her with ease, imposing an intense, brutal pace on her, his manhood spreading her slick, fleshy walls so much that she couldn't catch her breath.

"− I know − I’m here −" He panted, and she whimpered at his words, giving herself completely to him, writhing beneath him as his fingers dug into the soft skin of her buttocks.

She needed this, needed him inside her, as deeply as possible, to feel again that they were one − her walls pulsed greedily at the thought, her moisture running down her thighs, dripping to the ground each time his body pounded against hers with a sticky slaps.

"− don’t leave me − ah − please, don’t send me back −" She mumbled helplessly, feeling that she wouldn't survive another separation.

She had come such a long way for him, she had done as much as she could, and now all she wanted was to be with him and never leave him again.

She heard him groan low at her words, panting in her ear, his forehead pressed against the stone wall in front of him, his manhood rooting into her with sure, deep thrusts of his hips, making them both groan, giving themselves over to these simple, animal pleasure as if in a trance.

"− never −" He hissed in such a way that shivers run down her spine.

They were both no longer moaning, but almost screaming, seeking their fulfilment, feeling it coming, their sensations so intense that they couldn't breathe, their bodies hot and sweaty.

"− I’m going to fuck you all night − tonight − tomorrow − fuck − the day after tomorrow − do you understand? −" He growled and she whined loudly at his words, clenching her eyes shut, her insides pulsing hard against him, his cock rubbing her where she needed it again and again.

She clamped her hands on his buttocks, letting him thrust into her, panting along with him, sweat running down the back of her neck.

"− yes − please − please − please, fill me −" She sobbed out helplessly, feeling the tension in her lower abdomen reach its zenith, that what she wanted was about to come.

She wanted him to fill her with himself again, to feel that she was all his, that he only wanted and desired her, that nothing else but them mattered.

She felt a shudder run through him, his thighs slapping against her buttocks greedily and loudly, their fingers clenched against their flesh painfully and firmly.

"− g-gods − yes − please − ah! −" She moaned, feeling as a wonderful, overpowering wave of fulfilment and pleasure surged in tickling, hot pulses through her body.

His hands wouldn't let her move an inch, her oversensitive, swollen insides unable to escape his deep thrusts, making her run out of breath in her chest.

"− that’s it − your husband is close −" He whispered so tenderly that she sobbed again, feeling as if she was about to cry, having never felt anything like it before in her life.

It felt like her body was in a state of some kind of euphoria, trembling all over with happiness − she heard his low groan, his hot seed finally spilling inside her.

Gods, she had never felt so fulfilled.

She squealed loudly, gripping him tightly as he fell suddenly to his knees, panting heavily, apparently overwhelmed like her by the intensity of the experience.

They both breathed deeply, embracing one another, cuddled into each other, trying to calm themselves. She closed her eyes, snuggled into his neck, drifting off completely, focusing only on his scent, the warmth of his body and the pounding of his heart. She shuddered when she heard him whisper.

"− we will finish in my chamber −"

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[shadowqueenjude]

Azriel-Eris wedding as part of my Azriel-Beron fic

@hieragalbatorixdottir

Azriel had contemplated the repercussions of killing his husband-to-be for a good thirty seconds before he decided it wasn’t worth it.

Eris didn’t look smug or even remotely happy, and Azriel wasn’t sure why he was so convinced that he would be.

But in fact, Eris had pulled him over, hissing in his ear, “I don’t want to do this any more than you do. I am perfectly aware that you despise me, and for good reason; I murdered your brother. But understand that both that and this have one thing in common: I was ordered by my father. I have no choice. But once we’re married, we need not speak to each other again. I care not how many lovers you take, and you will not care how many I take. So long as you do not disrupt me, I do not give a shit what you do. Ok?”

Well thank god to that, at least. But it wasn’t his husband to be he was worried about.

It was his mate.

Looking smug as a cat overseeing his wedding to his son, Beron Vanserra had just trapped Azriel in a very new and creative way. He may well be stuck here forever.

Azriel told himself that he couldn’t find a way out of here within the next fifty years, he would end his own life.

Azriel had sat dully in a chair as people had washed him and dried him and prepared him to be married. He caught a couple of the servants wrinkling their noses as they washed his wings.

“Something wrong?” Azriel had snarled at them.

“Don’t you ever clean your wings?” a blue faerie chastised him. “And for the Mother’s sake and ours, please clean in between these folds of your wings too.”

Azriel’s wings had been adorned with lovely sparkling gold cloth that made his wings look as if they had feathers. Right; bat wings were considered quite ugly here.

After he had been dressed, Azriel cringed in horror at the mirror. Robbed of his usual simple black clothes, he had been thrown into a heavy red and gold ensemble that did not suit him in any way. Oh, he couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be over.

Beron tried to send him feelings down the bond. Azriel blocked it out. He was growing better at suppressing the feelings the bond caused. He wondered if he would one day be able to suppress the feelings completely.

The ceremony was rather simple; Autumn Court weddings were similar to the universal mating bond ceremony, only there was no kiss, no ribbon, no throwing one’s hands into the fire, and only three turns were taken around the pit of fire rather than the seven for a mating bond.

Azriel’s head was elsewhere as the priestess began reciting mantras. His broad, dark, calloused hand was at odds with the pale, smooth, slender hand he was holding. He didn’t let that fool him; Eris Vanserra was as vicious a killer as they come. Mere nepotism would not prompt Beron to appoint him general of the Autumn armies, and besides, Azriel had seen him run his sword through his brother. Hated him for it.

Azriel recited his practiced vow at the priestess’s prompting; his voice was dull and monotone, unable to muster up the energy to maintain the mask of sanity and joy. Eris’s speech was far more eloquent and his voice was smooth and vivacious, but Azriel observed his smile. His grin did not meet his eyes. His face was too frozen, as though he was determinedly keeping his own mask on. And for the first time, Azriel felt bad for Eris Vanserra.

Despite living most of his life without him, this little time Azriel had spent with Beron had damn near driven him insane, filled him with rage, and had prompted him to do terrible things. He had tortured Eris. He had kidnapped Nora Barranach, an innocent daughter of Spring and Day. Despite how much he was determined not to let Beron break him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he already had.

He couldn’t imagine having grown up with Beron his whole life.

Ultimately, was Eris Vanserra really any worse than him? Was Azriel thinking objectively or had his close connection to one of Eris’s victims blinded him to the truth: that they were both prisoners in a glorified cage forced to become monsters to survive?

Azriel held Eris’s hand as they walked around the fire. He leaned in, not at all noteworthy for the front they were putting up. And he whispered to the Autumn Court heir, “I’m sorry that Beron forced you to become a monster to survive.”

Eris’s lip twitched ever so slightly, the only sign that he had heard or understood anything Azriel said. “We may be monsters now,” Eris answered equally quietly, his lips barely moving. “But once we are free from our restraints, we shall endeavor to be better.”

Azriel suddenly realized that Beron had made a terrible mistake. Beron either did not suspect his own son of being a usurper, or he did not think him strong enough to attempt it.

Well, he was wrong on both accounts.

Because Eris was no longer alone.

He had Azriel.

[alexsgrimoire]

Beltane & May New Moon Ritual Script - 2024

Here's the script I put together for my coven's combined Beltane and New Moon ritual that I'm leading this weekend! There were some scheduling issues with the UU Church we meet at and this date was the only one that really worked, so we decided to combine both into one since they're both close to the date and have similar correspondences! If you're using the script, please tag me in it!

DO NOT INTERACT: TE/RFS, TE/HMS, SW/ERFS, TRAN/SMEDS, TRUS/CUM, TRANSPHOBIC, HOMOPHOBIC, EXCLUSIONISTS, CONSERVATIVE, NAZI, TRADWIVES, ANTI-BLM, ANTI-ASIAN, XENOPHOBIC, ABLEIST, ANTI-POP CULTURE PAGANISM

Meditation

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Feel the air come in through your nose and out through your mouth. Take a moment to center yourself.

It’s a warm spring afternoon. The sky is cloudless as the Sun shines above, illuminating the prairie you stand in. The earth feels warm and tender underneath your bare feet. Wiggle your toes in the grass and feel the wildflowers in various colors tickle your toes and ankles. The fresh breeze smells of roses and honeysuckle, and birds chirp in nearby shrubs.

You spot a circle of people partaking in a dance before you. Colorful dresses and tunics flow in the wind, and flower crowns of daisies and daffodils sit on their heads. They cheer and sing, their voices floating on the wind. As you approach, those nearest you smile kindly and open their arms to allow you to join in. You enter and hold their hands, quickly feeling joy and warmth. You turn with them, the energy transferring from hand to hand.

Your hands release at the height of the energy, and you each dance independently. You use all the power you gathered to dance. Shaking your arms and legs, headbanging, spinning around, whatever brings you the most joy. You dance and dance until you’re worn out, then lie down in the grass and stare at the sky.

You regain your breath, breathing in and out deeply. As the Sun begins to set, the sky has turned from bright blue to shades of pink, purple, and orange. The Sun God starts to depart, taking the youthful energy of the day with Him. The Moon Goddess now enters, bringing the serenity of the night sky and stars. The people you danced with under the Sun lie on the ground with you, softly humming a hymn to welcome Her presence.

The Moon in Her New phase doesn’t shine as brightly as She does during her Full phase. Instead, she offers just a slice of light, letting the constellations and other celestial bodies take their time in the spotlight. Despite Her hidden figure, you can still feel Her energy, a soft feeling of abundance, protection, and love.

As you lie in the grass, think about what you wish to achieve in the coming weeks. What will be the best way to reach them, and what reward will lie in the end? The Moon will grant your wish as long as you put in the effort to achieve it. Don’t forget that you have the power to succeed, and She offers her assistance.

You gently close your eyes as you lie in the grass after setting your intentions. It is time for rest and recovery after a long day with the God and Goddess. You are safe from all danger, protected by those Above and Below. You drift off into a reverie, awaiting what the next day brings.

As we end this meditation, center yourself and take another deep breath. Feel your feet ground you as you return to this plane. Once you are ready, slowly open your eyes.

Chant & Calling the Quarters

We’ll sing “We Are a Circle” now. Feel free to stand, but don’t feel pressured to.

ALL: We are a circle within a circle, with no beginning and never-ending. (x3)

Form a circle deosil around the group with a wand (x1) to the pace of the chant.

Now, to call the quarters.

East/Air Quarter Caller: Guardians of the East, we call upon you to watch over the rights of our Kindred. Powers of knowledge and wisdom, guided by Air, we ask that you keep watch over us tonight within this circle. Let all who enter the circle under your guidance do so in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Hail and welcome!

Light the yellow candle.

ALL: Hail and welcome.

South/Fire Quarter Caller: Guardians of the South, we call upon you to watch over the rights of our Kindred. Powers of energy and will, guided by Fire, we ask that you keep watch over us tonight within this circle. Let all who enter the circle under your guidance do so in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Hail and welcome!

Light the red candle.

ALL: Hail and welcome.

West/Water Quarter Caller: Guardians of the West, we call upon you to watch over the rights of our Kindred. Powers of passion and emotion, guided by Water, we ask that you keep watch over us tonight within this circle. Let all who enter the circle under your guidance do so in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Hail and welcome!

Light the blue candle.

ALL: Hail and welcome.

North/Earth Quarter Caller: Guardians of the North, we call upon you to watch over the rights of our Kindred. Powers of endurance and strength, guided by Earth, we ask that you keep watch over us tonight within this circle. Let all who enter the circle under your guidance do so in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Hail and welcome!

Light the green candle.

ALL: Hail and welcome.

Center/Spirit Quarter Caller: Guardians of Above and Below, we call upon you to watch over the rights of our Kindred. Powers of grounding and balance, guided by Spirit, we ask that you keep watch over us tonight within this circle. Let all who enter the circle under your guidance do so in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Hail and welcome!

Light the white candle.

ALL: Hail and welcome.

The Story of Beltane & the May New Moon

Beltane, also known as May Day, Walpurgis Night, and Floralia, marks the halfway point between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice. The name and festival Beltane are Gaelic in origin, which comes from the words “Bel,” meaning “bright,” and “Tene,” meaning fire, along with the God Belenus, who represents Fire. Beltane is considered the oldest holiday in Gaelic tradition, dating back to at least the 10th century. 

In modern Pagan practices, Beltane represents the Sacred Union between the Mother Goddess and Horned God, conceiving the Harvest Child. The phallic maypole and yonic wreath of flowers and ribbons represent their Rite. As such, Beltane has become a time for fertility and sexuality, and it’s also associated with creativity and love. Bonfires represent fertility, protection, and the longer days of summer, and crops, beauty, and creativity continue to grow.

Beltane is also associated with fairies of Gaelic lore, specifically the aos sí. The veil is thinnest at this time, much like at Samhain, allowing them to pass through. The aos sí were appeased with offerings of food and drink to prevent their troublesome natures and in hopes that they would grant wishes.

Along with Beltane, we also celebrate the New Moon of May tonight. The New Moon is a time for setting intentions, manifestations, and new beginnings. It’s the beginning of the lunar cycle, where the moon is absent from the sky, and the stars shine brighter. The Moon’s energy is at one of Her highest, and it’s the perfect time for spellwork.

The May New Moon is in Taurus, representing creativity, sensuality, and abundance. These values align perfectly with Beltane, creating the perfect storm for intentions in these realms. It’s time to focus on achieving long-lasting results, especially those concerning money. However, the Earth element of Taurus reminds us to stay grounded and practical.

With Beltane and the Taurus New Moon coinciding near each other, the energy is high, promoting growth both in nature and within you. Take this time to focus on the pleasures in life and the abundance around you.

Cone of Power

Now, for the Cone of Power. Stand if you’re able, with hands linked. Left hand under, right hand over. As we chant, visualize the energy swirling around us and channeling into the sky.

ALL: Goddess and God

Moon and Sun

We link hands

And become One

Repeat louder & faster until the energy is built, then call release.

The Maypole Dance

((AUTHOR'S NOTE: I specifically wrote this section to accompany the song "Bard Dance" from the Baldur's Gate 3 soundtrack and this dance pattern. You do not have to use this same source material, and I encourage you to give the ritual your own spin! I'm simply copying/pasting exactly how my script is written.))

As I mentioned earlier, dancing around the Maypole is a Beltane tradition that dates back to before the Middle Ages in Europe, and we’ll be bringing that tradition to life today! Everyone grab a ribbon from the Maypole, and I’ll get my metronome set up.

Set the metronome app for 112 BPM and wait until everyone has a ribbon.

We’re going to split into two groups, 1 and 2.

Count out groups 1 and 2 (every other person) and start the metronome.

This is the tempo we’ll be using for the dance, in counts of four: four beats per measure and four measures for each dance phase. I’ll count it out like this as we dance.

Count "1 2 3 4 / 2 2 3 4 / 3 2 3 4 / 4 2 3 4" along to the tempo.

For the dancing, group 1 will walk to the pole for two measures and then walk back out for two measures.

Give an example with measure counting.

Group 2 will now do the same.

Give an example with measure counting.

Then, we turn clockwise for four measures and counterclockwise for four. And then the dance repeats! Do we want to try it without music and then start with the music?

(IF TRYING WITHOUT MUSIC FIRST: Walk the group through one cycle of the dance, then play Bard Dance on Spotify for the full run time. Count out the measures during the dance.)

(IF STARTING WITH MUSIC: Set Bard Dance on Spotify and play/dance for the full run time. Count out the measures during the dance.)

Simple Feast

Take a moment to ground yourself after dancing, and take the time to think about how you engaged with your fellow dancers. Now is also a perfect time for refreshments, our cakes and ale! We have unleaded, ________________ provided by ________________, and leaded, ________________  provided by ________________. We also have ________________ for cakes, provided by ________________.

Pass around wafers, cups, and drinks.

May you never hunger.

ALL: May you never hunger.

May you never thirst.

ALL: May you never thirst.

Intentions & Bonfire

As this is the New Moon, we’ll set intentions, but this time on ribbons for a Beltane twist! If anyone would like a copy, I have a guide to ribbon colors and their meanings. Cut yourself a ribbon that connects to your intention for the coming weeks. ((AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ribbon color guide can be found here!))

Allow time for people to get/cut ribbons and grab pens.

Feel the ribbon in your hands. Think of what the color means to you and your goals for this lunar cycle phase. Imagine the ribbon tightly wound around a physical representation of your intention, a present of joy and success ready to be opened. When you're ready, write your intention on the ribbon and hold onto it for now.

Light the bonfire.

Bonfires are another Beltane tradition used as a method of protection and purification. Historically, Gaelic people walked livestock between two bonfires and sprinkled ashes over crops. The Fire element is also associated with new beginnings and transformation, which makes it the perfect method to activate intentions! As you toss your ribbon into the fire, visualize its Sacred power bringing your intention to life!

Let everyone toss ribbons into the bonfire.

Dismissing the Quarters & Farewell

Now, to wrap up and thank the quarters.

North/Earth Quarter Caller: Guardians of the North, powers of endurance and strength, guided by Earth, we thank you for watching over the rights of our Kindred. May you be forever blessed. Hail and farewell!

Extinguish the green candle.

ALL: Hail and farewell.

West/Water Quarter Caller: Guardians of the West, powers of passion and emotion, guided by Water, we thank you for watching over the rights of our Kindred. May you be forever blessed. Hail and farewell!

Extinguish the blue candle.

ALL: Hail and farewell.

South/Fire Quarter Caller: Guardians of the South, powers of energy and will, guided by Fire, we thank you for watching over the rights of our Kindred. May you be forever blessed. Hail and farewell!

Extinguish the red candle.

ALL: Hail and farewell.

East/Air Quarter Caller: Guardians of the East, powers of knowledge and wisdom, guided by Air, we thank you for watching over the rights of our Kindred. May you be forever blessed. Hail and farewell!

Extinguish the yellow candle.

ALL: Hail and farewell.

Center/Spirit Quarter Caller: Guardians of Above and Below, powers of grounding and balance, guided by Spirit, we thank you for watching over the rights of our Kindred. May you be forever blessed. Hail and farewell!

Extinguish the white candle.

ALL: Hail and farewell.

The Circle is open, yet the Circle remains as its magical power is drawn back into us. 

ALL: Merry meet, and Merry part and Merry meet again! So mote it be.

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[the-bot-named-r0z]

Like I know I've been in a weird spot for a while now, and maybe it that i'm finally recognizing that somethings wrong after ignoring myself for a long time. I don't like my job and I don't know if it's just this shop or if it's fabrication in general,

but I have no desire to know more (that's not tru) and no one is willing to teach me the best practices (yeah that feels better) I don't feel like i'm going to develop any new skills here or whatever and I know there's no where else they'd put me here. (I'm a welder and welders stay in the corner, "you can't be a production designer we need a welder and you're good at that") it's not a brag when I say I could do most of the work in this shop better than who they have doing it now (not welding, i'm not the best)

No one here is trying to do a better job, they're just trying to be done w/ it and I don't like being in an environment like that, I've left jobs where everyone else was "i'm just here for the paycheck" and right now thats me I fear. I want to be better, I want to be precise, I want to not feel devoid of joy from building something.

[alarrytale]

I think that if he hung out with (i'm just saying names here) Adele, Leighton Meester or Anya Taylor-Joy, it wouldn't be an issue. So they should start off with women who are publicly known to be unavailable. He has to start somewhere, and even though it's been reported that he's broken up marriages before (it was a long time ago) i think it will be fine now.

I hope you’re right, but it’s not long ago that they tried to link him (not fans, the media) to Shania Twain even though she’s been married for years 🤦🏻‍♀️

Hi, anon!

Yeah, a part of his womaniser image has been that he's into older women. It started back at the xfactor with CF and then the whole LH marriage break up thing followed. It's more tabloid driven than anything. So i get why people question if he's into ST. Not only is she married, she's also a Tru*p supporter, so it would be hard to connect them, if it was hshq driven. I get why people do connect them and it's so sad, but as i said, we have to start somewhere and it maybe won't work to begin with until fandom learns that nothing comes off it, and that it's only friendship.

[firewoodwander]

hello allow me to infect your brain with a polyship. After the war: Fives/Tup, Tup/Dogma, Dogma/Slick (potential Tup/Dogma/Slick or Fives/Tup/Dogma, but Fives and Slick are on sight)

(for additional fun and profit throw in Echo returns with his batch of badboyfriends)

this is for the pairing/smut trope/kink meme, but you know they might be too busy fighting about everything, for anyone to get laid 🤣

BCNCBSSJHS the Tru Poly Agenda is one of my favourite agendas and I’ve been thinking about tup and dogma (my ogs… my beloveds) already, so this is too good. Idk how to get [counts fingers] almost nine whole (lol) characters into a prompt fic but the thought is there

Wish you would write…

“I’m back!” Fives shouts into the house, letting the door slam shut behind him.

“Did you pass Slick on your way in?” Tup calls out. Dogma swears under his breath and jabs Tup in the ribs, but Tup only grins and wriggles a little bit in his lap to get away from sharp fingers.

“No,” Fives says, sounding immediately perturbed, “thank the stars. Why is that bastard still coming here?”

“Because he’s a pain in the ass,” Dogma drawls, at the same time Tup snorts a laugh and emphasises the phrase, “Because we like him,” like he would to a cadet.

“He’s an indicted felon!” Fives protests—an old argument. He wanders into the living room and finds them sprawled on the sofa. “A coward and a bastard,” he explains, leaning down distractedly to kiss Tup hello and Dogma on the top of his head, “and he blew up half the fucking base on Christophsis.”

“We weren’t even there,” Dogma mutters. He has his thumbnail between his teeth and he’s not paused reading the article on his datapad. Fives makes an irate noise. “Get over yourself.”

Tup swings his feet down to the floor and gets up to follow Fives and the crinkle of grocery bags into the kitchen. “Anyway—aren’t there more important things to discuss?”

“Always,” Fives agrees, his frown melting into a wide grin as he unpacks the fresh produce. “The Marauder is on course to make planet fall, ETA twenty-two-hundred hours. I picked up a few more bits than usual, we’ll have a late latemeal and an extra mouth to feed tonight!”

Fives’ joy is infectious. Tup finds himself grinning too as he absorbs it, wrapping himself around Fives’ back and making a great hindrance of himself, not that Fives seems to give a damn.

“More like five extra mouths,” says Dogma, finally following them in. He sets his datapad in its cradle and comes over to help pack away the food. He gets an extra jab in to Tup’s side with his elbow and a smirk; Tup sticks his tongue out at him.

Together they clear the counters. Tup washes and slices up a bowl of fruit for the three of them. Dogma takes the time to wipe down all the surfaces, and then gets carried away scrubbing the sink and then the hob while he’s at it. Fives watches, plying him with berries from time to time and planning what to make for Echo’s return.

“We’re going to need to move soon,” Tup announces suddenly.

Both Dogma and Fives pause in their heckling of each other and look towards him in askance.

“Well, as much as I like our flat… it’s kind of small?” Tup runs his hand along the length of the counter and makes it only a foot or so until his fingers find the edge of the sink. “And with the number of people coming and going, it’s not just ourselves that Dogma and I are thinking about, anymore.”

Dogma is already frowning off into the middle distance. Tup can practically see the thoughts cycling through his mind, discarded or tagged onto his list of priorities one by one. More bedrooms, for one. A bigger reception area. Maybe even an actual table to eat at, rather than finding pasta under the sofa cushions way later than they ever want to be finding it.

But then Fives asks “Are you inviting me to move in?” with a sly, and slightly shy little smile, and that snaps Dogma right out of it with a huff and a flick of a tea towel.

“Are you seriously being coy about that? You live here already, you dolt.”

Fives cackles, dodging Dogma’s next snap of the towel. He hides behind Tup, who smiles wryly and pats his shoulder.

“So? What do you think?”

Ever-indulgent, Dogma smiles over at him. It makes the vertex of his tattoo crinkle a little, just the way Tup loves.

“I think that would be wise,” he says, and lunges for Fives again. “Especially if we’re going to keep picking up strays.”

Tup reaches out and snatches Dogma by the waist, preventing him running after their hooting third. Dogma goes pliant in his hold and Tup squeezes him around the middle.

“Thank you,” he says, utterly sincere. Dogma twists to brush a kiss along his jaw.

“Of course.”

[ossidae-passeridae]

😈🤭🤩🎢✅

omg tru going for a full sweep here, love all of these questions actually

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

*gestures to half my fic wholesale* alas I am a purveyor of spine spitefics? Slightly more seriously, I enjoy subverting fanon tropes, and I expect this can be read as playfully mean, but mostly I am a creature of subversions and can't help myself. It's just too fun!

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

If we're going for most used that would be Body Horror to the surprise of precisely nobody (I'm consistent), but I do think my favourite has to be Dead Dove: Do Not Eat 😂 It has so much variety in it, depending on what you pair it with! And the mental image is exceptional!

Plus I can then define other works as 'That Dove Is Fine' or 'This Dove Is Mildly Injured', and the joy that brings me - unparalleled.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

You're asking me to pick a favourite child here... I think it rotates between Cody, Jango, and Obi-Wan at any given time and in any given work. Since I started out in codywan (thanks to @thegreencarousel) their voices are the staples that I come back to time and time again.

Jango was a later addition, but with how much I love darkfic he made himself right at home...

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

'Six Months in a Leaky Boat', definitely. It's probably the most fanfic-y fic I've written, but that's so weird for me that it's a wild ride if you know what I'm like. Not only that but it's almost thrice as long as anything else I've ever completed, vastly fluffier than most things I've ever written over the age of ten, and all round just completely unexpected. Honestly, I felt the urge to apologise to my usual readers for the fact there wasn't some sort of twist like them being cannibals at the end of it!

(If you ask anyone else, I think they'd say the consensual lobotomy fics. They're not wrong, I guess)

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

Drug use/abuse, altered mental states (positive and negative), body horror - sometimes all three at once.

Hilariously, I didn't realise the first two were themes I dwelled on until I was having a conversation with a friend about whether to use the 'Drug Use' or 'Drug Abuse' tag on a fic. The friend commented on how they thought I'd know which to use by now, since I wrote so much about drug use, and I had to go look at my fics to see if they were right about it.

They were right (also I needed to use 'Drug Abuse' - turns out being drugged up into a docile fucktoy without consenting to it counts as abuse >.>)

[divinebunni]

I want to do what you do but am super duper shy ///>_<///

How does one gain the confidence to talk about sex and show so much of their body, but also show their face so much? It seems really embarrassing. What if someone gets recognized by a person who knows them in real life? Thinking about it gives me a lot of anxiety, but I really want to do it and be as confident and amazing as you and others like you, where do you get the courage?

~ honestly with all the advice in my soul, this is something i am very bad at helping with x.x I haven’t cared what people thought of me or my choices or my sexuality pretty much my whole life, i was always the high libido unhinged openly sex positive friend (even though i was abstinent until i was 18). i always dressed how i wanted because i love making outfits, i fucked and had relations with those i wanted, and social standards and all that nonsense never bothered me.

on the other hand i can say i was very prude, i was open about how much i loved sex, i loved voyeurism, but the actual act of being sexual with someone made me incredibly anxious. I didn’t have my first kiss until i was 16 even, but i know a lot of that anxiety had to do with the abuse i faced at home and the fear of punishment. in college i used sex to spite and even hurt myself, I learned a lot about what i liked, but no one could make me cum or feel pleasure beyond just spanking me until i was black. it took a lot of support and time from my husband to help me find comfort in sex, and now relief, pleasure, joy, all of the above and that is really important for me to express to others because i know how scary it can all be at once ~ and i know how hard it can be to fully commit yourself to another person after so many abandoned you.

and sharing my body here on this blog is really the only place i do so. it started because i was beginning a journey of recovery from a many years long eating disorder (i’ve had tummy issues my whole life) and my husband encouraged me to document my physical progress somewhere that allowed me to share this much of my body, all the little bits and pieces people don’t think of when it comes to trying to gain healthy weight and really be able to visualize and chart that growth. it truly wasn’t until a few months ago i started to really see myself again, I didn’t think i was too thin anymore, my ribs and hips stopped hurting as much, and the blog slowly transitioned to a positive space for everyone, all their ins and outs and lifes ups and downs, and a collective area for me to enjoy the work that sex workers do and admire genuine beauty ~ and i am so proud of my achievements and how far ive come so expressing myself in an erotic and sensual manner feels like the tru culmination of my life ~

so i guess in all that rambling i will say this, being shy is super cute ! not wanting to post your face is valid for many reasons other than not wishing to be recognized (if i was recognized id just smile, I don’t really leave the house anyway). if it’s embarrassing right now for you, over time with practice and finding your angles and the right lighting can really open up how you feel about taking expressive erotic media and posting it somewhere ~ it’s all about your levels of comfort, make a goal list and start small and work your way to the bottom, by then you’ll wonder why it was ever such an anxiety machine to begin with c: good luck all my beans that want to be sexy online ~ you deserve it 🥰

[trucafe2024]

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[mnovenia]

H-7 then H-5 till I meet you again 광광!!

I just feel like crying, and the song said: amugodo duryowon mara! I'm not afraid of anything that will come my way. Reflecting back since Bali Camp, so much has changed, every areas of my life seem ALIVE, CLOSER TO GOD, VERY PERSONAL, INTIMATE, FULL OF TRUST, FUN, EASY, LIGHT, NO WORRY that what I can say. And God gave me bonus by putting some sort of Godly magical romance too, that I still praying for and willing to believe and surrender to God.

And I witness how God works, He didn't stop working even when I forgot to pray about, when I think someone might not do it seriously, when I think it might just be a wishful thinking. Even now I still not sure about many thing, but one thing I sure of, my life will change forever once GwangHui comes to Bali, which is in 5 days. Really?

Hmm, I said to him today, can't believe I get to say see you soon. Well our communication is quite intense these days as we're counting down the days. Visa, my own misunderstanding, housing, phone, prayer with pastors, etc. He said: nuna im nervous, i'm going to meet Ps Paul tonight. Nuna it's 7 days left. Nuna I'll call you, Buchangnim OoOoOoOo etc.. The funniest thing is when I'm trying to ensure his room @ Tintin: out of 53rooms available there was only 1 room available 205 which next to mine (NOWAY), I asked again, ok 217 will be available on Jan 2nd, oo perfect I said, numberwise its a bit far from mine. Till I checked myself, the room is behind me -__- which means he can see all my laundries and we can have some sort of romeo & juliet relationship (sumpah ya ini impian gw dr smp bisa sbeelah2an di drama korea ky ChunYang, Business Proposal & smua yg kebetulan lainnya -___-). Trus ga lama kemudian sih ada room 223, then I think ok let's make video & make GH choose, but before I did it, someone took the room already. So I told Bella which one is better? Next to mine or behind me? She called me rightaway giggling. OMG this is just so funny.

Well I think what I know is, both me and him we're completely on the same path. We're focus on what God wants us to do in life, we don't go to the left or right but straight according to His words, what we care the most is expanding God's kingdom and be a witness of how God words, be obedient to His command even it doesn't make sense to the world, we both has dream of having Godly family but in the meantime we're working our best to fill our days with ensuring young people to be Jesus' disciples, enjoying God's grace, covenant and promises, we trust God will provide for us in job and financial, we're willing to learn each others' language/cultere/differences/age gap with respect and carefulness to not hurt and make stupid decisions. And what I'm trying to remember clearly here is: if being in relationship with him bring glory to God, if it what God wants and intend us to do, if it shapes us to become more like Jesus and selfless, if it becomes our testimony of how God works in our waiting, if we're capable to be example of building Godly family, then I know it will worth to be pursued. Not only for my own romantic fulfilment, not for filling my pride and own benefit, not because of korean syndrome, not because I want to rush thing as I get older, not because that temporary fling and childish cling, but just because of God's grace, His mercy, His will not mine, so here I state on the 2nd to last day of 2023, NOT MY WILL GOD BUT YOURS :)

And for you Gwang Hui, thank you for appear in my life, thank you for such joy and precious time we spent, for pursuing and being obedient of what God put in your heart, for listening to me and communicate with me while being careful and weird sometimes in my opinion. Thank you for showing what faith looks like in your silence but your action speak louder than any man I ever met. Since the first time to tell me about staying in bali over our trip to GL, when you told your dad when I was in Korea, when you told your relatives during chuseok time, when you handed your resignation letter, when you waited till your time to disciples your Sun is over, when you told me about your last day of work, your willingness to learn Bhs Indonesia, visa, applying to BIH, learn about choir, cafe, korean dermatologist, coming to Indonesia Service, setting up meetings with your Pastor before making any decision, your finance plan, your honesty and transparency with me, for telling me about your days, I RESPECT YOU, A LOT KIM GWANG HUI :) and I can't wait to adventure this journey, another exciting chapter in our lives that God provides, to witness together what God will do through us. May God lead us, protect us, make His will be done GREATLY through us and our ministry. I can not wait to see you again :)

[vegi1]

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World Vegan Day is celebrated on November 1st and it amazes us how far the movement has come!

World Vegan Day reminds us of when veganism started as a diet and then eventually became a lifestyle choice. The joy and benefits of veganism are affirmed on this dedicated day, showing how easy it is to live a cruelty-free lifestyle as well as raising awareness about the rights of our furry friends. Even though vegetarianism calls for the rejection of all animal products, a plant-based diet is the best way to encourage this change. Posted online with thousands of delicious vegan recipes or modified versions of meat and dairy dishes.

To say that the discourse surrounding veganism is often laced with misinformation or even preconceived notions would be an understatement. For many, much of the resulting information, either completely inaccurate or partially presented, is considered a major barrier to adopting or even attempting to adopt a vegan diet. Therefore, World Vegan Day, which takes place every year on November 1, is perhaps the most appropriate day to highlight some common concepts about diet, as well as paint a clearer picture of what veganism actually entails.

World Vegan Day facts

1: Vegan and vegetarian are "basically" the same.

Perhaps one of the common misunderstandings about vegetarianism is because it is related to vegetarianism. The only commonality between the two is the common avoidance of meat products. Vegans and vegetarians strictly do not consume. However, this similarity ends here. To be vegan is to avoid all animal products (meat is only one animal product), including dairy products (milk, cheese, curds, butter) and products such as honey. This is not the case for vegetarians as many vegetarians in India have a heavy dairy diet. Precisely for this reason, these people are often called vegetarians.

2: Vegetarians eat only organic products

While vegetarian is a lifestyle/diet, organic is a farming/production method. These are not related in any way. Eating only organic is certainly not vegan. Eating organic fruits and vegetables is absolutely a priority. Many vegetarians also use traditionally grown fruits and vegetables. And the science about which is "better" is still evolving and mixed in terms of consensus.

3: Vegetarianism can lead to poorer nutrition

A common misconception about the diet is that following it leads to overall poorer nutrition. This is only true if one does not do preliminary research before making a dietary change. Whether vegan or not. Changing your diet is usually a big decision that requires at least some research into the diet in question.

In the case of a vegan diet, when all animal products are excluded, there is a possibility of reduced intake of protein, iodine, calcium, vitamin B12, vitamin D, and omega-3 fatty acids. Each of these nutrients has a suitable alternative (especially protein) based on either food substitutes or simple supplements.

4: Vegan food options are hard and expensive to find

In fact, vegetarian options are quite easy to find and get and are becoming more affordable due to the growing vegan community in India. There are many options – for protein, soy products are often widely consumed. With lentils and beans is another good source. There are actually a lot of plant-based dairy products to choose from – even a basic ingredient like milk can be replaced with soy milk, almond milk, peanut milk, etc. Hemp milk can also serve as a great source of omega-3s. A healthy portion of leafy greens provides vitamins, and the same goes for vitamin D – which can be counteracted by (now socially) exposure to sunlight.

5: Vegetarianism is a mere trend that will eventually fade

But perhaps the most enduring myth of all is the claim that people who follow a vegan diet do so as part of a social trend in order to gain influence in society. Although this claim is abstract, it is also difficult to "disprove" - how can one prove the true goals of any vegan on earth? There are few who consider it fashionable! But for the vast majority of vegetarians, it's a diet that aligns with their value in stopping their contribution to the cruel animals that go into producing food for consumption. It's also objectively less damaging to the environment, an outcome that's (or at least should be) good for all of us.

So, the longest-running misconception about veganism is one that criticizes its longevity, something that only grows as the years go by and more affordable options become popular. Perhaps, on World Vegan Day, it's best not to think about how long veganism will last. But how long can we last it, until the day it looks like the new normal.

[curtklingermanposts]

Filtering Culture

A Very Bad Idea

It is a very bad idea to add to, or take away from the Word of God. Likewise it is a bad idea to filter the Word of God through culture. In the end, we will ultimately answer to God; even though society would have us believe we answer to it. Society forgets, it too will give an account the Lord. No one is exempt. As disciples of Jesus Christ, we should be filtering culture through the Word as God intended.

2 Corinthians 5:10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad (see also Romans 14:10).

It is important we do not succumb to the fear of man. That fear can lead to compromise, which includes trying to bend Scripture to fit the whims of culture. How many of those whims are self-destructive? Would you try to stop a friend from jumping off a cliff, or would you give him or her a push for good measure? Why would anyone seek to embrace, or endorse something that is detrimental to another? Is that love? Love removes the fear of rejection, and speaks the truth for the other’s benefit. Whose acceptance carries the most weight, God’s or society’s?

Matthew 10:28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear Him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

Some things culture wants to normalize actually causes them harm, even though it thinks otherwise. For instance, whatever takes a person in the opposite direction of being God’s image, leads to misery. We are the most joyful when we fit our design -and yes, the happiest. Anything else leads to confusion and discontentment, as well as self-destructive behavior in many cases. Truth be told, those who reject God and His ways will never know true joy, peace and love.

What’s New?

Ecclesiastes 1:9-10 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

Culturally speaking, there is nothing new (technology aside). All the so-called new fads and behaviors have been around for centuries. Oh sure, if you stick to recent history, you might make an argument for progressive ideas being new; however, when looking as far back as possible, you’ll discover they are not all that original. It would probably be more accurate to say these ideas are cyclical in nature. Looking at recent history again, we find hairstyles make the rounds. For example, the buzz cuts of the 50s have resurfaced in current times. Don’t be surprised if you see bell-bottoms and elephant pants make their debut again -just kidding.

Think about what things you consider new, then dig into history and see what you find. More than likely, you will see the same cultural patterns appear, disappear and reappear throughout all previous centuries. Comparing the nations of the past to the present makes it even more evident. Humanity is always changing, because it’s unstable in all its ways.

Culture Cannot Change God’s Word

Hebrews 13:8-9 Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever. Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines (teachings).

Malachi 3:5 For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.

God’s Word and ways do not change, because He does not change. Fortunately for us, He is faithful and steadfast. Culture does not dictate anything to Him. If He was like us humans, more than likely none of us would be here right now. Could you imagine what life would be like if He was subject to mood swings? What if He constantly changed His mind? How secure would you feel? Also fortunate for us, He cannot lie (see Hebrews 6:18). There is a reason He is also known as our Rock!

Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my Rock, and my Fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my Strength, in whom I will trust; my Buckler, and the Horn of my salvation, and my High Tower (see also Psalms 18:46; 28:1; 31:2-3; etc.).

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[theblueflower05]

@tru-bluebelle You’re my spirit sibling. I swear to god. You jus my GET ITTTTTT.

Im so happy you enjoyed this chapter! It was a monster to write lol between all the angst and the OC’s sprinkled in there I was so exhausted by the end of it omg.

But getting to deep dive into this world with my besties makes it all worth it!

Okay okay okay so much to respond to im so excited.

SHES SO FUCKING RELATABLE. I wanted to write an Alpha that felt like- real. And multi dimensional. And like we could all play Barbie’s and actually wanna be here(I know most are fond of the more omega-submissive readers)

No one’s ever gonna smack talk Neteyam infront of her everrrrrrr lol if she’s this defensive over him already- I’m think about when they’re mates? When he’s her bonded husband and the father of her children? She’s Neytiri levels of protective lol

When I tel you writing smut for this story is killing me? BABE! ITS KILLING ME. Omega Neteyam is so fucking hot Jesus Christ I can barley handle it.

Vaeyu sucks ass and he’s going to continue to be a problem in further chapters(but also like…he’s a device for us to get to see defensive protective Neteyam. Like imagine our baby, close to being in heat so his emotions and hormones are haywire anyways and Vaeyu says a nasty remark to HIS alpha? Hell nah. Neteyam’s with all the smoke and he’s gonna flip shit and I can’t wait)

Let’s just say once Neteyam gets over his shyness and inexperience when it comes to sex he’s a complete animal in bed. Like? Wasn’t this boy just a virgin who had never even really been kissed? And now he’s begging this girl to knot his fingers??? He’s wild lol

Okay okay okay. Neteyam’s and idiot right? But the readers a hot head! She doesn’t think shit through. In Neteyam’s defense he really would’ve tried to explain his thought process to her if she would’ve let him.

It wasn’t shame about her- but shame about no one taking him seriously because she’s the next Olo’eykte. He didn’t want anyone to think he was getting special treatment(even though he totes was lololol)

SEE SEE SEE YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND I WANT TO KISS YOUR BRAIN. He’s so handsome and brave and strong- and fucking AKWARD. He doesn’t like being in the spotlight even if he was like born in it lololol his parents are Toruk Makto and Pulukan Makto. Like babes….and he tries! He tries to keep the other kids in line and be the poster boy child that he thinks he should be and it like brings him zero joy.

I’m so excited to write a partner that will take care of him. He deserves to be taken care of.

Yeah no, I agree. Anal is a verrrrrryyyyyy under explored sexual trope in the fandom and in real life men LOVE that shit lololo Neteyam’s going to be very sexually satisfied in the next chapter, I can tell you that much🤫🤫🤫🤫

Thank you for always being my Omega Neteyam loving twin. I appreciate you and all the feedback, it helps like a WHOLE BUNCH to keep me inspired! Ugh. Kisses forever babe love ya!💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Yawnyewla(Broken Heartedness) | Part Two

A/N: It has been a crazy month or so, real life has brutalized me. Sorry you guys are getting this chapter later than planned Avatar + the Omegaverse has been my comfort lately. @cinetrix you have been especially supportive and I lova ya bby. Thank you for making me some Mega Neteyam to keep my writing brain on! The art below is made by her and omg right?

Word Count: 10k+

Warnings: Alien sex. Alien Genitalia. Oral sex(female and male receiving), Fingering(female and male receiving) Cursing. Angst(it’s me, duh) and mild talks about past grooming. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.

Summary: You’re the Metkayinan Olo’eykete in training, but sometimes even you buckle under the crippling pressure. Will Neteyam be there to comfort you?

Omega Neteyam x Female Alpha Reader

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<Part One

You only ever touch me in the dark,

Only when we’re drinking can you see my spark.

And only in the evening would you give yourself to me,

Cause the night is your woman and she’ll set you free

-Lies, Marina and the Diamonds

Your life had always been ruled by carefully crafted routine. Early mornings as the sun rose on the glittering sea, and late nights after most were tucked away.

Being the eldest daughter in any family came with its own list of responsibilities. But for you, the eldest of the reigning Olo’eyktan and Tsahik who also happened to be an Alpha, it seemed like you had been born with duty running through your bloodstream. Burdened with glorious purpose.

It had been clear from an early age just what was expected of you. A life, lived for your people, was your destiny.

And at most times that was okay.

You were happy to serve, it was in your nature to care for others. Good Alpha’s, your mother had taught you, are not ruled by ego. Or violence. Strength comes from within, is a honed skill like fishing or net weaving. Strength is taking care of your family. Helping the elderly and the young. Making sure everyone has a full belly before they lie their head down for bed.

You we're a good Alpha, or at least you tried to be. You knew you could be if you tried. If you could just be calm for long enough to focus.

Ronal liked to say that you were more like the ocean than anyone she had ever met. She had birthed the sea incarnate- with its strong crashing, never faulting, waves. It’s vastness. It’s life-giving vitality.

And its wild nature.

There was something unsettled about you. Deep down, you would never be still. There was a need to learn. Explore. To fight and scream and run. An untamed side of you that Ronal and Tonowari had watched with equal parts amusement and hesitancy during your childhood.

From a young age you’d jumped from the highest cliffs. Sailed out past the reef. Engaged in fights with warriors twice your size, Limping away from tussles with a crimson tinged grin and your big blue eyes sparkling.

The older you get, the more you try to temper it. You desperately attempt to shove it somewhere hidden and out of sight. You can't be what anyone wants you to be with all of this restlessness inside of you. You can't support your father's throne or keep your people healthy-

There’s no room for it. For you, at your core. In your soul.

No one wants a wild woman.

You’d heard it before, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth and a stain on your heart.

In your younger years you were a bit of a trouble maker, but you’d like to think you'd reformed. If only a little bit. It’s not like you truly had the time to get into messes anyway.

Especially not at this time of year.

Though it’s sacred, a time for joy and festivity, it’s exhausting. To say the least. With the Iknimaya ceremony and The Return of the Tulkun looming in the very near future, the village of Awa’atlu was a buzz.

There’s preparations to be made. And endless list of duties to fulfill-

And yet, this migration cycle, you lag.

Usually, you run around like an austrapede(chichen like creature) with its head cut off. Heading to your parents every word. Not getting a moment to truly breathe, your sole focus on making sure that the ceremonies went smoothly-

Something else entirely has your attention. A certain golden eyed man that had bewitched you completely.

You thought you had known infatuation before Neteyeam.

You've certainly had crushes before.

There had been others who caught your eye, definitely.

But this? You’d never felt anything close to this. You think about him when you awake in the morning and before you fall asleep. When you’re not with him, you're aching for the moment that you can find time to slip away and get your hands back on his hard, muscle corded body. Your mind constantly assaults you with images of him. His broad shoulders and long braids. His mouth, swollen and puffy. His deep moans as you bring him over the edge-

“Look at you” Your good friend, Akime, grunts through a laugh. Breaking you from your reverie.

You’d been sat with a group, working on repairing weapons for the Great Hunt that would ensue after the Iknimaya trials.

But Neteyam had walked by with his father.

Doing something mundane, toting heavy woven baskets to the big main Mauri for dinner. His arm muscles bulging in a way that had you greedily tracing his form. He’d only given you a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed. An even smaller smile.

“Shut your mouth-and focus on your whittling. I pity the poor soul who ends up with that lopsided spear” you retort with a roll of your eyes.

You're not embarrassed about being caught ogling. You knew you weren't the only one. The Omiticayan transplant was one of the most gorgeous Omega’s that had ever stepped foot on the islands. Everyone was a bit dazed.

“He’s very pretty, I'll give you that. But he’s so stand offish- I could never see you with a mate like that, yawne(beloved)” Akemi was your closest confidant outside of your family.

A Beta who stood much taller than you and had the brawn of two men but was the kindest Na’vi you’d ever met. A gentle giant so to speak. He wore his dark hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck most days and black ink tattoo’s swirled around most of his body. A decorated warrior and hunter with the tattoos to prove it.

Everyone had assumed the two of you would mate, until he met his husband. Another Beta Male from one of the smaller islands. The two had all but raised Akemi’s cousin, Roxto, after the abrupt and tragic passing of the younger boy's parents.

“He’s really not,” you sigh, shaking your head as you sharpen the blades.

“Oh? I don't think I've ever heard him speak more than a few words at a time. And he always has that look on his face- like he swallowed a Wonwon fruit(lemon like fruit)”

Neteyam has many skills, you’d learned as you’d spent endless hours training him. Being a social butterfly is surely not one of them. He clams up around big groups, gets nervous and awkward. You find it endearing, even though you know the Omega is really hard on himself for it. He’s actually really funny and easy to talk to when you get to know him.

“He’s shy, be nice” you chide your friend easily. “There is nothing wrong with him not wanting to gab all day with any and everyone”

“Hah! I guess your loud skxawng ass can talk for the both of you. You never shut up” Akemi dodges the small shell you throw at him “But really, he’s so different then what you usually go for-” Akemi goes on and if it was anyone else you’d shove them off. Tell them to mind their own business.

Neteyam had made it clear that he wanted to keep what the two of you had under wraps, at least for now. And even though that wasn't what you particularly wanted, you respected his wishes.

“And what is it I usually go for, pray tell?” your brow bone rises, confrontational and curious.

“People just as annoying as you” Akemi dead pans and you can’t help but snort “You like Na’vi who challenge you. Who are just as bold and loud and daring. Is he not too…soft for you, my friend?”

In the past you had been attracted to men and women who matched the spark in you. And it had always ended in misery. In yelling and fighting and you questioning if you're meant to be alone because in partnerships you seem to always chase away the other.

But with Neteyam it’s different. He isn't a challenge, he doesn't want to knock you down a peg or make you change…he only wants to be your equal.

“Just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he’s soft” you defend the Omega like he’s your own, because that’s all you want. You want to wear his bite “He’s actually the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained. His skillset is unmatched. I mean, I can keep up with him. But just barely”

Akemi chews this over. Continuing to carve at the spear in his hands “It sounds like he’s impressed you” and that's not an easy feat. You both know. “I'm excited to see his performance for the Iknimaya”

You are too. You can't wait to watch Neteyam shine.

The ocean had not been his chosen terrain, but oh. How beautiful it had been to watch him master it. He rode Tsurak like he had been doing so for years. Uses the crossbow like it had been made just for him.

You liked your partner's competent, and Neteyam checked every. Single. Box.

“If he has you caught in his net, why don't you announce your courtship?” Akemi questions because he knows he can. That he’s your best friend and that you and those walls and that strong strong heart can be open with him.

You hesitate. Chew on your lip for a moment.

“He’s not ready for anyone to know yet” the words are hard. You get it. Neteyam’s not a fledged “adult” member of the Metkayina yet. But many court before their rites, before mating.

“Y/N…”Akemi sighs and it makes your hackles rise.

“It’s fine. It makes sense. He’ll come around after his Iknimaya- that’s the only reason why” you insist to your friend. To yourself.

Akemi purses his lips before he speaks. Choosing his words wisely “I hope that is the case, I truly do. But…you’re my closest friend. I only want your happiness, and investing your feelings into someone who doesn't reciprocate isn't the smartest move, yawne. I just don't want to see you fall into any old patterns”

He doesn't want to watch you pledge your love to another man who's going to stomp all over your feelings. It’d been devastating to bare witness to last time.

You don't like to speak of it. Try not to even think of it. But it doesn’t take from the fact that it had happened.

“I will be fine” You insist, a smile plastered on your face, fake as can be “I’d like to think i’m not that stupid anymore”

Akemi’s nostrils flare “You we’re never stupid, you were young. And vulnerable. You know that right-”

“Please” you interrupt him, head shaking firmly “I don't want to get into this now” or ever.

Most people know not to push you.

That you’d fight back tooth and nail when you feel threatened- but much like your family. Akemi isn't scared of your claws and slick mouth. He’s very much going to push the issue- but is interrupted before he can.

It’s Ao’nung and Roxto, coming down the beach.

Rough housing, tails bumping each other. Even if he hadn't been Akemi’s kin, Roxto would be your favorite of your little brothers friends. He kept Ao’nung in check.

“Y/N!” your brother calls as he approaches- “Sempul wanted you. Says he needs you to help with the Mauri renovations or something.”

He plops down beside you, all the way in your personal space, and you give him a look. Overgrown man-child. Whatever was he going to do when mother had the new baby and he wasn't the youngest anymore?

Roxto stays standing, greeting you politely like the good boy he was. Akemi had done wonders raising him. He turns to his cousin and speaks about plans for dinner for their grandmother.

“When?” you question. You really had hoped you’d be left out of that project, you weren't much of an architect and painting and plastering all day was b o r i n g beyond compare.

“This afternoon” Ao’nung continues.

“But I’m training Neteyam later” you push, your stomach dropping at the thought of not getting to spend your usual time with the Omega. It seems like these days the trainings were few and far between- and after his Iknimaya, he wouldn't need them at all.

“Not today. Tsireya’s gonna have all of ‘em, free diving practice I think” Ao’nung continues, as he reaches for your canteen. Taking big sloppy drink.

“But-”

“Fathers orders, not mine” Ao’ shrugs and you know that he’d had no part in the decision making. Was only an unfortunate messenger.

Still. You snatch your leather canteen with a hiss, standing up. “That's mine, you little freeloader. I hope you’re going to be helping Tsireya with her lessons, your still on thin ice from the Lo’ak incident”

“I am going to help!”

“Good, you better be nice to them” you warn as you gather your belongings and prepare for an afternoon of helping out with Mauris instead of with your sweet Neteyam. Your mood soured greatly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been nice lately, have I not? Roxto, haven't I been nice?” Aonung turns to his friend who does nod.

“As nice as Aonung can be, yeah” Roxto agrees and Neteyam punches his shoulder playfully, insisting that he had been a damn saint.

“Uhuh. Keep it up. Tsireya will tell me if you so much as whisper one sideways remark. You boys have a good rest of your afternoon” You give Ao’nung a pointed stare, ruffle Roxto’s hair, and pat at Akemi’s shoulder as you depart.

“We’ll continue our conversation later, Y/N!” Akemi warns, your back already turned.

You just wave at him without turning back- happy to have escaped the trauma laden conversation.

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You end up crawling into your bed that night, dead tired. You don't even burrow under your bed mat- instead you lie atop the covers. You have splinters under your nails from the hay like palm that was used to construct the pods. The afternoon had been long and boring, just as you’d known it would be.

But the worst part is that you hadn't gotten the chance to see Neteyam. To taste his saccharine kisses. As you stare at your beamed ceiling you think of only him.

When you fall asleep his face is behind your eyelids.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

After days and days of activity that had seemed to keep the two of you apart, you’re ready to snap. Antsy and eager and needy for just a moment of Neteyam’s time.

The Omega doesn’t seek you out- he just gives you those tiny little smiles and private glances across the fires during communal dinner. It drives you mad, your fingers itch to run through his hair. Your lips want to rerun that familiar path down his chest-

You know he has to miss you as much as you miss him…right?

You don't allow those seeds of doubt to plant. Instead, your brain, desperate for the chemical rush that came with being around Neteyam, begins to plot on how you’d get to see him next.

As you go through the motions of your day, there’s only one thing on your mind and that is the fact that you need to see the Omega.

You have to ask around to figure out where the eldest Sully sibling is- he’s helping out in the orchards. His expertise tree climbing skills of great use.

Hidden in the shadows of the tropical trees, you wait. Lurking like a predator. You feel like a puluakan stalking her prey as you watch Neteyam from a far. He’s helpful and polite, his usual quiet self as he works with the other Metkayina to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables.

While everyone else starts to head back- he stays. Neteyam insists that can get the ones from the tallest trees on his own. He’s happy to be useful.

Perfect.

You’re a hunter, tried and true. The only place in life where you could hone in on your thin patience, be quiet. Take your time. You move quick and silent, closer to your target. Your heart flutters fast, visibly beating in your throat and your kuru tingling with excitement.

When he’s nearly within arm's reach, right there, you’re prepared to pounce-

-Of course, he pounces first.

A brutal flash of clashing blue as the two of you collide.

It takes all of your strength, years of training, but somehow it ends up with him pinned to the thick base of the Yovo tree. Panting and staring down at you with wide tawny eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Hi” Though you’re a little breathless from the scuffle, you grin.

One of your hands on his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The other pressed against his waist. So close to him that you can feel his body heat.

“Hi” he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him for too long. Of course, what most don't know about Neteyam- is that he’s a smart ass “You suck at stalking. I could hear you coming the moment you stepped out of the bush”

“No I don't” You cajole, a bubble of laughter building in your fast expanding chest “We’ve barely spoken in a week, and the first thing you do is be mean to me? It’s almost as if you didn't miss me at all”

“How are you gonna know to correct your form if I don't tell you?” He jests, struggling a little in your grip for good measure.

You give him a warning hiss.

This little game the two of you liked to play was usually fun, the push and pull of it all. A teasing filled hunter and prey routine that more often than not ended with Neteyam spreading his thighs as he finally let you have him.

You hadn't kissed your boy in days. You didn't have it in you to wait.

“I was hoping you’d want to tell me something other than how shit you think I am at hunting” you sigh, deep, for dramatic effect.

“What kind of other things?” Neteyam’s eyes keep flickering from your own, down to your mouth. His pink tongue peeks out, runs across the plush of his bottom lip and your knees feel a little weak.

“Things like you’ve missed me” you disclose, because you just can't help it. “Cause I’ve missed you”

You can feel him loosen under your hands, the fight draining. His ears twitch, lowering a bit, and his gaze goes unbearably tender.

“I’ve missed you” he confirms after a moment and it's all you need to hear.

You lunge, groaning the moment you're able to feel his kiss. It’s warm and wet. Full of little nips licks that drive you wild because they feel way too good. An all consuming kind of good- you feel him in your bones. When you release him, your grip on his shoulder falters, his arms wrap around you strong and tight.

You pull away, lips tingling and shiny “How much did you miss me?”

He groans and presses his lips back to yours, annoyed as you keep the kiss shallow. Pecks and light presses while he tries to force his tongue into your mouth. You herd even closer, caging him against the bark. His snuffles, cool air through his snout in annoyance “Y/N, come on”

Instead of responding, your hands begin to drift, fingers dragging across his indigo skin as they take their feel. Oh, this body. How you adored it. His strong shoulders and broad torso, all of that rippling muscle so sensitive and clenching under your touch. Your lips leave his, kissing sloppily across his cheek and down the hinge of his jaw. Stopping only when you can press your face into the place on his neck, right behind his ear, where his scent gland was pumping out that hypnotic musk.

Neteyam’s pheromones are like nothing you’ve ever encountered. They’re knock you on your ass strong, for one. You’d been able to smell him from across the beach the first time you’d met him-back when the Sully’s had descended from the sky. For two they’re foreign and unlike anything you’d previously encountered.

He smells of pine, herby and sharp. Of honeyed tree sap. Of fruit you’ve never learned the name of and the dew that stuck to the foliage in the mornings. It tingles in your nose as you inhale deeply, getting greedy lungfuls of his essence. Very much the scent of a virile young Omega in his prime.

Neteyam gets all shivery when you scent him like this. His head lulls to the side as he presents his entire smooth neck to you like a fucking prize.

It’s heady, the way he gives himself to you. How are you not supposed to be in love with him?

“Missed you so much” he whimpers as you lap at the gland “You’ve been so busy. I- ah, oh-” his speech is broken up. Overwhelmed by your mouth assaulting him and your dainty hand attempting to slip under his tweng “I didn't want to bother you”

You don't pull away when you speak, can't manage to tear your mouth from its ministrations. Instead, your words vibrate right into his skin “Please bother me, paskalin(sweet berry). Bother me all the time”

His laughter is as sweet as his scent, and you want to bathe in it.

Neteyam is an indulgence and you're gluttonous for him.

Screw your duties, whatever was waiting for you back at the village could do just that. Wait. It’s a bit scary how quickly you’re willing to put everything on the back burner if it meant you could spend just one sun drenched afternoon with him.

He looks good, in the shade of the palms. His eyes closed and cheeks flushed as the two of you ravage each other. Your hips knocking into one and other as you desperately rub against him through the layers of your clothing.

You’re completely wrapped up in him. You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just kissing him. You know that you’re needed for just about a billion different things but as you taste his spit you can't remember to care.

When you begin tugging at the cords of his tweng he sobers a bit, squirming. “What if someone sees, the gathering group might return”

“Fuck them” you mindlessly mutter, working at the blasted knots. You want his cock. You need to taste him on your tongue.

Neteyam huffs in amusement, reaching down to undo them for you. He always makes it look so easy with those long nimble fingers.

When he’s freed from his confines, your quick hands are all over him. Pawing at his bare inner thighs, groaning when your fingertips run along his dripping slit. You can already feel his manhood, rock hard, and poking out from the protective sheath of his body.

Neteyam is gorgeous and so, so sensitive. He’s throwing his head back, braids grinding against the bark as you play with him. Getting him all wet and messy between his strong thighs.

“Oh shit- shit, Y/N” he wheezes as you grasp his member in your hand, stroking him until he’s standing proud and fully erect.

Neteyam’s very much well endowed. He���s got girth yes, but Eywa he’s long. You wonder what it would be like to take him inside of you. You’re so sure that he would hit places that no other had before. You clench around nothing, can feel your knot internally swell, just dying to contract around him and milk him dry.

You can't, sadly. Not yet. Or you’d lay him down and sit right on his cock this very moment.

Instead you give him everything else. He’s moaning low in his throat as he squirms, and his hands disappear in your hair. Your eyes fight the urge to roll when his fingernails skritch at your scalp just right.

You're sinking then, down onto your knees. You want to taste him and your eager mouth envelopes his mushroom cock head at once. His earthy sweet taste explodes across your tastebuds and you don't know who moans louder, you or Neteyam.

You enjoy giving oral pleasure, you always had. It makes you feel powerful. You control Neteyam as you suckle on his manhood. When your hands come to play, inching down towards his hole he grunts and bucks hard. Your throat constricts around him with a gag.

Its so sexy. The way he chases his release makes you burn.

His virgin hole is tight, the muscles tense as you circle it with your fingers. The sounds Neteyam gurgles above you make it clear that he doesn't want you to stop. It’s a beyond snug fit as you push a single digit in.

The darker man practically sings. His abdominals clench and you’re pretty sure he’s about to blow-

When suddenly his hands fisting your locks go from holding you close, to pushing you away. You’re only haughtily confused for a moment.

The two of you freeze.

Sensitive ears twitching as the sound of crunching footsteps in the distance.

The orchard is large and full of fruit trees and bushes, making an escape without getting caught is easy enough. You slip behind an enormous berry bush, hidden easily by the thorned shrubbery. You’re vibrating with the thrill though, as you and Neteyam avoid being spotted. Just barely.

You don't think you would have minded if anyone would have caught you on your knees pleasuring your beautiful Omega.

Neteyam on the other hand doesn't look as happy as you. He actually seems kind of spooked. Crouching low and alert as the voices hum in the distance he re-ties his tweng with shaky hands. He doesn't relax until they pass and even then his shoulders stay tense.

“It’s okay, I never get caught, don't worry” You press a comforting hand to his side, and he sighs. Leaning into your touch despite himself.

You can tell the moment of passion is over and you hate it, although it probably is for the best.

“I have to go” you’re mournful of the fact” I’m sure they’re looking for me, back at the village”

His face falls, a little frown that’s cuter than it should be marring his features “Okay…”

You cup his cheek on your palm, making him look at you “We’ll get to be together soon, yes? I’m going out of my mind, I need make you come again”

Neteyam bites the inside of his lip hard “Soon” he agrees.

It takes everything for you to leave him in the orchard and not drag him straight to your bed.

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There are more moments like these as the weeks go on.

Stolen flashes of intimacy.

The two of you sneaking in kisses and groping touches wherever you can. It's always white hot, and over way too soon and somehow you feel even more desperate and strung out after them. Like you’re only getting a taste of what you so desperately want to savor.

You think you’re handling it pretty well. Hiding your split attention-

It all comes to a head at dinner.

The Inknimaya celebrations are only days away and the largest Mauri, the communal one right in the center of the village is packed to the brim with buzzing Na’vi.

You’re sat with your family and a group of high standing village leaders at the head of the meal. Tsireya on one side of you and your very pregnant mother on the other. Your Father sits, right in the middle, and Ao’nung to his side.

There is discussion of the rites and who will be present to officiate them and witness them.

You’re barely listening, so exhausted it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You could blame it on your busy day but really, it's because you and Neteyam had spent last night tangled in each other until the early hours of the morning eclipse.

You meet his gaze from across the crowded room.

Neteyam looks as tired as you feel. And still, he grins. A barely there thing just for you. When his hands move it’s subtle movements while no ones paying attention.

He signs, just the way you’d taught him. Only one word.

Tonight.

“Y/N- are you listening?” It’s your mothers voice, firm and cutting and breaking you from your own head.

“Of course” its an automatic lie as you pick at a piece of fish from your plate. You hadnt heard a thing she’d said.

She gives you THE look. A severe one that could make children cry. Good thing you aren't a child anymore.

You try not to feel too embarrassed by her obvious chiding as you rejoin the conversation.

“We were speaking about the First Hunt- there’s been many Nomura(giant man o war style jellyfish) just beyond the reef. Y/N, what is your stance on this matter?” An elder says, voice weary and weathered.

“This is not out of the norm for this time of year. All will be fine, we can set up a perimeter around the young hunters performing their rites” you nod, affirming him while not feeding into the hysteria. Elder Makiao was an anxious man after all.

“Are we sure that’s smart?” The cutting comment is made by the person you like the least.

Vaeyu is an Alpha and vetted warrior from a good family. He has high standing in the clan, and sits on your fathers council. Tall and broad, with dark ink splashed across his angular face and his meaty right arm almost blacked out with intricate tiny tribal markings.

He’s always got something to say and you sincerely wish that you could tell him to shut the fuck up.

Politics don't work that way, unfortunately. “Why would it not be smart? It is tradition, we will perform the rites as we always have, will we not?”

He nods, mulling it over, his lips pursed “Of course I would like to see them performed as they should be but we have…different members attempting this cycle. I would hate for any of our new Omiticayan friends to be put at even more of a disadvantage then they already are”

A surge of protective anger rages through you- years ago you might have lunged at him. But you’ve learned better, about controlling your own feelings. And about dealing with scum like Vaeyu.

You try to keep the appearance that you’re unaffected, for you know it will only fuel him if he can tell that he’s bothering you “I’m assuming you’re talking about Neteyam?” and you want to kill him for doing so.

“The eldest of the Forest children, yes” He goes on and really. The disrespect is dripping from his tone like venom. The fact that he hadn't even had the decency to refer to Neteyam by his name makes

“Neteyam is not a child” you speak slowly and control your tone. Not allowing your pheromones to spike with your annoyance “He’d already passed his rites back home, and is only repeating the process here out of respect”

Your father, ever observant, can see right through your attempt on staying civil and cuts through the tension with his deep timbre “She is right, he has shown nothing but competence since arriving. And from what I have seen, has excelled in training. I trust my daughter's abilities as a karyu. The boy will be given his chance as all others are”

Tonowari is cheif; he’d always given his people the freedom to question him. The openness to have meaningful conversation.

But everyone knew that directly challenging him is off limits.

“Ah. I see” Vaeyu deducts, using his sharp bladed knife to peel the skin of a fruit “Of course, Olo’eyktan. I trust your judgment. We will just have to hope he can keep up; you know the smell of blood draws those nasty creatures in”

The talks stray onto different topics and you try to get over the bitter taste left in your mouth.

You never want Vaeyu to speak of Neteyam again. If it was up to you the older warrior wouldn't even be able to look in his direction. Neteyam was too good for the likes of him.x

You’re more than happy when the man gets up and makes his leave, retreating for the night with his pregnant mate. Once upon a time the sight of his hand on her lower back and her cradling her stomach would hurt you. Now you’re just relieved as you watch them leave.

Your sister gives you a sympathetic pat on the hand.

The dinner on your plate is picked at, you can barely eat with the excitement of seeing Neteyam again bubbling. Tonight is going to be special. You’re going to give him the necklace you’ve been working on. He liked to act bashful, but you knew he loved your gifts and this one was the most important yet.

You offer Ao’nung the rest of your food, not wanting to waste, and try to make your exit.

“You have been very far away as of late”

Of course it can never be that easy.

Your mother is Tsahik for a reason. She is all knowing, with her keen eye and sharp senses, the tribe likes to say she has special Eywa given powers and you believe it. You just absolutely hate when she uses them on you.

Of course she’d notice you being off, even when you we’re trying so hard to keep it hidden.

“I am not sure I know what you mean” you feign innocence “I have been tired, and very busy, yes”

“No” she continues in that tone of hers. Her eyes that are more green than blue boring into you “That is not it. You have been distracted, and if you do not wish to tell me I will not pry, but I need you to recenter”

“Sanok-” you start with a grumble.

“During the festivities, there will be Metkayina from neighboring islands coming in. I want you to think about what we’ve spoken of, about you finding a mate this cycle”

Your ears pin to your head and you can feel your face get hot. No, she’d spoken and when you’d try to insist that you are not going to go through with an arranged marriage she’d dismissed you.

“I am not interested-”

“In performing your duty? You will be Olo’eykte, you will pass the title down to your children. You need heirs, Y/N. By the time I was your age I was already pregnant with Tsireya” Ronal softens, she can tell how uncomfortable you are but this conversation is vital “I want to give you the space to choose. There will be many eligible Na’vi, all looking to court”

You’re tense all over. By the ways she’s speaking you’d think you were an old woman and not one who had just celebrated her twenty first name day.

“Tell me that you’ll at least think about it- Tonowari, please. Help me here. This is important is it not” Your mother plays dirty and calls your father in for backup.

There is not much on Eywa’Eveng that you could deny your father. You are dedicated to him. Closer to him than anyone else.

When he speaks its gentle and encouraging “We just want you to be happy. You are at the age where you should be starting your own family, I want to meet my grandchildren”

You feel trapped, impossibly so.

Mating had been the one thing that you’d refused to surrender to your chosen destiny. Being the next Olo’ekyte could have everything else but you so deeply wanted to find someone who loved you.

You want to tell them that you think you’ve already found a mate. You’re sure your mom wouldn't like it, wouldn't think Neteyam is suitable but your father would support you. You just know it.

It’s not the time.

Instead you just not tersly “I will consider it. Am I free to go?”

“My daughter…” Tonowari frowns, wanting to reach, but keeping his hands at his side anyway.

“Please. I am tired”

Your father just nods. You dont stay around to hear the worried words your family shares.

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The moons are high in the dark, star speckled night sky as you lounge in soft grass. You’d never spent much time here, in the little island forest, before Neteyam and yet now it’s become your oasis.

The hidden spot where you could come and release everything. Your fear and doubts are harbored by the trees. They’re good secret keepers.

“You’re distracted tonight” Neteyam remarks as he meets you in the meadow. It always takes him a little longer to get there, he has to wait for his family to fall asleep before he takes his leave.

“Sorry”

You try to put on a brave face, but when he lies down next to you, both of you on your sides facing on another, and places a large, callused hand on your hip you melt.

He doesn't have to say much to make you soft for him, he’s spent months tenderizing your heart.

“Talk to me” Neteyam urges softly as his thumbs rub patterns into your hip bone. “What happened?”

You close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the comfort. “I’m just tired, Tey. I feel like- I can never really satisfy anyone, you know? And I try really hard to.”

He hums in understanding “I do know. Is this about your parents?”

Your silence is the only answer he needs. You, after all, are rarely ever silent.

“Back home I was going to be Olo’eyktan and while I accepted it, I was always kind of dreading it. Counting down the days until any semblance of my life being my own was over” you don't know it, but he’d never told anyone this. You listen raptly “The responsibility of making sure everyones taken care of, its alot”

You smile, because yeah. Alot is an understatement.

“I’m just letting you know that I know how it feels. Truly. And whenever you need to; we can talk about it, one eldest sibling to another” Neteyam’s kind words go straight to your head. They make you feel dizzy, so cared for and adored.

He’s what you’ve always wanted. All of your fantasies and desires rolled into one. You’re convinced that Eywa had brought him to you. Carried him to you by ikran back on the strong east wind.

You want to mate with him. More than anything, you want to bond him. Would it scare him off if you told him so? You don't want to lose what hasn't even had it’s chance to fully develop.

“I made you something” Your words seem to shock him, if only for a minute, and he groans and rolls his eyes.

“Another gift? Really, Y/N?”

“Don't pretend you don't love them” you tease as you reach for the small satchel you’d brought with you. You grab at its contents and hold it tight in your hand. You’re nervous, terribly so, as you present the jewelry to Neteyam.

This isn't like the spear, or the blanket or the fruit. For Metkayina, this is serious business.

“Oh” he says as you hand over the necklace that you’d spend countless hours working on. “It’s is gorgeous, wow”

He takes it from you and marvles at the care you’d put into it. The necklace is made of leather, and adorned with pieces of carefully polished dark blue seashells. In the center dangles a single pearl, black as night and rare. You’d shucked an endless amount of clams to find one that felt right.

“Do you accept it?” you question as his eyes trace the piece of jewelry.

“Well, I have not rejected any of your gifts yet” Neteyam jokes dryly “I’m not about to start now.”

He doesn't know then. That if he accepts it then he will be accepting your hand. That he will be agreeing to be your mate. In Metkayina tradition, he’d give you a necklace back, one that would sit right where his bite would on your delicate neck.

He requests that you help him put it on but you decline.

This isn't something to adorn tonight, if he still wanted to wear it in the cold light of day you’d be happy to help him fasten it. Once he puts it on, he can never take it off. You’re sure he isn't aware of the fact and you wont trick him- but also don't have the energy to tell him in that very moment.

“Well I can't wear it because your being weird” Neteyam starts, brows knitted “But I still wanna thank you for it”

“Thank me, huh?” you smile as you reach to pet at his braids. Sweet, sweet man.

“Mhmm” Is all Neteyam says as his hand travels from its place on your hip, down, To play with the hem of your pink skirt. It's very clear what he wants, so you roll over onto your back and spread your legs, making it easier for him to get it.

He works you out of your coverings with ease.

Your needy pussy is sticky- strings of wetness stretch between it and your tweng as Neteyam peels it off. He groans at the heady sight. His nostrils flare and his mouth waters.

“You talk so much about how good I taste” Neteyam grumbles into your skin as he presses deep kisses into the skin of your belly, sinking ever lower. Over your naval. He traces the pretty swirling ink of your tattoos, the ones that cradle your hips and lead him right where he wants most.

He mouths at that tender crease between thigh and labia “But your cunt is Eywa sent, I swear. So sweet”

You're panting, chest concaving intensely as his face disappears between your thick thighs. You feel no shame at him staring at where you’re drenched and throbbing for him. If anything you spread wider, showing him the pretty blushing insides of your light blue gash.

Neteyam dives in, nose first. His snout rubbing at your lips, inhaling your essence eagerly. You can't help but smile, happy that he loves the way you smell. That it’s reciprocated. Two of you so compatible.

When his wide tongue laps over your puffy slit, catching on your swollen nub you cry out. Your hands fly to the back of Neteyam’s head, holding onto the braids for support. Tugging ever so slightly, just on the right side of painful. You hump at his face, shoving him closer.

Neteyam’s a messy pussy eater, he dedicates his whole being to getting you off. He uses his entire face; his mouth but also his nose and his chin and cheeks. Soon enough hes completely messy, covered in your slick as he sloppily feasts on you.

“Oh, Great Mother!” you wail when he sits up a bit, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, before digging back in. He’s everywhere, there's not one part of your sensitive core that he’s not licked against. “Neteyam!”

When you come for the first time, it's with a violent arch of your back and a squeal. The pleasure makes you seize and shake as it washes over you in a tidal wave. Neteyam rides it out, his mouth following your arching pussy- drawing your orgasm out beautifully.

As you start to come back down, his chin is pillowed on your inner thigh and he's looking up at you with pleased amber eyes. So shy and proud of himself for being able to get you off. His face is sticky and gleaming with your cum. You never want to forget this image of him, you want to engrave this memory somewhere deep and timeless. You think that you will need to visit the Spirit Tree soon.

“Felt good?” he verifies and you grin, nodding, still coming down.

“So good, I love it when you tongue fuck me” you sigh, still spread out for him. Your pussy aches- from over sensitivity. From the need to be touched again.

Neteyam just blushes a little at your vulgar words, sometimes you forget that he’s still very new to all of this. Each time you guys are intimate, he explores a bit more of his sexuality.

He holds your gaze as his fingers begin to toy with your folds. There’s something so erotic about it all, the way that the two of you never break eye contact. Communicating silently as Neteyam rubs at your hard clit. Sharp jolts of pleasure make your hips twitch. But still, you try to be still. Encouraging his tentative touches. When his digit swirls around your hole for a moment before sinking deep your eyes roll until they close and your head presses back into the ground.

You’re meant to be filled, your body designed to squeeze around whatever enters it and not let go. It doesnt care if its a cock or fingers or tongue, your pussy is greedy.

Neteyam bites his bottom lip bloody as he watches your core hungrily eat his fingers. First one, and then two, and then before long he's pumping all there in and out of your wet snatch. A part of him wants to tuck his thumb against his palm and shove his entire fist inside-

He’s rock hard in his tweng, undulating against the ground as he watches your hips chase his hand.

“Knot my fingers” he begs over your pathetic sobs “Please, I wanna feel it.”

It’s too much.

His eager words paired with the constant perfect rhythm in which he’s pumping his digits in and out of you. It’s not hard to grant his request. You cry out as you come, again. This time, you don't stop your body from doing what it instinctually needs to. You reach down between your legs to grab his wrist, firmly pressing his hand to your pulsating pussy. If he wants to feel, you’ll let him. Your knot swells inside of you, impossibly tight, as it locks around Neteyams long fingers.

His wide eyes stare up at you in unfiltered awe as he feels you from the inside. It’s wondrous, like nothing he’s ever experienced. He feels very special in that moment, that he gets to share this with you. Very special and very fucking horny.

“Holy shit” is his clumsy, blunt response to it all. You giggle fondly and shake your head.

“Do you like it?” You inquire as you rhythmically pulse.

He groans and presses his head, his entire face into the safe plush flesh of your thigh “I do” he admits “I want to feel it around my dick so bad”

That starts a whole new round of neediness and the two of you go at it like animals under the bright moonlight, surrounded by fluorescent flora and fauna.

You’d sworn that you’d be smarter- wouldn't stay out as late so that you could go through the upcoming day a little less exhausted but by the time the two of you are done, the sky is painted pinks and purples and the morning eclipse is dawning.

You’re lying with your head pillowed on his chest and your leg thrown across his both of his. You know you should get up but you don't want to make the long trek back to the village. You whine about the decided meeting spot as the two of you sit up, knowing that you need to get ready to return.

“Why do we have to go sneaking around in the bush? I have my own Mauri, you know” you’d sassed him, as you look for your top in the grass.

“And what if someone catches me coming in and out of your place? Yeah, no. I don’t think so” Neteyam had protested, flustered at even the thoughts . It would be so obvious.

A frown tugs at your lips at his words. “Would that be so bad?”

There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again “I mean…I thought we had agreed to keep this private. If people start seeing me sneaking in and out of your home at all odd hours it’s not going to be hard for them to put together what’s going on”

Your heart drops a bit at that, and you feel more naked than you had moments before. “What are you, like, ashamed of what we’re doing?”

“I’m not ashamed…I just don't want that label, Y/N” Neteyam sighs like you’re being unreasonable and it’s like ice water in your veins. “I don't want people to look at me differently because of this”

It's hard to speak around the lump in your throat “Because of what? Me courting you? Why would that cause anyone to feel differently about you?”

“It's just, it’s different for you, you know? You’ve done this before.-”

“Like you love to remind me” the laugh that escapes you is humorless as you locate your top and slip it back on. You already feel vulnerable, there's no need to psychically be so too. “ I’ve never once held it against you or made you feel bad about being a virgin, but you constantly throw the fact that I've been with other people in my face.”

“That’s not it-” Neteyam insists as you stand, he tries to reach for you but you side step in and grab your tweng instead. He looks so lost, like he’s trying to untie the knots in his head. You know that Neteyam has a hard time transmuting his thoughts into words and usually you’re patient with him but right now? Right now you’re too hurt to wait for him to find the words to insult you with. “I dont- I dont care if you’ve been with a ton of other people, It doesn't matter to me. That’s not why I feel uncomfortable with the village knowing”

“The fact that you’re so quick to call it a ton tells me that it does” you're wrapping the ties of your covering around your tail and ignoring your shaking hands as emotion bubbles up violently “I’ve only ever been with three people, including yourself. Did you know that, Neteyam? I’m not the huge whore that you think me to be”

Neteyam looks down at the ground shamefully. He hasn't even reached for his own tweng yet. It’s like he’s stuck, his head going a mile a minute. Too fast for his body to catch up with.

“When I told you I wanted to court you I wasn't lying. I’m not sure what that means to you, or the people back in the forest, but here it means that I see you as a potential mate. I didn't realize that you’re too embarrassed of me to see me as the same” you’re going to start crying, you can feel it.

This moment had already happened to you, years before. You’d already been rejected by someone you thought wanted you- you never thought you’d allow yourself to happen again.

Eywa, how fucking stupid can you be?

The familiar feeling is devastating. You feel soiled and used.

“If you can just be reasonable- If we can-can talk. I don't know how to make you understand that this isn't all about you” Neteyam is stuttering, finally reaching for his own tweng but you’re checked out.

How does one be reasonable when their heart is breaking?

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry that I misread this whole thing”

You’re off before he can get another word in, storming through the foliage as fast as your feet can take you. The tears that had been building only fall once you’re out of eye sight.

You can hear him calling for you, pleading for you to come back.

You leave him there, half naked in the woods.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Iknimaya ceremony comes all too fast.

The days since you and Neteyam’s fight in the forest had all been a blur. You were too busy to focus on your fractured feelings. No one had even truly known about the two of you, so it’s as if life moves on as though it had never even happened.

That might be what’s most painful about it all.

You have duties to fulfill, and you’d like to pretend like they keep you from focusing in on that pain. You help where you’re needed- and even where you’re not. It’s left you drained and bone tired, but distracted enough to maintain.

As you and your sister get ready for the long day, she notices how sluggish you are. Dragging yourself through the motions.

“When was the last time you slept?” Tsireya asks as she watches you dress.

“I’ve been busy as of late, Reya” You take care as you ready yourself. Donning traditional Metkayinan ceremonial drab- your blood-orange tweng is intricate and the shell headpiece you wear connects with your barely there top. You brush your long midnight hair until it’s glossy and bouncing, the ends of it reaching the base of your tail as it falls down your back in waves.

You’d always had a healthy dose of vanity.

You know that you are attractive, pretty. Shockingly so, as you’d been told. Blessed with thick eyelashes and feminine features. Your whole life,many have spoken about how favored an Omega, to which you’d never taken offense. You’d inherited your mothers looks, as had Tsireya. Small. Compact. Unexpectedly vicious.

You use your looks as a weapon, just as everything else, your little sister is well aware of the fact. She knows that you’re overcompensating with appearing attractive for the fact that something has happened.

“I’m worried about you. You can try to fool everyone else, but you’re not fooling me, sister. I know that somethings wrong” Tsireya is sweet, but firm. She’d always had that air around her.

Caring yet severe. She was all Alpha no matter what people might think about her docile temperament.

“It’s not like speaking about it would change anything” you mutter, if anything, it would bring the pain front and center.

“Don’t be a coward, Ma Y/N. You know better than anyone that the only way over something is through it” Tsireya’s blunt, but without an ounce of malice.

She knows how to handle you and knows that tough love is oftentimes better than coddling like comfort when it comes to you.

It works.

“Neteyam rejected my courtship”

“You lie” she accuses in a gasp, and you just glare at her. “But- he’s so interested in you”

“Obviously not” it’s flippant. You don’t even want to meet her eyes. You’d been under that impression too.

“Something is being lost in translation here, sister. Neteyam likes you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can feel it everytime the two of you are around each other” your sister insists and it’s like salt in the wound.

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. It’s not as though this is the first time I’ve been wrong about someone’s intentions for me” the words are hard to admit and taste like acid in your mouth.

“Neteyam couldn’t be any more different than Vaeyu. The two might as well be night and day- this situation can’t be the same” Tsireya insists and you bite your tongue.

“No they’re not the same. But their feelings, or lack there of, are”

Vaeyu had never been particularly kind to you but there had been a time when you naively believed that he truly cared about you.

Before your Iknimaya, which should’ve been the first warning sign, the older warrior had courted you.

He, like Neteyam, had wanted to keep it a secret.

Vaeyu took your virginity before telling you that as an Alpha himself, he would never mate with another Alpha.

You were too much for him. Not at all a suitable mate. He’d be embarrassed to be with you…

The scene that had played itself out just nights before in the forest with Neteyam had been all too familiar.

“Just once” you start, voice shaky as you focus on holding back all the hurt you've felt “I’d like to be wanted back. Truly. By someone who sees me as I see them”

“Oh, Y/N” Tsireya breathes as she grabs your hands and holds them tightly.

You don’t have the time to weep, but it feels nice, standing in your Mauri with your sister for that fleeting moment.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Metkayinan Iknimaya is a difficult and dangerous task to achieve.

The Akula hunt is fierce. An entire team of warriors working to bring down the wild beast. Many had died in their efforts. The massive sharks are armored with very few weak spots. They’re extremely difficult to kill.

Today would be no different. There would assuredly be some injuries- you give a brief prayer to the great mother for no casualties.

The to-be warriors line up on the shore and your mother, Tsahik Ronal, passes each. Chanting over them, and drawing a line across their face- from temple, over the bridge of their noses- to other temple, with white paint.

May the Great Mother take you into her arms. The Sea is your home before your birth, and if you should die, you will return to it in the afterlife.

You try to keep from staring at Neteyam, who’s tall and fierce and armed with the spear you’d given him.

The two of you only meet eyes briefly as he mounts his Tsurak. Right before he sets out. There’s so much unsaid and there’s no time to say it.

Instead you give him a firm nod.

You’d trained him. Had seen him in action. He could do this. You have full faith in him.

He only nods back.

The hunt makes you jittery, lights your blood on fire. You love this. Watching hunters draw first blood and make a clean kill. A primal part of you is dying to get in there. To join the fight.

It all happens in a rush- one minute the warriors are out on Tsurak back, headed for the deep. It’s harder to see where what’s going on as you stand with the crowd on the beach but you know from experience the energy filled pursuit that is going on right under the surface.

This year- it’s quick.

So much quicker than the years prior.

The crowd murmurs, almost confused, as the hunters return to the beach in record time.

They are no longer children.

Behind them, they haul the large carcass of a fully grown male Akula. Ropes secured around the body, netting and the waves helping transport with the sheer bulk of the creature. Sticking out of his left eye, perfectly launched, is the spear that you had crafted for Neteyam.

“Our hunters have returned, as fully blooded men and women of the Metkayina!”

Your father booms in pride, his warm cries whooping along the people as they join in. They’d made it back, all of them, with minimal damage. In record time. With one of the biggest catches you’d ever seen.

There’s hugs and tears. Everyone seems to be embracing one another. The pride is felt village wide and it’s a communal high.

“We will feast tonight!”Varyu cheers, and hoots follow “Tell me, who made the killing blow? It is as clean a kill as I’ve ever seen”

You already know. You’d known since you’d seen the carvings on the wood- but the newly fired Hunters push Neteyam forward and confirm it.

Vaeyu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. It’s comical to say the least.

Neteyam is humble, as he always is. It was a team effort, he claims.

His family beams at him. Jake whooping and Neytiri’s misty eyed. Lo’ak is grinning from ear to ear and Kiri and Tuk clap and cheer for their brother.

You remember Lo’ak telling you about how his older brother had been the youngest in their village to ever make a clean kill. You’d been impressed then.

Right now? Right now you are stunned. So proud that you can barely speak. All of those training sessions where Neteyam had doubted his ability to adapt had paid off.

He’s a warrior, as he’s meant to be. Neteyam has reclaimed his place in the world.

Your father goes to Neteyam and places his hands on his shoulders. Beaming. “You have done well and proved yourself amongst are people. I am proud to call you Metkayina”

You want to cry. You’ve never felt such emotion. You know how much this means to Neteyam and all you want to do is go over to him and embrace him.

“As the hunter who solidified the kill, you have first choice during Fertility Season. Tell me, son. Is there anyone who you want to lay claim to?” Your father speaks of the tradition. If the kill can be traced back to a single warrior- they earn the honor of having their pick of mates.

It’s ancient, dated, and most decline. You’re expecting Neteyam to do the same.

Instead, he focuses on you.

It doesn’t feel real. This must be a dream. The docile introverted Omega you’d gotten to know would never lay a claim on you, so boldly. In public. To your father much less.

And yet, he does.

“Ma Y/N” Neteyam calls to you clear and true. He’s chosen these words carefully; they don’t stick in his throat “I am yours if you’ll still have me.”

Only then do you notice that the black Pearl necklace that you had strung together for him hangs around his throat.

A clear symbol of his acceptance of your courtship.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

I’m so sorry to end it there on that cliffhanger but guyssssss. We all know she says yes. She’s down so bad for him lmfao

To my omegaverse besties @tru-blubelle @imperihoe @tiredmamaissy and Cinetrix thanks for all of the inspiration and support!

Omega Neteyam is my fucking religion now. I swear. I’m never getting over how perfect he is. Ughhhh. Sweetest bby boi who deserves the actual world. I love writing the juxtaposition of someone who is so incredibly physically attractive- and yet so socially awkward. He really doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. People expect him to be more suave because of his chiseled features and he’s really just an introverted guy who hates being the center of attention.

Okay so lots to talk about here! I introduced some OC’s! I feel like whenever I get to read about a Na’vi OC I’m like instantly in deep because it’s such an interesting culture and they’re such an interesting people!

I adore Akemi. He’s just an all around good guy who stepped up to the plate and took Roxto in when he had no one. Akemi’s husband is also a fun colorful character and I can’t wait to introduce him to you guys in the next chapter!

Vaeyu fucking sucks lmfao I wanted to write a smarmy Na’vi for the realism of it all. He’s everything bad about Alphas. He totally groomed the reader, if that wasn’t clear enough in the story. Tonowari would have him banished if he knew about it because he’s a protective dad and also a good man who hates creeps.

If you need a visual guide to how I picture Na’vi Male Omega’s genitalia you can find that here!

And if you have any questions about my A/B/O Head Cannons or the way that I’m structuring secondary gender in this story, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Neteyam goes into heat next chapter(I had to split this one into two because it was at 18K words long) so get ready for some wild ass smut😂

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[lyricsbylincoln]

-̗̀ —   “ i come bearing edible encouragement. ”  lincoln moves to set the cooke tray onto the countertop, but he can so much as blink, whole thing clatters to the ground. a musical laugh bubbles past upturned lips. “ crap. clearly, i am incapable of being slick. so now we’ll just have to make due with encouragement of the verbal variety, huh? ”

or alternatively :  whaddup, my dudes !!  it is linc comin’ atchu with my songwriter beb #2, LINCOLN MONROE .  you know what to do! don’t forget to like, subscribe, and leave a comment below !

(KEIYNAN LONSDALE, CISMALE, HE/HIM) i hear LINCOLN MONROE has a link to ALL OF THE BANDS. the TWENTY-FOUR year old is a SONGWRITER, apparently. he's so PACIFIC and CHATOYANT, but can also be kind of TRACTABLE and INGENUOUS. i hope he finds success with the band. i'm kinda interested in hearing more about them. 

gonna format this v simply in bullets this time, since i have to leave for work relatively soon & i wanna get it out here!

lincoln grew up in upstate new york after being adopted by kirsten & peter monroe when he was just an infant. they provided a very stable, lovely home. like?? his mother was the unofficial Neighborhood Mom. all the kids were always at the monroe household, sippin’ kool aids, snackin’ on homemade cookies. kirsten monroe is literally the ultimate affectionate, beautiful soul. in fact, when lincoln was 4, she convinced her husband to adopt lincoln’s adopted sister after her family was killed in a housefire three towns over. she’s about six months older than him, and honestly would be a lovely addition to the rp if y’all wanted to bring her in? essentially after the monroes adopted her, she and lincoln grew positively inseparable. 

lincoln expressed an interest in dance by the time he turned 5, so his parents eagerly enrolled him in dance lessons! pretty soon he hopped studios to a competitive school and began competing in contemporary/ballet dance competitions.

then came a full-ride scholarship to a performing arts high school in new york city. his parents weren’t going to say no  ( the monroe’s are characteristic people-pleasers )  so they made the three-hour drive to the city & dropped lincoln off for his first year. many tears were shed, hugs were exchanged, and his mother made lincoln promise not to forget about them back home. he’d skype them every freakin’ night.

at this school, lincoln became captain of the contemporary / hip hop dance team. they took national and international titles like they were kids in a candy store. this squad was insane. and with lincoln’s choreo, the awards just kept on coming. after he graduated, lincoln auditioned for the traveling cast of the wiz and snagged an ensemble role. he traveled with the cast for seven months until he decided it was time to put down some roots on the west coast.

at this point, all was well at home. he continued his daily contact with his family, and the monroe group chat was always booming. so lincoln didn’t think to suspect anything was going on at home beyond the usual. his mother spoke about neighborhood baking parties; his father spoke about the work he was doing at the state house as attorney general. all was well.

( tw: illness, hospitals, terminal diagnoses )  the phone call came on the eve before his 21st birthday, after the opening night performance of rent at los angeles theater. kirsten was in the hospital. she’d collapsed while helping to set up for the local church’s benefit concert. his father wouldn’t disclose much information beyond that lincoln should not fly home. against his better judgment, lincoln finished out the two-week run of rent before booking a ticket back to new york. he expected his mother to be out of the hospital by that time, and she’d indicated as much over the phone.

when lincoln’s plane touched down, no one was there to pick him up. kirsten was back in the er -- but lincoln only found that out by pressuring his sister until she caved and told him what was really going on:  three months ago, kirsten had been diagnosed with stage 3 leukemia. and no one in the family had thought to give lincoln a proper notice. 

kirsten was in and out of treatment for several years, reaching short periods of remission before her levels went awry again. lincoln visited home when he could, but once he began booking more consistent jobs, the cross-country flights became more difficult. he still talks on the phone to his mother each and every day, and will absolutely cancel plans to check in on her if need be.

i imagine he started songwriting as side thing, something to post online for fun back in college while he was studying composition? and his youtube channel probably gained lots of steam. following one of his larger runs in the la theatre scene, he was probably approached about entering a professional contract for a song for one of the groups. and he was probably elated about the prospect. 

since then, he’s been contracted for all of the groups, with pieces ranging from pandemonium’s chaotic rock to dream tsunami’s sunny electro-pop vibe. lincoln plays a grand total of twelve instruments & he’s always generating new material.

in addition to songwriting for these groups, he’s also an up-and-coming solo artist himself!! he performs at open mics, local coffee shops, etc. while also uploading things to youtube/soundcloud and performing in la-based theatre productions!

lincoln is ebullient -- his presence practically effervesces wherever he is. he’s always ready to shine, as cliché as that might be. he’s just got this heart full of love and joy and optimism and he’s eager to share.

currently has bleach-blonde hair, because it’s super cool. 

so speaking of that popular youtube channel! there, he’ll post choreographed routines to his favorite songs, little covers, original pieces, and vlogs with the bands he works with. fans probably eat it up and constantly ask for more.

his dancing. gah.  this boy just loses himself in it. catch him at a bjéar concert all-out contemporary/interpretive dancing in the crowd. frick, music just.... consumes him.

his favorite color is green!! why?? does he need to have a reason???

he takes his coffee with whipped coconut cream on top, garnished with a dash of nutmeg & cinnamon. he always gets lil whipped cream mustaches, and he’ll apologize every time.

apologizes a shit ton. will apologize for apologizing, and then apologize for doing so. it’s a spiral. someone stop him.

he’s all easy smiles & spring breezes, the cleared air after rain. it’s very difficult to get him angry, and some people ( cough nikolai cough ) find that absolutely infuriating.

cannot hide when he falls in love.

falls in love once every 30 seconds.

absolutely goes to florist shops to check in on the owners, ask about their favorite memories, and smell the roses. maybe he accidentally nose boops the flowers sometimes. it’s okay. it’s all part of the experience.

allergic to shellfish & negative vibes !!!

speaks fluent french. bonjour, my dudes

blushes v easily !!  will duck his head and smile so wide. compliment him & watch the magic

lowkey voiced prince naveen in the princess and the frog ... ribbit

some examples of original work he’s performed in the area / uploaded online:    x    x    x    x     x       

lincoln is that friend who’ll show up for you, even at 4am, with takeout and a shoulder to lean on. going through a bad time? he’s the one you should call.

lowkey fashion icon ???  let him take you thrifting.

if you get sound bite previews, you’re one of The Trusted Few.

at berklee, he was lauded by his professors and fellow students -- there’s a reason this guy can write so diversely. he’s virtuosic. he’s not afraid to make major leaps. catch him tossing unconventional chords into conventional genres, because the music industry needs a spark and he feels honored to be able to contribute.

you know how some people give birthday letters or cards? lincoln writes original birthday songs. every year. yep.

volunteers at a local dog shelter.

i would love a roomie for him? pls?

i seriously want all the connections so pls hmu on discord or here!! ily all sorry this is such trash on a stick

[shameboree]

I’m sure you hear this a lot, but your art style scratches my brain in just the right way, I’m just obsessed with your colors and lineless art style. It just looks so soft and sweet, like what holding a stuffed animal feels like. Whenever I see your art it fills me with so much serotonin and makes my heart feel so full!!🥰 It just nestles its way into my brain and I can’t stop thinking about it. Soft Beef Adrien has rotted it’s way into the deepest recesses of my brain and makes me smile when I think about it!

But what are the inspirations for your art style or how did you come into drawing the way you did?

IM SO GLAD I CAN SPARK JOY!! i Love to hear things abt myself and my draws bc my ability of self perception is about NIL (the other day i told my friend that like i know OBJECTIVELY its not tru but i FEEL like i dont have a personality and that i dont have like. a Style. im just BLAND. anyway he laughed uncontrollably so). i THRIVE off validation so im eating this ask

inspirations tho uh........................................ a HOT MESS STEW OF EVERYTHING I ENJOY I GUESS!!! i have a lot of shoujo manga elements bc i love everything to be feminine, but id say specifically my BIGGEST influence on that front has always been princess tutu. tbh i have a decent shoujo to shounen influence scale, so in equal measures itd be princess tutu (v shoujo) + immortal rain (shoujo from a shounen lense, a good mashup of both styles) + eureka 7 (okay tbh e7 is shounen thru a shoujo lense and is p feminine in terms of shape n form n whatever. nevermind i am influenced only by girly shit) + also bruce timm's style lol (the ROOT of my DORITO SHAPE SHOULDER TO WAIST RATIO preference).

i REALLY like geometric and simplified shapes and a lot of that has been influenced by the BARE BONES programs i gravitate towards. i am just really into economy of shapes and rationing of EFFORT, so lineless is like my fav thing to do bc it is absolute easiest to block out shapes and not bother with a sketch or anything, so thats probably what has influenced HOW i draw the most?? this means i am LAZY is what i am getting at here. i am the most CUT CORNERS bitch i KNOW. almost everything i do is done w the mindset of WHAT CAN I DO TO GIVE MYSELF THE LEAST AMT OF WORK POSSIBLE. HOW LAZY CAN I BE. this is probably the single greatest determining factor in the how and why of my STYLE DEVELOPMENT