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sideblog-ver3 · 1 year ago
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i got in a mood. thought about boobs, thought about vampires. mixed them both and this is want came about. didn’t describe the boy so it could be anyone you want to think of.
spider webs (my other fic)
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the morning was quiet and dark. shades pulled tight to keep any intruding light from entering the small bedroom. two bodies lay soundly and naked in the tangled lilac sheets, a girl with unkempt hair from the previous night as one hand rested in thick chestnut hair and the other pressed between shoulder blades. along a boy resting his head on her chest with arms holding her close by the waist.
the slow up and down of her deep breathing kept the boy in that deep rem sleep until the smallest hint of metal and copper lingered in his nostrils did he wake with slow blinks. his stretched his body like a cat, back slightly arching and legs extending fully before bending back to place. he tilted his head up to see his girl still dreaming peacefully, lips parted slightly with her eyes dancing behind closed lids.
he didn’t want to disturb her slumber but the heavy smell of blood was making him grow antsy and needy. he pulled his left arm from under her back and pushed his palm into her lonely right breast. he needed the muscle like needing at dough, pushing and pulling with a tenderness held only for her.
she squirmed gently under his touch, a pinch growing at her brows and a quiet hitch to her breath, she stayed asleep though. the boy licked his chapped lips while eyeing her other breast, so lonely so pretty he thought to himself as his hearing picked up the noise of her heart beating and blood pumping through her living veins.
his tongue licked over his top teeth and nicked himself on his extracted canines.
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it’s okay i can wait stopping himself from diving for that taste of blood. but gentle stirring from below distracted his thoughts as your hands started to move in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.
“it’s okay baby. take a drink.” sleep scratched voice giving him that verbal consent to sink his fangs into your breast.
“you sure?” brown eyes turned black from his blown pupils. you hummed and moved just a bit to get a slight jiggle for his attention. “all yours baby.”
without a second to waste his pale pink lips latched around your hardened nipple, tongue licking over the bud before he allowed his sharp fangs to sink into your delicate skin.
you keened at the sting of pain before it morphed into pleasure, chest arching upward with your head pushed into your pillow. the hand already placed in his hair presses him down harder, not really, just a firmer pressure to try and signal for more attention.
“oh oh… rig-right there! yes yes keep going.” his hand on your other breast squeezed into a hard grasp, his blunt nails curled in tight.
he popped off with a gasp, eyes closed shut as he took deep breaths. his teeth and lips stained crimson, fangs slowly retracting back into his gums.
“you taste so sweet darling.” licking his tongue over the two open wounds. you cooed at the sensitive touch, delirious smile over taking your face. you made grabby hands at your boy’s face, palms cupping lively cheeks to pull him closer.
your own tongue reached out to lick the tiny drops of blood on the corners of his lips, tip curled in a swirl before going back to your mouth. a throaty groan at the metallic taste, a twisting feeling in your lower belly growing.
“i fucking love you.” fingers caressing his jawline before wrapping around his throat.
“and i love you too darling.” he leaned forward to capture your lips. uniting the both of you in blood and heart.
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raving-raven-writing · 7 months ago
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Avatar WIP--Entertainer Spider
I was going to put up another snippet for my new Avatar fic WIP, but I think I would just like to list some songs that inspire the new work. -It Could Have Been Me by The Struts -For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert -2 Minutes Notice from Helluva Boss -Government Hooker by Lady Gaga Also, I watched an episode of Trafficked, in which they focused on the black market and the selling of human organs---so think of that what you will, but that is in relation to some of the content in the story. And as of right now, the story is sitting at being five chapters in length, with maybe, an epilogue. The only real difficulty I am having is naming the WIP. I don't even have like a rough draft title, but right now, it is just listed as Avatar Fanfiction--Entertainer Spider If you have any ideas as to what the title should be, based off this info here, please feel free to leave a suggestion!
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petricorah · 8 months ago
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scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]
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firelilysky · 3 months ago
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@muffinlance ‘s Salvage was the first big ATLA fic I read, effectively launching me into this fandom head- first. It feels right to pick this series back up with a grumpy little Zuko fawning over the albatross-pigeons and pretending he’s not.
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teddytheartist · 8 months ago
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Zukka for the win my guys
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mydearlybeloathed · 1 year ago
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so yeah my heart has been ripped from my chest thanks
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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (3)
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Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader.(wc: 5211)
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“You will make a good olo’eyktan.” 
Jake snorted, downing the last dregs of amber liquid from his worn wooden glass. He shook his head in amusement as he put it down on his lap– It must be the alcohol speaking, he thought to himself. Tsu’tey had been speaking vaguely; roughly in between asking where his loyalty lies and if he was willing to stay for the people. To say Jake was confused was an understandment, and he wasn’t a brick of a wall to not feel that something was wrong. 
“Don’t you mean would?” He asked, refilling his cup. “I would make a good olo’eyktan. A possibility.” 
Tsu'tey's merely shook his head as he finished his beverage, letting a few drops of liquid trickle down his chin. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, gaze far into the crowd of young warriors celebrating themselves. The festivity had gathered everyone and his eyes darted constantly to his lover– the one who rightfully had this heart.
And that was something Jake had noticed about Tsu’tey tonight, he realized. Tsu'tey was never truly looking at him. Although he had only spoken to him on this particular night, his eyes never once met Jake’s; it seemed as though he was constantly searching for something else– someone. 
Could it be Neytiri? His heart seized as the thought crossed his mind. He was selfish. Eywa knows just how impure his soul is; how cruel he is to love a promised woman. 
“What is that human word you use when you have not been truthful?” 
One of the things he became aware of as he continued to learn life in Pandora was that the Na’vi didn't recognize or understand the concept of lying; there wasn't even a word in their language for it. It was a revelation for him, that such an integral part of his motherland - dishonesty and deception - was nonexistent here. He feared he would be the one to taint their morals, to be the example to its definition. 
Jake was a liar. 
“You mean lie?” 
Tsu’tey nodded. “I fear I have done such a thing.” 
Jake furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes in thought, but he couldn’t bring himself to pry– not when his eyes seemed distant once more. He thought he looked at Neytiri, but standing beyond her was the figure his eyes desperately sought. Tsi’ewa looked like a vision in the firelight, her every gracefully swaying movement becoming alive in the mesmerizing glow of the large bonfire.
And she was just there– how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?
Jake puts an awkward hand to his shoulders, attempting to comfort him with a pat. “Eywa will forgive you– whatever you did.” 
But Tsu’tey only shook his head again. His steady hand made quick work of refilling his cup to the brim once more, as if he was trying to drown out the rising truth that was spiraling from his stomach. He paused for a moment before lifting it up to meet his lips, “No. She would have to ask for my forgiveness instead.”
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“We must tell the people now.” 
They continued to walk aimlessly, steps wide and quick. The night had seemingly stretched on for hours since the gathering had ended, and they were growing ever more irritable– both bodies awash with alcohol and both minds clouded with judgment. “Your thoughts are muddled, Tsu’tey. You’ve had a bit too much to drink.” She said in a dismissive tone, making it clear that she didn't want to discuss the topic further. Tsi’ewa was nothing but distant— tonight where Tsu’tey felt most painfully vulnerable. 
“I can think just fine, Tsi’ewa.” He carefully takes her arm, steering her to face him. “We have to tell the people now.” 
“And risk your place in the clan?” She quickly swats his hand away, her face twisted with a troubled expression. “I will not let you ruin your name.” 
They finally stand still, exhausted— bodies glistening in sweat. Tsi’ewa frantically looked around, perhaps for something to hurl or something to tightly squeeze'; anything to relieve the knot that churned deeply inside her stomach. Letting out another lengthy sigh, she finally looks at Tsu’tey. “I am but a songstress, Tsu’tey! Someone who people wouldn’t care enough to give two glances.” 
“And why do they matter?” He replied in the same tone, just as defeated as she was.
“Because I am nothing. I am unheard, I am not seen– but you. You are to become leader. The people need you, Tsu’tey.” She steps in closer, just enough to feel his warm breath fanning over her face. Her finger digs into his chest as she speaks, pressing harder with each word that spills from her mouth. “You have to choose.” 
“I do not have to. It is you who I want.” He answers, almost casually– like he had lost a screw or two to trade such a title for something so miniscule. Tsi'ewa releases a frustrated sigh, her posture wilting in defeat.
“You are being stubborn!” 
“And you think too low of yourself!”  
Silence envelopes their heaving bodies once more. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “I am unhappy with the union– it is against my will and most especially my heart. Do not make me choose the people.”
He finds promise in the crooks of her body, the warmth of her palms; a place of sanctity he wouldn’t mind kneeling to for hours. It was the kind of romance so tender, it would dissolve right on his tongue the moment he would consume it– he just knew he would love her for a very long time. Tsu’tey would let his title be damned if it meant having her for eternity. 
“We will be miserable.” She whispers. 
“Only if you push me away.” He answers. 
Who knew Tsu’tey was quite the romantic? Well– people would’ve known if they had given him the chance to truly love. The day he died, Tsi’ewa knew her heart was buried along with his. 
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The flickering firelight created a somber ambience as Jake sat motionless, lost in thought. The dancing shadows casted by its light created an indescribable feeling of unease– an overwhelming weight of dread settling on his shoulders. His mind raced endlessly, thoughts clamouring in his head to be brought to the forefront. 
The clan– the people. His family. Himself. Deafening, deafening sound.
Quartich was back and he had to think fast. Sure, they were far from where the old shack is, but it wouldn’t be long until they were eventually found. The thought strikes an indescribable fear, reeling him in and getting the best of him. 
To say Jake was tired was an understatement. 
Tired is a word used to describe how one feels after a busy day; one that promises a better tomorrow– a green light that lets you go ahead and continue once more. He fears this is more than just casual exhaustion, but something that threatens to bury him six feet under.
And then there was you; a particular voice desperate for a minute of his time. He hears your voice, even in mind. His stubborn eldest. You might as well be the reason for why his hair is turning white so early. He thought it was just a phase– he thought that every child would eventually grow out of their angsty-teenager stage. Heck, he went through one back on earth. Jake was once a little boy too, he’d know. 
But as time stretched on, he realized that your actions had rooted from actual hurt and not just some juncture in life. When you said you hated him, you actually did. When you said he was being a shit father, he actually was. He made you feel that way. 
Jake wonders when it happened– what had slipped through his fingers for everything to become so messy. He swears he hears you as much as you don’t think he isn’t listening. 
You’d make a great olo’eykte. He knows it. Somewhere along that line frightens him– makes him terribly uneasy. He doesn’t mean to tell you otherwise, but in his eyes, you will always be his little girl; the same kid who cried to him once because everyone had been too mean. Jake would burn the whole world if he had to; shed blood if it meant your safety. 
Being a clan leader meant exactly that. He knew you’d do everything to ensure everyone’s safety, even if it meant your life. Jake wasn’t ready for that– he wasn’t ready to hear that his little girl was capable enough to not need him. 
He wished he’d rather made that clear instead of severing your already strained bond. The gulf between you two has grown too wide for him to bridge the gap, and it's slowly eating away at him. 
There was just something so complicated between a father and a daughter’s relationship– a kind of complication that neither of you could tell what you really meant. He wishes he could understand you; take away the troubles that made you restless. Maybe then, your eyes wouldn’t feel so distant– maybe then, you wouldn’t look at him like he wasn’t your own dad. 
He numbly reaches for the machine gun– its surface still emanating heat from its earlier use. He can feel its weight in his grasp, a firm reminder of the violence that had just transpired. He clenches it in his hands, his sweaty palms pressing against its hard surface in an almost comforting way. 
“The children are fine and taken care of,” Neytiri gently announced as to not worry her already troubled mate. “Your mind is clouded, ma Jake, tell me about it. ” 
“Just thinking,” Neytiri sat in front of him, allowing the silence to linger for a moment longer while she awaited his response. “That maybe Tsu’tey had been hinting at his relationship with Tsi’ewa for much longer than we thought.” 
That wasn’t at all what her mate had expected him to say, thinking that he would likely talk about what had happened back at the old shack. The wrinkle between her eyes deepened as she questioned aloud, "Why is this being brought up now?" 
Jake released a lengthy exhale as he released the empty shell from his gun, letting it amble towards the fire pit. “Maybe I could have done something to save him from dying a warrior’s death so soon.” 
Neytiri straightened her leaning posture, clicking her tongue. “This isn’t about Tsu’tey, is it?” The way Jake's reaction was almost too subtle to notice only solidified her suspicions. His posture seemed to slightly change, his shoulders stiffening ever-so-slightly as if he was attempting to contain the emotions running just beneath the surface. “It’s about y/n.”
“Always about that daughter of ours.” He attempted to make light of the situation, stifling a chuckle. This demeanor was a thin veil for the obvious elephant in the room and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to make it known just yet.  “Hard headed and snobby, just like Tsu’tey.” 
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she got it from you instead?” Neytiri narrowed her eyes at him, mouth twisted in a slight scowl. When Jake only released a snort in reply, his gaze still fixated on the machine gun, she lightly swatted him on the nape of his neck with a hiss. “You are too hard on her– on everyone! Don’t you think that you’re being too harsh on them?” 
Jake winces before replying, voice firm and just as loud. “I am only doing what I can to protect everyone.” He flails his arms around, trying to emphasize his words. “Everything that I do is for them. You think I enjoy being like this? Being the mean parent?”
“Then stop!” 
Jake let his long fingers run through his hair, slightly tugging at the braids in exasperation. His eyes closed for a fleeting moment as he drew in a sharp breath, attempting to compose himself. “It’s not that easy, Neytiri. They had their knives right under our children’s necks– I’m only trying to keep this family alive and together.” 
“By pushing everyone away? By telling your eldest that she isn’t enough? Listen to what you’re saying, Jake! You aren’t hearing yourself!” Neytiri presses a finger into his chest. “This isn’t about war– it wasn’t always about fighting. It’s about you and the children.” 
Everyone falls silent, letting the weight of their words settle in the air. The only sound is that of the distant fire crackling, filling in the otherwise unbearable quiet. They took in each other’s heaving figures, eyes softening in mutual understanding. 
“You’re scared you’re going to fail her like you think you did with Tsu’tey.” Neytiri whispers softly this time. Jake’s ears flatten in response– stiff shoulders slumping in defeat. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Neytiri.” 
“Oh please– you are never this rough with Kiri and Tuk. Y/n is your daughter too, so why does she have to be on the receiving end of such hard affection?” She lets out an agitated scoff,   “You do not hear her, ma Jake. When she shouts, she does not call for Toruk Makto– ma’ite does not challenge the olo’eyktan. She yearns for just you, her father.”
And that was Neytiri for you; ever the wiser one. She always knew what to say. Jake looks at him with such tenderness– an admiration that was strikingly reminiscent of the first time he ever saw her. 
“You fathers always do not know what to feel– what to say. So you tend to be less understanding, because in that way, less words are spoken. Silence is better than talking it out, yes? Ma’sempul was the same. Only when he died did I realize– but will you take it to your grave before you let her know that she is loved?” 
A daughter is only a daughter once, not until you make her forget. 
“Make her understand. Your intentions are fair, but your ways are ill— they are ill, Jake.” Neytiri's words stung like a slap in the face, she might as well strike him straight to the chest. It rendered him speechless, yet he knew something shifted— and for the better. “She is your daughter. Not Tsu’tey’s.”
His daughter. 
“Am I a bad father, Neytiri?” His voice had cracked and she swore she could hear the faint breaking of his already fragile heart. The realization slowly seeped into the wrinkles of his weary face, accentuating the creases from fatherhood itself. He failed everyone and he knew it. He always thought his actions were justified– but it was the consequences that struck him the most: He didn’t know Neteyam’s favorite color, but he knew how odd he held his bow. 
He didn’t know his children.
“No, just misguided.” Slowly, Neytiri cautiously wraps her arms around his rigid form. She can feel the warmth of his skin against her face as she nestles her head into the crook of his neck. She swears he could hear the rapid beat of his heart and it pounds in sync with hers– they were both lost and terribly exhausted. “I know earth did not allow you to be soft, but you’re not alone anymore. Put your burdens at ease, ma Jake.” 
Jake returns her embrace, squeezing her body softly. He allows himself to bask in the moment of stillness, taking in the sweet smell of her hair and skin. With a shaky exhale, he attempts to savor the fleeting peace before it's gone. When did everything become so difficult?
After a while, Neytiri finally stands, feeling the exhaustion of all she has endured today seeping into every fibre of her body. “The children are staying over at Mo’at’s for tonight.” 
She stands there, lingering for a moment before finally turning to leave. “Just talk to her, Jake.” 
And there he was, alone with nothing but the warm glow of the flickering fire to accompany him once again. 
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Fruits. You love fruits, he thinks. 
Perhaps you didn’t get the memo that everyone was staying over at your grandma’s for the night; perhaps you were waiting for him to come home too. He carefully sliced the yovo fruits, placing them a bit too delicately on the bark bowl. 
Jake was undeniably nervous. His own teenage daughter made him nervous.
As he slowly trudged towards the hut, his toe lurched into one of the wicker chairs– a loud string of curses exploded from his lips as he clamped his eyes shut in frustration. Through gritted teeth, he peered down to the seat. immediately noticing its snapped leg which seemed to mock him for his carelessness. He exhaled deeply. crouching down to take a closer look.
Funny enough, it was yours– your name glaring right back at him.
If there was something that he learned best back on earth, it was to be handy— good with his hands. (well, considering the lack of legs, he had to make use of thereof.) He thought he had cracked the code back then; giving everyone gifts and crafting whatever they pleased. Jake failed to realize that it was not more toys the children wanted– it was him. Just him.
"Listen, I'm sorry," Jake visibly winces at his poor attempt at an apology. He takes a pause, deciding on the right words to say before continuing, “Let’s talk about it, kid– promise not to raise my voice." He waits for her response but only silence greets him in return. He releases a deep sigh and mumbles under his breath, “-- or maybe not. This is fine." He carefully slides in the bowl of freshly cut fruits under the flap of the hut after taking a few moments to rest against its wooden walls. He looks around, his eyes wandering everywhere, “You listening?” He waits again, “Your father– he was a good man. A very good man, in fact."
“Neytiri was promised to him and he was to become the olo’eyktan. I was only an outsider; barged in and made a mess of an already good clan.” he reminisced, “He had every right to view me as a threat– heck, he could’ve even greeted my approach with a spear right to the chest the moment I arrived. He didn’t. No one did.” 
“I’m thankful for that. Everything I have now is because of him.” He looks back at the entrance, hoping for even a flicker of light being lit by you– he thought maybe you were also leaning against the wall that separates you both. “I was wrong. Your father was far more than enough, and of all people, I should have known that better– should have known better than to talk shit about him to his very daughter.” 
He exhales a deep, heavy sigh for what feels like the hundredth time, his frustration evident as he rubs the back of his neck anxiously. “Look, what I’m trying to say is. I miss you, sweetheart. I’m growing old– and while you aren’t getting any younger either, I want you to understand that when I shout, it means I want you to listen. When I push you to your limits, I only want you to do your best.” 
He looked back at all the times where you and him argued– when he thought what he was doing was right. Jake wondered if he pushed you away everytime he raised his voice. He probably did.  
“Well– raising my voice probably never worked because you always shouted back.” he says, shaking his head with a snort of laughter. No matter how loud either of them got, the other always managed to raise their voice even higher. “Time is fucking with me– you all are growing so fast. One second I’m snuggling with everyone in the same hammock and then all of a sudden I find myself making everyone a separate one because we’re all too big now.” 
He grows quiet, a lump welling up in his throat that renders him speechless. “I’m not olo’eyktan– I’m no Toruk Makto. I’m just a father, baby. And I think that’s the most vulnerable I’ll ever be.” 
“Never wanted any of you to fight. Never wanted to put everyone on the line for war–” Another breathy exhale, “I was scared. Fine, there it is, out in the open. My star failed me, sweet girl. I know how humans worked back there and they worked ruthlessly. We killed our own land– our own mothers.” 
His stomach would lurch at the thought of it, an overwhelming pang of nausea stirring within him. Jake could barely survive back there– he truly was lucky to be chosen by Eywa. He could already be dead if not the past occurrences for all he knows. 
“I wasn’t allowed to be gentle back then and I’m glad eywa is a lot more merciful here.” He looks up, staring at the starry sky. Earth had taken too much from him and ironically, it was also humans who kept ruining him here in Pandora too. Jake was always one step behind no matter how hard he tried. “But you got to give me a bit of recognition here, baby girl, I'm trying. I didn’t automatically become a father after having children. I think I’m forever learning. I still have a lot to go.” 
“I did what I thought was right; I had to ensure that my family was safe, no matter the cost, and I didn’t even realize I put a damn war over everyone’s head. Sweetheart, I never wanted any of you to fight– I never wanted to put everyone on the line to battle. I would never wish for anyone to experience what I went through back on earth and funny enough, I brought it right to our doorstep.” And he felt his voice break as words tumbled out of his mouth in an incoherent pace, desperately trying to release all these emotions that had been clogging up his throat. He brought a hand roughly to his face in an effort to hold himself together, fingernails digging lightly into the delicate skin around his eyes. “I’m scared, babygirl.”
“Eywa was kind enough to give me children in the image of people I’ve already lost; Tsu’tey, Grace– hell, I even see Tommy on Lo’ak. That knucklehead is just too curious for his own good.” He didn’t know if it was a curse rather than a gift; every corner of his house was haunted and grief had made a home right on his very lungs. 
He looks back at the flap of the hut and still no sign of you– even the bowl of fruits was left untouched. “Tough crowd.” He murmurs to himself before finally deciding to stand, his legs stiff from sitting still for too long. He awkwardly pats his thighs, shaking away the dust he collected. “Everyone is staying over at Mo’at’s. You can have the hut to yourself for the night.”
Space. Maybe you needed space.  (And he was terribly wrong. Space was all that remained between you two.)
Jake starts to slowly walk away, yet somehow he feels like his troubles remain firmly on his shoulders. The guilt was there— all of it. He looks back one last time, praying. Eywa, give me one last chance. Let my daughter come running to me in an embrace and I’ll swallow my pride. 
Nothing.
He felt his heart slowly breaking, the pieces of it slipping lower and lower down his stomach with every passing second. His mind was a mess; he could feel all his doubts and insecurities swirling about inside his body, each one vying for center stage. I am no better than my own father. I am no better than my own father. I am no better than my own father.
Unbeknownst to him, you were never in the hut to begin with. It was sick– such a cruel joke for the words you’ve been desperate to hear to be left unheard. 
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“Give me strength, dear mother. Tell me what I’m doing is just.” 
You were kneeling on the damp, mossy ground close to the roots of the tree of souls, your hands tightly gripping onto your queue. The thick foliage that surrounded you was awash with the lavender hue that emitted from the vine-like leaves, lending you warmth from the chill eclipse. Woodsprites floated nearby, swaying close as if to welcome your presence. 
Inching closer, you stretch out your arm before allowing the tendrils of your braid to coil around the hanging threads. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself feel– taking in the presence of Eywa. 
Your mind was clouded. Once a dark space turned into something light– too light, it was almost blinding. Everything was blurry, almost like a dream, but you knew it wasn’t; knew well where you stood and why you were here to begin with. 
Slowly, a vision emerges - a woman standing just a few paces from you. She feels something in the air and her ears perk up, as if she is trying to figure out the space she’s in too. Her head turns from each corner, cautiously checking the blurry surroundings. After a few moments of searching for something visible to the eye, she turns and finally spots you. A sudden shock passes through her body, evident by the way her eyes widen in surprise. She stands there for what seems like eternity, you can almost see the gears starting to move and click within her mind.
“Oh, my sweet child–” 
She reaches out to envelop you in an embrace, but you take a step back in response. Her arms remain open– still hopeful that you’d run to her like how a child would to her mom, but you were just there, staring incredulously. 
“I don’t know who you are.” 
This couldn’t be Eywa. You would’ve known. 
You two stood still, eyes drawing over each other’s lines and curves, trying to etch it in memory– then it dawned to you– could this be your mother? 
“I knew Tsu’tey had the stronger genes, I just didn’t expect him to take up most of the space in your face.” She lets out a breathy chuckle, “Come close, child, let me see you.” 
And you shouldn’t.  You haven’t seen this woman all your life nor did the people provide enough stories about her. She was nothing but the person who had birthed and given you life– that should’ve been enough for you to run straight towards her, but you stood there, gulping down a familiar grief. 
It’s weird for mothers and daughters to just coexist like she had not brought you upon the world at all. Sure, you have her eyes and you might grow to have her exact physique, but the word ma’ite sounded distant on her tongue– cold and unloving. Her arms weren’t inviting. 
This wasn’t your mother. Mothers are kind and warm, like Neytiri.
Your legs moved forward in a hesitant pace, as if you were being pushed against your will. You stood closer, enough to let her cup your face. She lets out a choked sob– or was it laughter? You couldn’t follow. She lets her thumb mindlessly brush against your soft cheeks, eyes filled with so much love, you feared it would be too heavy. That love was reserved for you and only you– for all the ages you’d grow to be.
But all energy is borrowed. She has been carrying this longing tenderness for years in the afterlife. 
You had Tsu’tey’s eyes, his lips. She’d argue that the nose is debatable, but surely if you rip open your heart, you’d find your mother’s own. Sweet, sweet child, forced to grow up too quickly. Tsi’ewa was sure you’d be the kindest soul. 
You ponder deeply– what kind of life would your mother have had if you had never been born at all? Would she still be here, with all her vitality and vigor, relishing in the gift of her youthful years? Would she perform to the children, singing them lullabies they drift off into a peaceful sleep? The thought causes you profound anguish– your mother was just like you; full of life and once was a little girl too.
You wish you knew her enough to let the grief prolong.
“Time has been unkind to you,” She said softly, her fingers tenderly sweeping the loose strands of hair away from your face.
“You are not my mother.” 
“I know.” She replies. Tsi’ewa doesn’t take it to heart how harsh your responses have been– you were just her little girl, lost and terribly misguided. “For all we know, I’ve only been one to you right now, so just this once– let my words bear meaning.” 
You chose to wait; giving her the opportunity to slowly get acquainted with you, taking in every little detail of your face - from the stars of moles to the creases around your eyes. You were patient with her, allowing her to digest all that made you who you are – beyond just looks. She was just a mourning mother that grieved her little girl. 
“You do not have to stay.” She whispers and her words hit a little too close to home, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and suppress a sob. “A boy would be Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya– but you, ma’ite, shall be mine.”
As the words slipped her mouth, you had finally granted her an embrace. You swear you had felt yourself turn smaller. Your head rests against her stomach, letting your ear listen for whatever you might hear. This is where you came from, you thought. Who knew a mother could bear a stranger? She clings to you with a desperate grip, preventing you from falling apart— as if it's her own way of trying to hold you together. 
Just a bit more, Eywa. She begged. Give me a minute more to hold my girl.
I wish you’d give birth to me again, you cried, maybe then I’ll turn into something better. 
You open your eyes, feeling beads of tears roll down your face. You mindlessly wipe them away, not truly grasping what had transpired or how the weight on your shoulders lightened. Woodsprites quickly flutter away once you regain consciousness. Your head shoots up, and a silent thank you escapes your lips as you bask in the warm glow of the light that touches your face.
Forgive me Eywa for leaving. Your ikran lets out a sharp shriek as you climb onto her back, taking steady steps up her body while gently caressing her back. The animal quiets down at your touch, eager to fly once more. 
A heart is meant to be cupped by unscathed hands and if you cannot find palms big enough for yours, then you fear home is somewhere else.
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finally posted a new chapter, how is everyone doing ! i honestly don't know what to feel about this part just yet, but i had to write through a writer's block so it might be ass. had to fight it or else i'd be stuck in a rut on god
very important ! i've decided not to take any more tags ;( i'm really sorry, but they take up most of my time and it bugs my posts because it only lets me tag to an extent? so if your name isn't mentioned, do know that i had to take out a few (or because your user didn't pop up when i tried) please turn on your notifications instead ;(
already proofread but please don't be hesitant to point out mistakes, i tend to be blind when it comes to editing teehee i listened to jacob and the stone by emile mosseri while writing this so you might want to do so too to set the mood !
love everyone so bad, thank you for being patient w me. smooch !
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agentx8d · 8 months ago
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‼️THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY‼️
PLEASE REBLOG!
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Moatasem (5) and Obida (2), brothers living in the cold tents of Rafah with the rest of their family, and area under threat of invasion.
THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP NOW TO EVACUATE. With the ground invasion of Rafah, this could be their only chance to escape death in the ongoing GENOCIDE! With our help, they can evacuate to safety and live a safe life like EVERYONE deserves.
Every single person in this family has dreams and passions. Every single person is someone’s everything. Please, do what you can to protect them.
PLEASE REBLOG, and donate if you can! ANY HELP COUNTS— SHARING GOES A LONG WAY!
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memopmiff · 1 month ago
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can u please draw yuezula😭🫶
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Your wish is my command. I love princess x princess 💕
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bluespiritshonour · 4 months ago
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Fanart for graphite and tea by @drowning-in-cacophony
It was one of the first maiko fics I ever read and I loved artist!Mai 😊
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bluespirlt · 19 days ago
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the blue spider chapter 10 is out!
now if you'll excuse me, i'll go cry in my pillow
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thegaangneedstherapy · 1 month ago
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LIAB
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you have my life ssreeder 🙏
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hillnerd-art · 1 year ago
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welp, I drew it!
inconsistent between panels? oh you betcha ;[
JUST LINEWORK UNDER THE CUT
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normspellsman · 2 years ago
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this series is so good! please check out her work you guys <33
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Ao3 link
Pairings: Neteyam x (f) Human/Avatar!Reader
Word Count: 205k words (completed April 3rd, 2023)
Warnings/notes: Neteyam and Reader are aged up; angst; mentions of death, violence, disease, mental illness, injury, blood, swearing, smut (18+ , minors DNI), spoilers for Avatar The Way Of Water (The Archer)
A/N: I wanted to create a masterlist for this story so it's easier to find, but the individual posts for each part are still up, if that's easier to navigate. I hope you enjoy this story as much I am enjoying writing it, and I appreciate you all so much for all the love and support xoxoxo
'*•.¸♡ Cardigan Series Spotify Playlist ♡¸.•*'
"'Cause I knew you, stepping on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, I knew you, leaving like a father, running like water And when you are young, they assume you know nothing I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me"
。・:*˚:✧。Part I: Illicit Affairs 。・:*˚:✧。
CHAPTER I: Willow
CHAPTER II: Right Where You Left Me
CHAPTER III: Exile
CHAPTER IV: Evermore
CHAPTER V: All Too Well
CHAPTER VI: Death By a Thousand Cuts
CHAPTER VII: Hoax
CHAPTER VIII: My Tears Ricochet
CHAPTER IX: Seven
CHAPTER X: Invisible String
。・:*˚:✧。Part II: The Archer 。・:*˚:✧。
CHAPTER I: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince
CHAPTER II: Out of the Woods
CHAPTER III: I Know Places
CHAPTER IV: Peace
CHAPTER V: This Is Me Trying
CHAPTER VI: The Great War
CHAPTER VII: Epiphany
CHAPTER VIII: Bigger Than The Whole Sky
CHAPTER IX: Safe and Sound (All is Found)
CHAPTER X: Daylight
。・:*˚:✧。 Oneshots 。・:*˚:✧。
I: Cornelia Street
II: If This Was a Movie
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helladirections · 2 months ago
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August Fic List
This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.
The list:
In order I reblogged, not order written
Multiple writing from the same author are listed together (but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)
Must have a Read More
Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!
Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist
Assistance Needed | assistant!reader 3k @gurugirl
Little bit of face-fucking :o) (Preview) You're Too Sweet For Me (preview) @1800titz
Secrets 7.9k @heartateasee
Grumpy 1.8k Tastes So Sweet 1.3k @harryistheonlyoneforme
Wake N' Bake 1.4k Roomies 8k @0nlythrowharrybeaux
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 3k @jarofstyles
Painted On Your Back 9k The Other Man 13.5k @lukesaprince
Needy 4k Yes, Sir. 7.1k @harrystylescherry
Horan!sister reader 1.8k @avatar-anna
Across the Hall 2.3k @musicforgrapejuiceblues
Green Skies, Pink Grass 2.6k @1d1195
Far From Sober 2.8k Part 2 2k @eveningepiphany
Neighborhood Watch 2.6k @purplecoffee13
Aperture 1.9k @cherryrouge
Best Friend Vacation 6.6k @guiltypleasurecreative
Primavera 11k @smokeinherperfume
Sweet 3.4k @harry-on-broadway
Jealousy, Jealousy 4.5k @harryhitties
Academic Rivals / A/B/O Part 1 22k Part 2 20k Part 3 18k Part 4 14k @jawllines
Delight - Dilf | doctor!Harry 6.6k @harryhoney-bee
Riding Lessons (cowboy!harry) 3.4k @cowboylikelyric
Spinnin' Out Waiting For Ya 18k+ Part 1 3.8k Part 2 4.6k Part 3 5k Part 4 4.8k @swiftmendeshoran
Yes, Mr. Styles 7.3k @smuttyaf
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randxmthxughts · 2 years ago
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Chosen by Eywa | Masterlist
neteyam x omatikaya!reader - complete
summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another. y/n's whole world begins to crumble, as she is forced into the loveless bond. will neteyam and y/n be able to overcome the odds and find their true happiness?
contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers
wc: 30.4k
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a/n: i usually don't write for this trope but the idea had been inciting since rewatching the first avatar movie. this is going to be very angsty but very rewarding too and thank you to the anon who sent in the request ♡ so excited to start this journey with you!
general avatar masterlist
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Chapter 1: The Dream Hunt
Chapter 2: The Betrayal
Chapter 3: Lessons to Learn
Chapter 4: Crossing the Bridge
Chapter 5: New Beginnings
Chapter 6: A Team of Two - finale
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sabtanh1 · 4 months ago
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Avatar recs
☁︎ = fluff    ⚠︎ = smut    ❇ = angst    ☘ = au's    
☕︎︎ = slow burn    ✿ = series    ᰔ = blurb
Navigation . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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Neteyam
You- what? (☁︎)
My baby in you? (☁︎)
Your lips, my lips, apocalypse (☁︎)
I'm sorry I wasn't enough (❇)
Nobody else (⚠︎)
What Lo'ak doesn't know (⚠︎)
Kuru play (⚠︎)
Overworked (⚠︎)
Little tawtute (⚠︎)
Their little omega (⚠︎)
Baby fever (⚠︎)
I see you (⚠︎)
Inexperienced (⚠︎)
Never a burden (pt 1, pt 2) (☁︎, ❇)
How do I make you love me (❇, ☁︎)
Tuntutu (Crush) (❇, ☁︎)
The day of love (⚠︎, ☁︎)
Realize where u belong (⚠︎, ☁︎)
He's a ten but… he has a staring problem (☁︎, ᰔ)
Lo'ak
Do I wanna know (☁︎)
Make some room for me (☁︎)
Addicted to u (⚠︎)
Want, get, have (⚠︎)
Somnophilia (⚠︎)
What Lo'ak doesn't know (⚠︎)
Edging till he's crying (⚠︎)
Untouched (⚠︎)
A new name (⚠︎)
Giving him a show (⚠︎)
He's a ten but… he has a staring problem (☁︎, ᰔ)
Don't stop (☁︎, ☘)
Jake Sully
Heat (⚠︎)
Txasunu (⚠︎)
Little kitty (⚠︎)
Baby fever (⚠︎)
Ao'nung
His precious tawtute (☁︎)
My soul, u really took my soul (☁︎)
That one's mine (☁︎)
You missed (☁︎)
Their little omega (⚠︎)
Overworked (⚠︎)
He's a ten but... he has a staring problem (☁︎, ᰔ)
Best friends brother (❇, ☁︎)
Uh oh! I think you're holding the heart of mine - pt 1, (my heart is,) squeeze it apart it's fine - pt 2 (❇, ☁︎)
Spider
Got a secret (☁︎)
Little tawtute (⚠︎)
send me more fics to read! ₊˚⊹♡
Last updated: 8/7/24
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