#fall of the white ship avatar

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April 1985 to January 1987. One half of the pseudonymous "Jack McKinney" who wrote the prose ROBOTECH novels, Brian Daley is probably best known for his trio of delightful Han Solo novels, first published in 1979–1980, and for scripting the NPR radio adaptations of the STAR WARS movies. However, he also wrote a bunch of original sci-fi and fantasy novels, including this entertaining mid-'80s trilogy about the misadventures of Hobart Floyt and Alacrity Fitzhugh (a pseudonym, although his real name isn't revealed until the third book).

Centuries in the future, Hobart Floyt is a low-level functionary in the administrative bureaucracy of the oppressive Earth government. When he's unexpectedly named in the will of Caspahr Weir, the ruler of a minor but very wealthy interstellar empire (whom Floyt has never met), Earthservice decides Floyt must attend the reading of the will, expecting to confiscate whatever bequest he might receive. Since Floyt is a sheltered Terran who's never even contemplated going off-world, Earthservice coerces Alacrity, a young part-alien "breakabout" (starship crewman for hire), into becoming his guide. Thus begins a series of picaresque adventures through the diverse, colorful worlds beyond closed and xenophobic Earth. The first book focuses mostly on our heroes' journey to Weir's throne world, Epiphany, and the many ways they almost get killed prior to the Willreading. The second book deals with Floyt and Alacrity attempting to actually collect Floyt's inheritance — a starship to which Weir has left him title, but not actual possession — and figure out why Weir left it to him in the first place. The final volume shifts focus to Alacrity's quixotic quest to become the captain of the White Ship, a fabulously advanced starship intended to search for the secrets of an ancient alien race called the Precursors, which is also an object of fascination for Floyt and Alacrity's bitterest enemy: Dincrist, the father of the woman Alacrity falls in love with in the first book.

Anyone who enjoys Daley's Han Solo novels will probably also like these books, which are similar in tone and style: droll, action-packed romps starring two likable schmoes who spend a lot of their time running for their lives, with richly detailed settings full of exotic alien creatures and engaging if rather two-dimensional characters. These novels' literary merits are modest, but Daley's object was lighthearted pulp fiction, as evidenced by an amusingly self-reflexive subplot in the second and third books: Our heroes' friend Sintilla, a freelance journalist, starts publishing a series of extremely popular penny dreadful novels starring heavily fictionalized versions of Floyt and Alacrity (without their knowledge or approval) in wild adventures even more outrageous than their real ones. This soon makes the real Alacrity and Floyt inconveniently notorious — leavened slightly by the fact that the handsome male models depicted on Sintilla's book jackets look nothing like them!

(Ironically, this is also true of the covers of more recent editions of these books. Darrell K. Sweet's covers for the original Del Rey paperbacks, shown above, are reasonably close to how the characters are described in the text — although the gawks they're riding on the cover of the third book are all wrong — but the current versions aren't even within walking distance of the right ballpark.)

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Ships

Love is in the air (in hell).

Billford Bill Cipher & Stanford Pines, Gravity Falls

Farcille Falin Touden & Marcille Donato, Dungeon Meshi

Poolverine Wade Wilson & Logan Howlett, the Marvel universe

Ineffable Husbands -3 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Destiel -2 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Radioapple Lucifer Morningstar & Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

Buddie +3 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Phan Daniel Howell & Phil Lester, YouTubers

Polin Penelope Featherington & Colin Bridgerton, Bridgerton

Satosugu +16 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Percabeth +76 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Bucktommy Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard, 9-1-1

Hannigram -4 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Labru Laios Touden & Kabru, Dungeon Meshi

Zosan +18 Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Narilamb Narinder & the Lamb, Cult of the Lamb

Huskerdust Husk & Angel Dust, Hazbin Hotel

Steddie -16 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Sonadow +27 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ghostsoap -6 Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Jegulus -3 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Fiddauthor Fiddleford McGucket & Stanford Pines, Gravity Falls

Byler -19 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wolfstar -8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Soukoku -3 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Bakudeku -6 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Loustat +5 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Hualian +30 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Chaggie Charlie Morningstar & Vaggie, Hazbin Hotel

Lestappen +37 Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Hilson James Wilson & Gregory House, House

Narumitsu +13 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Spirk +15 Spock & James T. Kirk, Star Trek

Stolitz Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss

Lokius +43 Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki

Merthur -19 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Payneland Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland, Dead Boy Detectives

Chilshi Chilchuck Tims & Senshi, Dungeon Meshi

Rhaenicent +61 Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

Astarion x Tav +48 Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Armandaniel Armand & Daniel Molloy, Interview with the Vampire

Griddlehark -2 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Superbat +12 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Zelink -33 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Jonmartin +5 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Vashwood -36 Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun

Zukka +20 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Staticradio Alastor & Vox, Hazbin Hotel

Ratiorine Dr. Ratio & Aventurine, Honkai: Star Rail

Blackbonnet -36 Edward "Blackbeard" Teach & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Hanamusa -9 Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Wangxian -28 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pearlina Pearl Houzuki & Marina Ida, Splatoon

Firstprince -32 Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Red, White & Royal Blue

Shuake Kurusu Akira & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Drarry +6 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Landoscar Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 drivers

Bingqiu Luo Binghe & Shen Qingqiu, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shadowpeach +2 Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Zutara Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Itafushi Itadori Yuji & Fushiguro Megumi, Jujustu Kaisen

Loumand Louis de Pointe du Lac & Armand, Interview with the Vampire

Timkon +25 Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Klance +18 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Nuzi N & Uzi Doorman, Murder Drones

Durgetash The Dark Urge & Enver Gortash, Baldur's Gate 3

Cherik Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr, the Marvel universe

Kathony Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton

Staticmoth Vox & Valentino, Hazbin Hotel

Shin Soukoku Akutagawa Ryunnosuke & Nakajima Atsushi, Bungou Stray Dogs

Huntlow -65 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Haikaveh Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Chainshipping Lawrence Gordon & Adam Stanheight, Saw

ButtonBlossom Ragatha & Pomni, The Amazing Digital Circus

Agathario Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal, the Marvel universe

Broppy Branch & Poppy, the Trolls franchise

Lumity -65 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Radiorose Alastor & Rosie, Hazbin Hotel

Imodna -53 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Rosekiller Barty Crouch Jr. & Evan Rosier, the Harry Potter universe

Everlark Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games

Wenclair -78 Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Kataang Katara & Aang, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Caitvi -5 Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Adrienette -50 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Davekat +3 Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Adamsapple Adam & Lucifer Morningstar, Hazbin Hotel

Twiyor -58 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Shuggy Shanks & Buggy, One Piece

Scollace Scott Pilgrim & Wallace Wells, the Scott Pilgrim franchise

Madohomu Kaname Madoka & Homura Akemi, Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Kimharry Kim Kitsuragi & Harry Du Bois, Disco Elysium

Klapollo -2 Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Maxley Max Goof & Bradley Uppercrust III, An Extremely Goofy Movie

Megop Megatron & Optimus Prime, Transformers

Wilmon -34 Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Johnshi Johnny Cage & Kenshi Takahashi, Mortal Kombat

Korrasami -5 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year.

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OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU WROTE SWAY???? That was first fanfic about transformers and sunstreaker is such an asshole. Cassie/cassey deserves so much better. (Lowkey help making me realize i was wlw and only into fictional asshole mechs) Insipred majority of favorite tropes being identity porn esp holo avatars and fake/pretend relationships. Ugggh Revel thank you for that.

🤣 yep, that was me on FFN back in the day. I used to go by Panic and wrote a lot of Lambo twins stuff

Sure! I’m glad you feel like writing again!

L.G. Fuad Pt 17

Tarn x Reader

• Neck craning as you splay a hand on his chassis and he rumbles a warning at you like he thinks you’re about to head dive out of the crook of his arm. But he’d docked with another ship and this guy has bins of human stuff. And you don’t have to be able to understand growling, alien nonsense to get that this new alien is about to piss himself talking to yours. Heels drumming on his arm you point at a bin with a gasp. And the little guy is scrambling to grab the package, carefully pinching it between two big servos and you do almost fall snatching for it when he passes it to your guy. “It’s mine,” you demand, sprawling on your belly on his arm as he rumbles at you and hands over the blue and white package with a snarl. Ripping it open, you shove a cookie in your mouth. Because it’s something besides those nasty bars and it’s Oreos. You could cry.

• Trying to not laugh as you nearly choke yourself, trying to eat as many of those strange discs as possible, he turns his stare back on Swindle. The mech’s a cowardly opportunist, but he’s also tense and desperate. Making him think there’s probably something here the mech doesn’t want him to find. “I’m looking for language files. Information,” he growls and Swindle glances at you to make him suppress a rumble. Because the way he’s looking at you? Like you’re a commodity? It bothers him.

• ‘Got yourself a human?’ Swindle babbles, gesturing at the bins. ‘I’ve got everything you need to set up your new pet. Coverings, food, toys.’ And the mech is grabbing stuff, making a pile. ‘This is gratis of course. Anything for the DJD, you know me. Cooperative.’ Tempted to try and figure out what the little con artist is hiding, he reaches for one of objects in the pile and you start aggressively chirping. What is he even looking at? A string of little rubber balls? And Swindle chirps getting your attention as you frown. The little mech making a different noise. At the third, you chirp and lean dangerously out again, talking excitedly. ‘Right. I’ve got that one.’ Watching the mech drift to a console, you keep chirping, waving an arm.

• He’s ignoring you after talking to you. “I know you can hear me, asshole!” You yell as the little guy doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Tell the big guy I’m not a pet! And to stop watching porn!” And he frowns at you when he turns and passes something to your guy. Still refusing to acknowledge you as they growl nonsense at each other. “And I want more Oreos!” Or better yet. Food. Actual food that’s not nasty, gritty bars.

• Holding up the chip, he studies Swindle as you screech at him. Watches the mech nervously fidget his servos together. “My ship is docked to yours. The rest of the DJD on board waiting,” he growls and the little mech wilts, but doesn’t snatch the chip back. Not tampered with, then. Venting, he grips it in his denta and removes his helm one handed. Hears your startled noises as he syncs the chip and replaces his helm, shuddering with the patch. ‘You’re just being a dick now. You can understand me, shorty. Tell him I’m not a pet,’ you demand and he clears his vents loudly at your indignant outrage. “I understand you, little hooman,” he says and he has to catch you when you reel back and almost fall into a bin.

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DreamWalker Siblings

Jake x Sister! Reader; Omatikaya x Dreamwalker; Tsu’tey x Reader

Chapter V: Accepted!

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Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.

The doors hiss open.

Cold air brushes against my skin, sterile and sharp. It smells like metal and false promises.

Bootsteps. Heavy. Slow. Familiar.

"Well, I'll be damned," he says, his voice full of mockery. "Didn't expect you to show up alone. No blue entourage?"

I stay silent. Jaw clenched.

He steps into view, that confident smirk like a scar that never healed. "If I knew it'd take your sister dying slowly to bring you crawling back... hell, I'd have done it sooner."

My breath catches. I glare at him, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. "I'm here for her. Help me, and I'll agree to whatever you want."

His laugh rings in the air, cold and sharp. "Always the hero, huh?" He leans closer, eyes narrowing. "You'll agree as long as she gets what she needs. That's the deal, right?"

I don't flinch, but the guilt pulses louder than his voice, "I just need you to help her."

He studies me for a long beat. Then, with a half-shrug and a look, he motions toward the door. The deal already struck, "She'll get what she needs Jake," he says, voice low. "And you'll get what you need."

"No one needs to know Quaritch."

"No one will, Sully."

I nod once, the weight of the agreement sinking into my bones, like my old uniform.

The RDA corridors blur behind me as I move toward the Avatar compound. The cold subsides, but not from the air, from me. The shift between these two worlds is more than physical.

One side is military grade boots and loaded weapons. The other, white coats, blinking monitors and clinical hope.

I move past the techs without a word. They don't look at me, just keep tapping away at screens. My eyes fixed to a pod.

Y/n's pod.

She hasn't opened her eyes since it happened. Wires curl across her body like vines from a dying forest, clinging, invasive, unnatural. Her eyes twitch, like she wants to open them but is trapped.

"Signs of deep divergence. Her mind's anchoring where it shouldn't," a tech mutters nearby while monitoring her brain scans.

I swallow hard. My mind racing with only one thought.

She was right.

We don't belong here.

A hand lands on my shoulders, Grace.

"Hey," she says gently. "You ready to link back up, Marine?" Her eyes flicker to the pod. She knows where I've been staring.

I don't answer right away. I watch the monitors, watching her. the heart monitor blinks steady. Her eyelids twitch like she's caught in a storm and can't wake up.

"Check her vitals again," I say quietly. "Make sure she's holding on."

"Will do," Grace says quietly. I climb into the pod, the lid starting to lower.

Just before it seals, she says, "Jake.. check on here. Over there."

I close my eyes and sink back into the world we chose.

Learning to ride an ikran, we call 'em banshees, is the test every young hunter has to pass. But to do that, you gotta go where the banshees are.

The climb is brutal. My fingers burn with every grasp of the coarse, slick vines. The cliffs loom above me, endless. Below is just sky and certain death.

The wind howls past, dragging my braids behind me, slicing cold across my skin, whispering warnings in every gust.

I glance down. Jake grunts a few feet below, sweat beading on his brow, jaw clenched. "I'm gonna fall before we even get to the dangerous part." he mutters.

"Keep climbing." Tsu'tey calls down. His voice crisp, unbothered. His silhouette is certain, fluid. Moving like the mountain was carved for him.

Jake and I climb, not like Na'vi, like outsiders. Strong sure, but clumsy. We're used to metal gym floors, not vine draped cliffs and sheer wind tunnels. Our bodies are strong in this form, but the mountain demands more than muscle. It demands grace.

I grit my teeth and continue the climb anyway.

By the time I reach the top, my arms tremble, lungs burning. I haul myself over the ledge and collapse onto the stone, chest heaving.

The Hallelujah Mountains —Ayawa Ikran stretch out in all different directions before me, surreal and sacred. The waterfall spills into the open sky. Wind curls around us like a spirit.

Neytiri ululates as she lands beside us with her ikran, her face calm.

Then I see them, ikrans.

Massive. Primal. Wild.

Talons grip the stone. Wings twitch, ready to launch. Eyes gleaming with warning. They watch me, waiting.

"Which Sully will go first?" Tsu'tey asks, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

I glance at Jake, "I guess I can do it."

"You go alone," Neytiri says softly. "They must choose you."

I move through them slowly. Careful. Each step calculated.

One by one, the ikran's screech and take off, wings cracking the air. Until only one remains.

It outstretches it's wings in defence. I lock eyes with it.

It's body glows a deep teal, lightning-like orange streaks webbing across its back and it's wing like etched fire. Sky-blue tips shimmer like sharpened glass. Crimson flashes at it's joints like exposed muscle.

It's face is carved from steel blue bone. Coppery red beak. Gold eyes fixated on me.

I remembered what Tsu'tey had told me the night he told me the night before, "You will know it picked you... because it will try to kill you."

Then it lunges.

I dive away just in time. It's wing clips me— I slam against a stone, the wind knocked out of me, gasping. Pain shoots through my ribs.

I scramble up, heart pounding, vision spinning.

I swing the lasso.

I miss.

It shrieks, charges.

I roll away, ribs screaming. It slams into me, pinning me down. Talons tear across my arms, sharp, hot pain. Blood spills. The other ikrans scatter, screeching and launching skyward.

I thrash beneath it, trying to free my arms out of its talons. I draw my knees up and kick hard.

I hiss— my first real one.

The sound shocks me.

Tsu'tey's voice thunders from the edge, "Make the bond!"

The beast snarls back, louder, furious.

Tsu'tey throws the replacement lasso. It sails through the air and lands next to my pinned down open hands. Reaching for it I snatch it, loop fast, trying to hold on.

The lasso snaps loose.

It barrels into me, we roll.

Falling off the edge.

"Y/n!" Jake yells.

"Tsahaylu!" Neytiri's voice cuts through the chaos.

Air screams past my ears. Rocks blur. My stomach lurches. We're falling, too fast, too far

Still fighting I claw at it's queue my fingers fumbling, slick with blood. It twists. We spiral.

I grab the tendrils. We connect.

Her panic floods into me like a wave. Her heart pounding like a war drum. Her instincts. Her wings shudder, no control. She's fighting. Thrashing. The panic isn't just hers anymore. It's mine.

We're spiralling together, two creatures locked in one freefall

I try pour calm through the bond— "It's okay. I've got you." I whisper to to her. The wind roars. The ground races up.

Her wings snap open, hard. The air catches. We jolt upward, bodies lurching, but we don't crash.

We rise.

I can feel her, the weight of her wings, the push of the wind under us, the wild rhythm of her heart syncing with mine.

She's still afraid, but she trusts me.

She chose me.

And I chose her.

I did it.

-

The Na'vi say that every person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among The People, forever.

"You, are now children of the Omaticaya." Eytukan's voice holds a weight I can almost feel pressing down on me. A slight smile tugs at his lips.

Jake stands to my left, Neytiri beside him. I catch Jake's eyes and offer a small smile. He returns it, grinning like a fool, before mouthing "Oora" and for a moment, it feel like home.

The hands of the Omaticaya rest on my shoulders, strong, steady. Then Tsu'tey's hand settles on me from behind. The weight heavy, real. A quiet pulse of accomplishment stirs within me.

My eyes sweep across the crowd, elders welcome us, children wide eyed with curiosity, no judgement, only acceptance. The kind of acceptance that makes you want to breathe deeper, even when it feels impossible.

The forest darkens, but the celebrations burst into life. Firelight dances on faces and the sounds of children's laughter fills the space between the trees. The Omaticaya dance around the fire as the sounds of drums play.

I get pulled into the dance, the sounds of laughter and cheering from the other Na'vi as they watch me join them. The rhythm pounds beneath my skin, and I mimic the graceful moves of the women around me, knowing I stumble but letting the joy wash over me anyways.

A laugh bubbles up, light. My gaze flickers toward the treeline. Neytiri and Jake slip away, vanishing into the shadows, away from the fire, away from the attention.

I don't follow, don't ask questions, paying no mind to them. Instead I lose myself in the moment, free, moving breathing. It takes me back, back to the cramped shack we called a home, where Tommy and I danced, the air thick with hope and reckless joy.

I remember Tommy spinning Jakes wheelchair, Jake cursing him out and laughing, all of us tangled in a mess of life and love.

Tommy would've loved this night. I can see him practicing the steps, waiting for the right moment to shine.

Slowly I drift away from the fire, away from the celebration. Away from The People.

Through the glowing flora. To the stream.

Kneeling, I look down at my reflection.

The reflection wavers with the ripples of the stream.

Golden eyes. Blue skin. Stare back at me.

Alien.

I'm starting to forget who I am.

What colour is my skin, after not stepping outside for months in my human body— my real body?

Was my hair longer now? Or was it more matted, considering I've been laying in that pod for months now.

Did I smile like this?

Did my hearing used to be this sharp?

Did I see this clearly?

Didn't my hands feel softer than this?

Did I like the way I looked?

Did I used to breathe this easily... or did I just forget the weight of the mask?

Did I

Did I ever feel this strong before?

Did Jake even notice I stopped asking about her— me.

Did I disappear the moment I didn't wake up?

Did my brain choose to stay here?

Did I choose this deep down?

Did my head always feel this loud when it's quiet?

Did I always wake up not knowing if I was asleep?

Did the headaches start before I stayed too long... or after?

Did I hear a voice in my head that wasn't mine?

Did I used to feel... this far away?

Did I lose myself the moment the bond held longer than it should have?

Did my brain severe the connection?

Did it?

"I don't want to forget." I whisper.

The water reflects grief.

"I don't want to be only this."

Leaves rustle behind me—

Tsutey.

"You look like someone mourning your own celebration."

I say nothing.

He steps forward but doesn't sit, not yet.

"Why me?" The words choke out, directed like a dagger aimed at him.

"Why!" I slap the water, shattering my reflection as tears roll down my face.

Silence.

"I don't even remember my own face," I whisper to myself, shutting my eyes.

I feel Tsu'tey walk beside me before kneeling. "Eywa does not choose lightly. You are meant to be here."

"I didn't ask to be."

"But you are."

He looks at the stream. "Your past lives in you. Not your skin."

His voice is steady. Quiet. Genuine. Not the cocky warrior who called me a demon everyday straight just a month ago.

We sit in silence for a long while, the sounds of distant celebration behind us.

Then he stands and offers you his hand. I don't say anything as we walk back to the hometree together. The firelight illuminating the edge of my sorrows.

This time, as the drums rise again, Tsu'tey does not vanish into the shadows. He stands with me, close, not touching but present.

"You are good at the dance of The People." He says softly trying to cheer me up.

I arch a brow. "You saw me dancing the whole time?"

"I've always seen you." I smile at that happy that he admitted it not knowing the underlying tones of the words that he just uttered.

He smiles. It's small. Barely there, but it's real.

He turns before I can say anything more to him.

I don't chase him, just watch as he moves back to his hunting friends, his stoic expression slips back into place.

Turning back to the celebration the firelight reflects across my face, the warm night bringing every one together.

"I'm one of The People," I whisper.

okay hey im back, my birthdayyyyyy is SOOOONNNNN 24 JUNE🤘🤘🤘🤘😭 anyways it's kinda short, kinda dont care💋 luv ya

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Something Just Like This (With Sylus)

Figuring out how Sylus started into the whole thing was a bit hard until I thought about the twins and went: "yeah, this is perfect." So, here's his.

Word count: 1,388

Tags: voice acting, just general +18 content, Sylus being his usual daddy self, nothing too explicit, just mentions of fluff, smut and angst, Sylus becomes a scrip twriter and streamer (could you imagine that?)

Social media handles

Youtube

Doubletroublechronicles later rebranded into thechaoschronicles.

hedonisticwriter – streaming account for both twitch and youtube.

Twitter

hedonisticwriter – at the behest of the twins. They kept sending him screenshots of what the fans said until he relented and downloaded the app himself.

How it started

The twins roped him into it. They were doing an assassin series and they pretty much just shoved him into the booth and got him to do the lines for the boss. He was a natural. The twins loved it, he had fun even if he wasn't pleased with being shoved into the booth. They weren't planning on making the crime lord a part of the series, but the fans enjoyed his voice acting so much that they just asked him if he could continue playing the character and he said yes without much thought. Now it's their shared channel.

— The twins take care of the editing for him and he slowly learns to navigate the world of voice acting. Luke teaches him how the tagging system works while Kieran teaches him how to edit.

— They also teach him how to write scripts and once they do, it's like they hit a fucking mine with how he keeps churning them out. Him and Luke kind of drive each other crazy with ideas because they just keep bouncing from each other.

— Two years into the mess, he sets up a streaming channel. It's mostly him hanging out with fans, cooking, reading and listening to music, or playing video games. It's usually two to three hours of bonding time. There are times when he writes or edits audios while on stream and sometimes has them accompany him for some impromptu voice acting.

— At some point, he commissions a 2d avatar for his streams. It's a dragon with red eyes and white hair, the fans think it's an oc and that he looks nothing like it, little do they know that the appearance is completely based on him (minus the dragonic parts) and he subtly made a face reveal.

Channel

— The twins did a slight rebrand when Sylus officially joined them. They already had the darker color palette, they just changed everything a little bit to make more space for him.

— There's a playlist for each one of their solo videos along with the ones for series and specific tags.

— The editing style is quite simple, thanks to Luke's template. The thumbnails consist of a blurred background– sometimes the background has color, sometimes it's black and white– at the top left you see the name for who is voice acting, underneath that you'll see the picture of the male character and on the center, to the right, will be one of the lines from the script with the tags underneath.

— Sylus' videos come out on sundays, the twins take Tuesday and Thursday respectively.

— All of them do M4A, Luke has a clear preference for M4F while Kieran has one for M4M. Sylus doesn't really care, he just does the script and calls it a day. The pet names he uses are: beloved, darling, sweetie/sweetheart, baby, kitten and some others from different languages.

— He plays forest creatures and night time creatures like vampires and demons, mostly beasts that are kinder than they look. He got dared into doing a cat hybrid, and he did a caracal, so he's taken a habit of doing predator hybrids every once in a while.

— He gets mostly recognized by three of his series: Abyssm Sovereign (A dragon falling for the soul he was supposed to consume) Relentless Conqueror (a prison escapee who boards a space pirate ship and becomes the second hand to the captain) and the Onychinus series (The crime lord and his assassin's series the twins strung him into).

His sfw content

— Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, lovers to enemies to lovers. He does breaking up with your ex and going back quite well.

— He'll play a lot of leadership roles, mafia bosses, crime lords, villain characters and just powerful and wealthy people in general. Assassin, bodyguard and boxing trainer have also been characters that he's played. There's a lot of killing and morally grey-ship to his writing.

— There's been times where he's taken more of a follower approach. Scripts where the reader picks him up from the streets instead and helps him (some of his hybrid audios are like that) and others where he fights and earns his spot as your second hand and only shows loyalty to you.

— His softer content is very “sugar daddy” in a way, very spoiling-the-listener content, which is lover boy at its finest. There's lots of humming and bantering, him being a bit (read: a lot) of a caretaker. It's very rare that the roles are reversed and the listener takes care of him instead, but the fans always cheer when he does them.

— He's very freedom coded, based on the tags he consistently writes about and plays. Comfort, reassurance, encouragement, quiet moments where you're free to simply exist without having to do things or be something you're not, quietly supportive and just comfy and cozy in general.

— Very rarely does he do any angst and when he does, it's the most heart wrenching thing. It takes him a lot of time and takes to be able to get it right. It's usually soulmate related, doomed soulmates or people who go against the rules of having soulmates (or just the world in general).

— He's kidnapped the listener a couple of times in different settings, but he's been decent and harmless while doing so, so it kind of doesn't count as a “dark” thing. There's also mentions of the listener being bought/freed by him but beside that, he doesn't really like doing yanderes or toxic characters.

His nsfw content

Whoever does the spicy audio is the one to edit said spicy audio. It's a rule Kieran established since the beginning and one they wholeheartedly agreed to enforce, no questions or protests. He didn't start making them until he joined an event related to spicy audios, which happened after he had been voice acting for 9 months.

— After that, he occasionally indulges and makes an audio, it's not rare but it's not frequent either. He does them when he's in the mood to.

— When that happens, it's the most toe curling shit cause the fucker pulls all the stops; praise, constant reassurance, body worship, he talks you through it, asks for your feedback. He's an absolute tease with the way he phrases things and the most passionate lover.

— He feeds the daddy kink, goes on full on service dom, brat tames. On the moments he's not in control, he even acts as a brat himself, begs to be used, maybe even punished, it's crazy.

— And the aftercare? Beautiful, it makes it even more heartbreaking that he voice acts.

— Sometimes does ramblefaps, if he's feeling it enough to improvise his way through an audio, but that's even more rare for him to do.

Extra things

— Every single time someone asks for a face reveal, he makes a tweet with a picture of the closest thing to him, tags the person who asked for it and captions it "here, face reveal" like the fucking little shit he is. Cork screw, knife, a shoe, once he took a picture of his dresser, anything close to him could be used. He does it at least once a week.

— They are all silly silly boys. The twins once filmed Sylus while he hummed (blurred his face of course) and posted it on twitter for the fans to see and from then on it was war. Any time one of them goofed around, they would find video evidence of their crimes on twitter.

— There's compilations of all the times he's said an innuendo or said something that could be taken as a sex joke, both intentionally and unintentionally. Streams, voice acting moments, every single instance taken out of context.

— The fans tease him for his bad singing and encourage him as he gets better.

— The twins pop up from time to time and talk during his streams, but not always. Whenever they do, two chibi avatars with masks pop up on either side of him and it's the cutest fucking thing. Yes, he commissioned those too.

Series masterlist.

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The Verza: An Otherlink Overview

The following post contains information that is exclusively relevant to my alterhumanity. Please do not include this in any unrelated content or fan material without my consent.

When it comes to species lore, Creatures of Sonaria’s lack of depth is a bit of pain. At best, I have artist headcanons, small descriptions, and a synopsis of Sonaria’s existence to work with. Canonically, Sonaria exists as a sandbox in which Wardens spawn in various creations (Creatures) of theirs and observe how they adapt to the world and its extreme environments.

The biodiversity of the planet is incredible, but I’ve wondered why CoS skirts past the fact that every Creature has a homeworld they originate from. I understand that Sonaria is the focus of the game, as well as its main setting, but how come there’s no elaboration on that?

As someone who is both an otherlinker and an imagithrope, I figured I’d take matters into my own hands. I chose to be a Verza, and personally, I want to explore my species, their origins, and any lore they have outside of Sonaria.

If that means making my own, then so be it!

Zohutek: Creator of the Verza

Zohutek is the Sentinel of Love and Bringer of Blossoming. Better known as the Ardor Warden, not much is known about them seeing that they’re quite an elusive entity.

Even though they’re easily distinguishable, some species favor the avatars of their creators enough to negate those differences. Verza fall within that group. Known for their colorful yet imposing dispositions, Verza also share the solitary behavior of Zohutek’s avatar(s). That isn’t to say they can’t bond with other Sonarians, though. Once a Verza’s trust is earned, they’re quite personable and embrace all who come their way. These individuals extend their passion to friends in great zeal, cementing their position as one of Zohutek’s creations.

Oneiros: Home of the Verza

Like all species populating Sonaria, the Verza are alien to the planet itself. While there’s plenty of Verza who were born on Sonaria and became members of its food chain, there’s even more of their kind within this same universe. All of whom can be found on the planet Oneiros.

Oneiros is a misty lavender-and-white planet, totally dreamlike in appearance. This terrestrial planet is recognizable for hundreds of floating landmasses that cover its surface. This is due to a massive ecological event that permanently affected the gravity of Oneiros, causing many of its future species to evolve with the ability to glide or fly in order to traverse these landscapes.

Originally, grassland and desert biomes were considered “uninhabitable” due to devastating dry seasons and heat waves respectively. However, thousands of Verza would later populate these areas. Verza are capable of converting heat into energy through the sun-shaped halos hovering behind their backs. Heat isn’t necessarily a primary energy source since Verza are omnivores. Nonetheless, their ability to convert heat into thermal energy and consume it gives Verza an advantage over blistering climates.

Although Verza are among Oneiros’s dominant species (in both intelligence and evolutionary progress), they’re not the only species taken from this planet. Other Oneiran species include Athulyth, Aesmir, Altulis, Luxceses, and Yiepir. Furthermore, Oneiros has its own populace of quasi-humanoid species; though, they’re closer to air elementals and nature spirits (such as nymphs or fae) than humans. Those who’re incapable of flight have mastered the technology of air ships. While Verza live on the fringes of their civilizations, they are capable of trade, governance, and interspecies communication with their neighbors.

Sonarian Verza vs Oneiran Verza

When members of the same demographic are split between different cultures and upbringings, a diaspora forms. There’s a vast gap between Verza who’re raised on Oneiros and Verza who’re raised on Sonaria. The earliest of Sonarian Verza did attempt to find ways of returning to their homeland, but with a lack of materials and a dangerous environment at hand, many motioned to establishing their own means of survival on their new planet.

Herds were few and far between, as are the Verza themselves. At most, these circumstances result in Verza rarely being seen in groups larger than a pair and their offspring. In these cases, pairs find a stable environment and stick to it as their territory. These families rarely have the opportunity of becoming clans, let alone communal herds, knowing the instability of Sonaria and its biomes. As a result, they live less complex lives compared to their peers on Oneiros.

Sonarian Verza rely on their natural abilities to thrive. Some might say their wide pool of skills and ingenuity as a species are what keeps them from total extinction on Sonaria. From using Gold Breath to disorient enemies to using flight to scout out more territory, Sonarian Verza are staunch survivalists. That said, they still participate in creative pursuits as a show of character. Their affinity for creating art and inventions is one of the few qualities Sonarian Verza retain from their days on Oneiros.

In stark contrast, Oneiran Verza span many generations. Typically, Oneiran Verza are either nomadic as herds or intermingled with other sapient / sophont communities in the form of culturally diverse encampments. Sometimes, the latter can flourish into villages or townships rich with unique textiles, pottery, and other art that’s unique to the communities which make up their population. Within these spaces, Verza contributions range anywhere from powering smithing forges with Gold Breath to organizing hunting herds that help provide food for the encampment.

As for their nomadic peers, roaming herds can be found almost anywhere. Herds tend to migrate over many of Oneiros’s floating continents, unmistakable for anything else as they gallop over the clouds. These Verza are also famously knowing for a yearly occurrence known as The Emergence. The Emergence is a rite of passage exclusive to nomadic Verza in which young adults of these herds venture on a cross-continental journey of their own and must return to their herd towards the end. Verza are given the option to remain within the herd they were born into or live on in the herd they built with other young Verza. No matter their choice, a celebration known as The Blossoming takes place after the completion of an Emergence. This celebration spans three days, leading up to whichever path one chose. Overall, the event of The Emergence goes from the beginning of Spring up until the end of Summer.

Whether nomadic or intercultural, Verza herds are recognizable through the runic tattoos carved into the torso, rear, and undersides of their bodies. Nomadic herds specifically take part in painting their faces, torsos, and halos with pigments made from the earth.

The practice of runic carving (“tattoos”) is a rite passage that solidifies one’s place in the herd. This rite performed at a young age; given the strange anatomy of the Wardens’ creations, these carvings age and change with the Verza as they grow. These same markings are etched within the bodies of Sonarian Verza, but the original purpose of the practice is unbeknownst to later generations. In their circumstances, Sonarian Verza carve these markings into their young to easily identify them if they’re ever lost in Sonaria’s shifting landscape. Why the painting of the halos and upper bodies stopped among Sonarian Verza is a mystery.

[final-bae-stination]

Fight Me For His Health (Avatar: The Way Of Water)

This is the only picture I could find, for some reason, of both of them hurt. Please, though, imagine them as their real selves, not human like in the picture, okay?

The second photo is the room mentioned with Lo'ak.

Prompt: Let's pretend that on the SeaDragon, which is the tulkun hunting ship, Neteyam does get shot, but let's say he survives (because, as always, in my stories, he lives). Lo'ak, who was being...erm, tortured (A/N: Because your author wants as much angst as possible) freaks out and basically annihilates the soldiers for hurting his brother, his protector.

This gets bloody. And violent, like, really quickly, so please be warned.

I believe I wrote a scene/one shot where Neteyam lost control and like...tore someone's throat out. Now, we're going to see Lo'ak's way of doing it, which is almost the same but...well, just read. GORE WARNING!

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Third Person POV

Neteyam knew his siblings and Tsireya were in trouble. He felt it, the same way Neytiri had once known without being there that Kiri had broken her arm when she was ten from falling out of a tree and had run to get her. He knew it the same way he knew Lo'ak would run to warn Payakan about the charges. He knew it the same time that his siblings and Tsireya didn't return home, and he had to go get them.

He knew it, deep in his bones, and he was going to fix it.

Lo'ak's Perspective

The ship, called the SeaDragon, was a tulkun hunting ship commandeered by Miles Quaritch, Spider's real dad and Jake's enemy since the Pandoran War fifteen years ago. Tsireya and Tuk were tied with restraints slapped to the bars. Tuk growled, tugging uselessly at them, but it was no use.

Quaritch stopped his Recom solider as the girl with tattoos over her blue skin went to tie Lo'ak up. "Put him in the Room." He snarled, his gold eyes filled with hate. Lo'ak glared right back as he was marched away to a white room with only a table in it. Lo'ak turned, trying to suddenly attack, and was backhanded so hard he fell to the floor, groaning in pain, glaring. The Recom woman just snickered, shutting the door and disappearing.

Warning: Trigger For Torture!

He sat in there for ten minutes, wondering what was happening, what was going to happen, when the door opened again. Quaritch bent, coming in the doorway, and Lo'ak hissed, backing up. Quaritch didn't flinch.

He carefully walked to the table, as close as he dared to get. "Where's your father and mother?" Quaritch asked. "Kä ne kllte, teylupil! Kalweyeveng!" Lo'ak hissed, which was Na'vi for Go to the ground, teylu-face! Son of a bitch! He glared hotly as Quaritch's face twisted. "I don't think you want to test me, kid." He snarled, but Lo'ak wasn't budging. "Kalweyev--" He didn't get to finish before Quaritch hit him, so hard his ears rang, as his head snapped back, slamming against the glass behind him. Lo'ak cried out, knees crumpling, and heard Quaritch snarl, "Where are they?!" "Fuck off!" Lo'ak shouted, in English, and was rewarded with a sharp kick to the ribs, making him yelp. Quaritch yanked him up by the base of his queue, making Lo'ak scream, clawing at his hands, but Quaritch wasn't letting go. "I have no qualms about killin' a bunch of blue rats," Quaritch spits. "Don't make me." He dropped Lo'ak, and Lo'ak coughed, groaning softly.

Neteyam POV

Neteyam was on an ilu, talking to Aonung and Rotxo. "They must've been caught," Rotxo says, his blue eyes wide with fear. "What will they do?" "It doesn't matter!" Aonung snarled, ears flat. "That is my sister, we are going!" he shouted.

Neteyam shared a look with Rotxo. "I am going, for that's my family." Neteyam whispered. Rotxo's eyes hardened like blue gems, and he climbed on his ilu. "Stick together," he said, which was a phrase often used by the Sully kids. Neteyam blinked, surprised that he'd picked it up, but then all three turned, racing for sea.

Back To Lo'ak...

!! Torture warning, tried not to make it too descriptive !!

He was in the room still, but was by no means able to currently rise. That woman, the one with the tattoos, seemed to love hurting him under Quaritch's orders. "Just don't kill him" was all Quaritch had said before leaving, and she hadn't, just beat him to the point he was tired of moving, even to twitch his fingers. She smirked down at him now. "What's wrong, baby?" She giggled. "Too tired?"

His hiss was like a tiny puff of air, not threatening at all. She snorted, kicking him in the face. His head snapped back, but he didn't even have the energy to scream anymore. He could only lay there, bleeding and broken. His breath rattled in his chest, and he found himself thinking of home, of his mom and Dad, no matter how rocky their relationship was. He found himself thinking of baby Tuk, of Kiri in the jungle, asleep as the wood sprites drifted over her. Of Neteyam, telling him not to go down to the battlefield as they scouted, and he wondered where Tsireya was. Is she hurt? Are they hurting her? But he didn't---couldn't---think of that too long, because any thought of her in pain hurt him, too.

The woman's boot landed painfully on his ribs, and this time, he screamed, writhing, as something snapped. "I'm talking to you!" She shouted over his cries. He turned, trying to be fast, and sank his teeth into her ankle. She yelped, her fist landing on his face, three times before she could make him let go, and her hits were not soft. Fresh blood spilled from his nose and lips until he was forced to let her go. In retaliation, she became reckless and just started kicking the shit out of him, and he heard several sickening snaps before Quaritch was shouting at her to stop. "He's no use to me dead, Z!" He yelled. She was breathing hard, eyes flat and dark gold, her ankle gushing blood. "Out." Quaritch growled, and she stormed out, muttering under her breath. Quaritch merely glanced at Lo'ak's broken and bruised body before leaving. Lo'ak wasn't sure how much more he could take.

NETEYAM

Neteyam pushed his ilu as close as it could get to the hull, slipping his queue from the neural queue of his ilu. Aonung and Rotxo did the same. "Follow me, do not make a sound," Neteyam hissed, reaching for the side of the low ship. Aonung and Rotxo climbed after him, all three boys slipping behind huge crates as someone walked by. "Yeah," The voice, a woman, was saying. "Hey, that blue boy?" She laughed, and Neteyam, Aonung, and Rotxo shared a glance. Lo'ak? Rotxo mouthed, and Neteyam nodded.

"What about him?" A male voice asked, slightly deep and raspy. "Well, after I got done with him, he was more red than blue." Cold laughter. Neteyam's brain seemed to short-circuit. He was more red than blue...red is blood...

What has she done to my brother? He snarled in his head.

The two voices faded, two blue smears walking inside, and Neteyam saw them: the girls, Tuk and Tsireya, bawling against the railing, and he was shook. Tuk looked fine, physically, if not a little shaken up, but he was the eldest brother. He noticed a scratch on her face, a bruise on her cheek. If that wasn't enough, Tsireya's cheek was covered in blood from what looked like a knife slash, and she had bruises on her throat, arms, and face.

Aonung saw red.

"Don't!" Rotxo shouted, but it was too late.

With a shriek, Aonung threw himself at the nearest Recom, fingers spasming into claws and grabbing the guy around the throat before he could even squeak. Both toppled to the ground, and surprisingly, no one came running as Aonung slammed the guy's face into the deck, once, twice---crack! Snap!---three times before dropping him. "Nung!" Tsireya cried, tears falling down her cheeks as the three boys rushed over.

"Tuk-Tuk," Neteyam breathed, sawing with his blade at the restraints with his knife. He gulped, "Where's Lo'ak?"

She looked at him, her eyes full of tears, breaking Neteyam's heart. "T-they said the wh-white room..." She bawled. Neteyam glanced at Rotxo. "Can you get her to safety?" He asked sharply. Rotxo nodded. "Come," He told Tuk, who obediently climbed in his arms, and he slung her on his back as Aonung, helping Tsireya, called the ilu. As the creatures appeared, Aonung whispered, "Come back, okay?" He nodded once at Neteyam and helped his sister down, then joined her. Rotxo climbed over the railing carefully, Tuk glancing at Neteyam once more before she was gone.

Neteyam snuck through the ship, ducking behind crates and whatever was available when someone came around. He kept his ears and eyes open, moved as silently as possible, and wasn't caught, luckily. He made it around a bend and saw the white room, through two doorways, which made him curse. He'd have to either risk it and sneak in, or wait until the two Avatars currently in there left. But...he couldn't see Lo'ak. Where is that skxawng? He wondered.

Then, he saw him, and his world stopped, broke, and crashed. Lo'ak was being yanked up by he queue, which made Neteyam wince just watching it, and his face was bloody, bruises coloring his skin like a fucking ink splatter of blood and different shades of black, blue, and purple...and red, of course. His left arm looked broken, and his eyes were slipping shut. "Let's go," A heavily tattooed Na'vi Recom said, and the man dropped Lo'ak. Even out here, Neteyam could hear the thud his body made, and it made him cringe away. The Recoms exited the white room, stalking down the hall, laughing, like they didn't just beat the shit out of a kid with his (pissed, protective) brother watching. The moment they were gone, Neteyam bolted inside...

And nearly fell backwards, shocked, eyes wide. Blood covered the floor in thin streaks, clearly done by Lo'ak, presumably, dragging himself across the floor the way he was now, without even turning, like he was terrified Neteyam was one of the Recoms come to hurt him. "Lo!" He shouted, and Lo'ak went tense, then suddenly limp, and Neteyam heard him crying against the floor.

Neteyam rushed over, hands fluttering, unsure of where the fuck he could touch Lo'ak without hurting him. "They're...coming back," Lo'ak whispered, and glanced up. Neteyam recoiled at the bruises on his baby brother's face. "Just...just go. Quaritch won't let them kill me, not without Dad." "I'm not leaving you!" Neteyam screamed.

A door slammed. "There he is!" He turned, snarling.

Quaritch raised his hands. "Easy, kid. I won't kill you or your brother, alright?" He grinned, but Neteyam wasn't fazed. He stood, muscles tense, and as Quaritch took a step forward, hissed, to the point where Quaritch blinked, stepping back again. "Alright, alright," He said, raising his hands. "I get it, don't come close." He nodded. "I can do that. However, I need him." He smirked. "Your father's here. I made a deal, and he accepted: his sons for his life." No. Neteyam didn't want to believe it. But that was his dad, he'd do anything for his sons. Even die? What about Mom, or Tuk and Kiri and me and Lo'ak? He wondered. "Let us go, then." "Ah, it's...not exactly that easy. But!" He said as Neteyam's ears started flattening. "I can tell you, the moment he steps onboard, you're free." Neteyam paused. He wanted to rip this guy's fucking throat out, and it grew stronger when he glanced at Lo'ak, crumpled, bruised, bloody, and broken, in the corner, eyes foggy. "Don't, Teyam..." He whispered, the energy to speak leaving him. Neteyam glanced back at Quaritch. "Then let us go." Quaritch waved a hand. "I will. Don't fight," He said as four Recoms came in, two grabbing Lo'ak and two restraining Neteyam. He stayed still, knowing it would be worse, at least right now, to fight.

ON THE DECK

Neteyam saw them first: The Olo'eyktan, Tonowari, with his mate, Ronal. Then, his mother, her eyes hard and dark gold. His heart jumped into his throat, seeing Kiri beside her, her hand on her knife. Thankfully, Rotxo, Tuk, Aonung, and Tsireya were not there. "Mama," He heard Lo'ak wheeze, and it broke Neteyam's heart.

"Jake," Quaritch called. "Come on down," He laughed. Neteyam saw his father kiss his mother, saw him kiss Kiri's head, then come in on a skimwing. "NO!" He screamed suddenly, thrashing. "No, Dad, don't---Ah!" He yelped as something slammed into his face, knocking him to the ground. He was yanked up immediately by his queue, making him scream in pain until that was all he could hear. "Stop, stop it!" Jake was suddenly on the deck. Looking at Lo'ak, Neteyam realized, and he was horrified. "What have you done to my son?" Jake breathed, his eyes darkening. "What I had to." Quaritch snarled.

"Dad..." Lo'ak mumbled, his lips swelling from the bruises. The tattooed lady holding him snarled, "Shut up," her (actually pretty) blue face twisted in rage. Lo'ak ignored her. "Dad, I'm sorry--" He yelped, high and piercing, as the woman slammed her pistol into his already busted nose. That was the last straw for Neteyam.

He shrieked, a weird sort of scream that belonged to a demon, and twisted as the man holding him tried to regain a grip. He swung without really looking, hearing a sickening crunch as chaos exploded around the ship. Jake lunged, the other Na'vi came running (or gliding on ilu and whatnot), and the battle begun. He fought his way towards Lo'ak, who was crumpled on the ground, eyes shut. No, no, please, Eywa, don't take him, Neteyam thought, blindly punching someone else. He heard a sudden shriek and turned, seeing his dad with a knife in his shoulder.

Neteyam was tackled before he could open his mouth.

It was the tattooed lady, snarling as her hands wrapped around his throat. Jake was still in a struggle with three others, the other Na'vi distracted and Lo'ak out for the count, so he was on his own. He choked, tail slapping thickly against the metal deck, and scrabbled for his knife sheath, finally unclipping it and yanking out his blade, but she saw that, smacking his hand. Neteyam's knife slid over the deck, rattling against the metal, and was flung over the side of the ship, lost in the sea. His heart ached almost as much as his lungs. His grandmother, Mo'at, had given him the knife, saying she was proud of him. It was like she was gone, now, too.

The woman laughed, her canines flashing in the sun. "After I kill you, baby blue," She mocked. "I'm killing the other." Her gold eyes flicked to Lo'ak, still unmoving, and that. Was. It. He screamed, his hands flying to her face, and dug his nails into her flesh, her cheeks, the only thing he could think of to get her far enough away. She howled in pain, letting go to clasp her cheeks, and Neteyam, moving on survival instinct, lunged, his mouth open, and sank his canines into her throat.

Her blood spurted from her neck, where Neteyam's canines were lodged up to the gums, and he wasn't letting go. She screamed, gurgling, as he pushed her back, teeth still firm, and jerked back, tearing her throat open, blood gushing from her neck all over Neteyam's mouth and chin, down his chest, and dripping to the metal deck like water. She gasped, gurgling wetly, eyes wide, blood staining both her and Neteyam, before she seized and went still. He was breathing hard, blood covering most of his front and his hands, and turned, eyes wild. Kiri, Jake, Neytiri, and Ronal were staring at him, and he wasn't totally sure if they were horrified or not. "Holy, shit," Kiri said. A groan interrupted them, and Lo'ak blinked, coming to. "Lo--" Neteyam froze, about to run over, but...but he was covered in blood. He couldn't see his brother. He backed up, eyes on Lo'ak, who was shaking his head. Kiri, always so understanding, put a hand on his arm, moving past him to Lo'ak. Lo'ak was staring at Neteyam, and Neteyam...he felt, for the first time in his life, like a monster. Like the demon everyone thought his father was. "I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice loud like a gunshot in the silence. Lo'ak stood with Kiri's help and stumbled over. He kneeled, grasping a dead recom's shirt and ripping it in half before his fingers, five instead of four, touched Neteyam's cheek, soft as a feather, and wiped the blood away, all without a word. Finally, he spoke. "You're my brother, my tsmukan. Don't act like I'm scared of you," Lo'ak snapped, throwing the cloth, now stained red, to the side. "Oel ngati kameie, tsmukan."

"Oel ngati kameie," Neteyam whispered, tears filling his eyes. *******************************************************************

Glossary: Tsmukan = Brother. Oel ngati kameie = I See You.

[disenchanteds]

ok heres more

so another alliance is ren and martyn and idk when it atarted i just know they they are like Max Gay Yearning, their ship name is treebark and a whole handful of other ship names and oh the things i could tell you about how much gay yearning they have and the amount of times they mention one another on stream and when one of them pops up on the others stream they immediately turn into gay dramaticised theater kids on the gayest play possible they are horrible and i could write an entire gdocs about all of it but lets not since this is long already

next we have bdubs etho and tango. now bdubs and etho are already close on hermitcraft and so this teamup is more like a "boyfriends and. steve." teamup where they dont even regard tango most of the time and seem to not actually really like him? idk whats going on there

next we have the Feared Duo or gem and joel, both really well known for being extremely good at pvp and Will Kill You If Provoked. they may go on a murder spree or kill themselves or spontaneously combust at any second. we may never know. right now gem is putting up with joel annoying her and trying to keep joel in line and making friends with everyone but that will def change as time goes on.

NOW the spiciest team-up, GGG and Impulse. brief history here : GGG is gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss or cleo, scott and pearl in that order i believe. they were an amazing alliance in last life. cleo and scott turned on pearl in double life and manipulated everyone into hating her. pearl kept her distance during limited life and secret life. they sorta teamed up in real life (the one-off ep april fools, they used vr) but then there was this whole thing that caused cleo to kill pearl so welp. and then now. they are all allied again. bitter, petty, but somehow allied, with biting quips and bantering with one another that can go far considering they are a teamup of british, scottish and australian. so hm. and impulse is just there. between the four of them only impulse hasnt won (scott won last life, pearl won double life, cleo won real life) and for some reason impulse has been antagonising others and scott and cleo keep dismissing pearl's trauma from double life after they left her just because she won. like okay sure. this is a team on the constant verge of breakup but the four of them have always been pretty loyal to their alliances and so what is keeping them together is just Pure Spite and "i am loyal i guess.." oh and also pearl accidentally died from fall damage first because she shrunk and shifted too close to the edge and minecraft didnt register her as an entity and just pushed her off...so

and then there is bigb, who is off doing weird stuff and being alone and generally creepy and ok. heres the thing. so bigb is african american i believe and well. theres a new wood type in minecraft called pale wood that is basically white in color and. for some reason. bigb has. on his own volition. built a giant building shaped like his minecraft avatar face except instead of using like spruce or dark oak wood he used pale wood so hes basically like...white washing himself??? in minecraft??? in a death game??? i mean okay u do u i guess???

and yeah thats that and i havent even touched on ep 2 yet but ep 2 is also. well gempearl divorce arc if i say the least

[elkmoon21]

Karma

The last time I faced death….was the faces of the RDA soldiers. Ordered by Quaritch to execute me with no compassion. Or immunity. Just like Jake. Abandoned me like I was nothing to them. I am either a son or a creature who did not fit in two worlds….or is it? 

At the edge of Tau’nui’s island, he stares at the sea, admiring the crystalized water, like he was hypnotized, took a long deep breath without the exo-pack mask on his face, and inhales out as he smacks his lips. He begins to analyze what happened before. After my so-called death, I finally remembered my past. The fragmented memories I cherished were of life as Aesir god and an honorable member of the Metkayina clan. My parents. My siblings. My people. Ronal. Tonowari. Aonung. And Tsireya. 

Despite the memories he recalled, Spider carefully caressed his body as he examined skin color, heavy golden sun tattoos down his body, flicking his sharp pointed ears, touching his heavy-dread locks, and realizing the hair was still there. He has completely forgotten about the hair after he massacred the soldiers and destroyed the Hell’s gates three months ago. Frustrating to realize the past is still lingering in his mind. “This disgusting, matted, thick, oil-filled, and the beads of Omaticaya is still here…..” He gave a low-deep voice of his native tongue; The Old Norse-Asgardian. Spider took a long and hard thinking about what to do with the hair that his alter-ego, the human, who worshipped the man. The man who brought justice and freedom to the Na’vi clans fifteen years ago. 

Without hesitation, Spider started to engulf the flames on its palms as he felt no pain, raising both hands on the front of his golden blonde roots, like a hair shaver, cutting every bit of dread-lock, falling off his shoulders, at the end of his head, he felt lighter, and not a single of the dreadlock was on him. Since I killed those humans at Hell’s gates, I sneaked enter the High camp without being seen, there, I found my avatar, and what was I thinking? For the moment, I first laid my eyes on the avatar through the human’s memories, he was desperate to be part of this world and be part of the clan. In the end, I threw my avatar body into the sun. To cleanse everything I suffered….for nothing. Only fear, hate, and pity. He commands the sands to swallow every bit of his dreadlocks without growing into a tree or a plant. He starts to hear the hundred voices, hollering as they are ready for battle. 

“Don’t tell me…..” He gave an astonishing and terrifying to realize something was happening on the other side. Hastily, he begins to dive into the water without inhaling a single breath, and swims like a torpedo, 70 knots for young Aesir god, the bubbles in front of his blue-yellow iris don’t bother him, and kept going until he resurfaces near the Three brothers rock. Slowly, he scans the area, seeing the Metkayina clan on their Tsuraks, trapped to keep their distance from the Sea-dragon ship, a ship he has suffered to watch the Tulkan mother and calf, hunted like animals with cruelty and no respect for the ocean. Around the corner of his black sclera eye, he recognizes someone he hasn’t seen since he was imposed as an interpreter for the clan he currently living with. “Quaritch….” He opens his lips widely to bare his white-shining fangs. “It ends now…..” 

Spider silently submerges into the deep water of the three brothers’ rock. Swam like a rampaging shark to the meal. For seconds, he bends his shoulder to hit the port side of the Sea-dragon, causing a huge impact that shakes the crew and the hostages. Screaming as they are panicking. Then, there is another explosion of smoke out of the water. Quaritch runs to the rails near Tsireya, Tuktirey, and Lo’ak to examine the damage. He clicks on his choker communication. “Quaritch to the bridge, report the damage! Quickly! Over.” He held on to his choker. Awaiting for a response. “Bridge to Quaritch, the engineering department says they are taking heavy water and the hole is enormous! No blue freaks don’t have a bazooka! Over.” He can hear his panic and trembling voice through the coms. “How….” He muttering. Around the bend, he hears footsteps at the bow of the ship, knowing someone is aboard the ship, his troop and the ship deck soldiers aim their guns towards the smoke. 

“This is no place for humans to be here.” Spider softly spoke that hits every Phoenix Recoms and Lo’ak. To recognize its voice. No doubt in his faltering memories as a human, now, Na’vi hybrid Quaritch is speechless to hear his son’s voice after he allowed soldiers who were willing to execute the kid and destroy the village. “Spider”? He calls him back as he never looks away from its silhouette in the dense smoke. When the smoke dies down, Quaritch, the Recoms, humans on the ship, and Sully kids with Tsireya drop their jaws as they see Spider lifting himself to the heavens. They look at him as a new creature. The face of the boy is still Spider, but he has the description of Aesir god trademarks; Has pale frost-white skin, tribal tattoos, heights that are much taller than Na’vi, unlimited powers they heard in the stories, and worst of all; they see his black eyes is a sign of eating flesh. “No….Not Spider, Quaritch.” He growls to him and never breaks the glare he gave him. “I am called Skold, son of Ase, the Aesir.” He bends his knees down to let the seawater off his glistening muscular body. 

Quaritch snaps out as he hears a name he shudders. A name of one peculiar Aesir god. An immortal man who has been living on Pandora for over 106 years. Not to take over the moon. Only a haven he gave his people to live in peace without thinking of the terrible Ragnarok. “S-Son of Ase?!” He flutters out as all coms have heard a foreboding name. Not just the entire ship. Jake has heard it too. Skold kept his stance with a devilish smile on his face. “Yes, I am….Carcass.” He put his hands on his knees. “And you will pay for everything. Every single one of you.” He snarls deeply like a starving bear on the deck. 

[orangepanic]

Pick a crack ship and tell us about it.

Any crack ship? Any at all? Oh my gosh, this is so hard! There are so many good crack ships! So let me pick the weirdest thing I can think of in the spur of the moment.

Ozai/Miyuki

Now, hear me out. I know what you're thinking. Ozai, the main villain of ATLA, who seemingly loves nothing but power and his own ass. Miyuki, a fluffy white cat. BUT. In a world where Aang's energy bending not only took Ozai's fire but also his memories, imprisonment becomes too cruel a punishment for the Avatar. This poor man has no idea who he is, let alone what he's done to deserve his cell. So he's relocated to the Earth Kingdom; specifically, as the assistant to an herbalist located in a remote area where it's unlikely anyone would recognize Ozai for who he once was. Ozai, grateful to be out of jail and with no reason to think ill of an old woman, helps her tend to her plants and in so doing develops a friendship with the only other living being in the area: her cat.

Now, also consider the fan theory that all the single-animal animals in Avatar are actually spirits. We see this with Hei Bai, a panda bear who is just a panda bear until he's a spirit. Tui and La, koi fish that are only koi fish. Bosco, who isn't confirmed as a spirit but seems to have the sentience of something more than an animal. And Miyuki, who we know is wanted by the Fire Nation. How can a cat be a wanted criminal? If she's more than a cat.

So, Miyuki isn't really a cat, but a spirit who falls in love with this lost-looking objectively hot man with no memory who does nothing but pet her and spoil her and make her dinner. Eventually she decides to take on a more human shape and they live happily every after with the old herbalist.

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[kitsunefaux]

All Ships Week - Day 5

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ship: Gemshipping

Prompt: Mentor/mentee

Parts: 1

Enjoy!

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Ryou’s fingers twitched as he struggled to mould water to his will. It was just one little spout. Things moved all the time when he didn’t want them to. He’d accidentally exploded the tea more than once when his father had guests over.

Ryou cupped his palm and made a scooping motion. Liquid followed, quivering as he tried to hold it in place. It slipped from his grasp, rejoining the rest of the pond. 

Ryou cursed and kicked a stone. It skittered to a stop in front of a pair of ghostly bare feet.

“Wow, you’re really letting that water make you its bitch.”

Ryou flushed red as he realised he had company. He wiped suddenly sweaty hands on his rich green tunic as he stuttered, “Y-You… you came back.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “I don’t leave, Ryou. You’re the one who comes and goes.” He moved closer and grabbed Ryou’s arm, holding it up, his touch solid despite his semi-transparent form. “I told you last time. You’re doing it wrong.”

Blue eyes flicked up towards the circle of the moon. Did Bakura manifest every time it was full? “How do you know? You’re not a waterbender.”

“Well, obviously.” Bakura kept his grip on Ryou’s arm as he moved behind him, resting a hand on his other shoulder. “But I’m used to figuring shit out on my own. Water and fire aren’t really that different. Neither of them likes to sit still.” He tapped Ryou’s knee with his foot. “Loosen up and stop trying to hold on to it. Let it flow with you.”

Ryou’s face heated, growing more flushed with each prolonged moment of contact. He swallowed, forcing the distraction from his mind, then stared down at the pond, and lifted his hand. Nothing happened, not even a burble. “It didn’t work.”

“That’s because your wrist is about as limp as a dead fish,” Bakura said, wiggling Ryou’s arm in demonstration. “And don’t be so polite. The water works for you, not the other way around.”

“Polite?”

Bakura let out a breath as he stepped away, and Ryou didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed, both feelings twisting together in his gut. Bakura opened his palm, summoning a white spectral flame. It danced, growing and then fading away with each rise and fall of his chest. In and out. Ebb and flow. 

“Gather the seeds and then let them go,” Bakura said in a softer tone, golden eyes fixated on a single point. “Fire moves because that’s its nature. Try to hold it still…” The flame flickered once and went out. “And it dies.” 

An unknown feeling squeezed Ryou’s heart. How cruel it seemed that something so pretty could be so easily extinguished. “I…” He held out his hand. “Can you show me?”

Bakura studied him for what felt like forever. Then he took his hand. Ryou smiled as they melded into one, the ghost settling like a warm blanket beneath his skin. 

“Move with me.” Bakura shifted their stance, distributing weight evenly between their feet. “Follow me, and the water will follow you. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Ryou said, his voice quiet, almost reverent.

Bakura repeated the scooping motion Ryou made at the start, and water rose from the pond. When his hand reached its peak, he shoved down. Water burst forth, splitting into two waves. Ryou flicked his wrist at the last moment, and they crystallised. 

Ice sparkled with captured moonlight. “It worked.” A smile crept onto Ryou’s face, and then he laughed, a sound of relief and delight.

[To be continued]

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[paragonrobits]

thinking about an Avatar AU where Azula's 'do the tides command this ship' and the implicit way she only survives that whole thing through things working in her favor does NOT happen here and the ship sinks and she, along with the rest of the crew on that ship, just die, presumably as the Ocean Spirit wiggles around in the spirit oasis a little fish dance that roughly translates to "I TOLD THE SIDEBURNS FUCKBUCKET THIS FIRST HAND, AND NOW I'M GOING TO TELL THAT FIRE NATION PRINCESS THE SAME THING, YOU FUCKED AROUND AND NOW YOU'RE FINDING OUT"

but the actual point is this:

with Azula's death, just how badly do things completely get fucked up in terms of plot development?

the most obvious one is that Zuko and Iroh's character arc and season 2 plot in general is motivated SPECIFICALLY but Azula coming to capture them under the guise of bringing them home; by revealing to them, through the captain accidentally referring to them as prisoners, that Ozai has officially labeled them traitors and they are enemies of the Fire Nation, they are forced to hide in secret. This is a big part of pushing Zuko to the brink and seeing things more objectively, realizing the harm inflicted on the Earth Kingdom, while Iroh is forced to directly connect with the White Lotus and show his hand

this happens SPECIFICALLY because of Azula; they might otherwise have never done this, or taken a lot longer to feel pressured to do so, and her pursuit of Aang sets up Team Avatar's trajectory for the rest of the series as a consequence of her chase, as well as the fall of Ba Sing Se. Most of that is NOT likely to happen without her; Ty Lee and Mai are unlikely to get involved (though figuring out some way for them to wind up working with Zuko and Iroh IS rife for possible ideas).

So this begs the question; what happens as a direct result of all this, and what might some interesting long term twists be as a result?

This might involve Ozai acting more directly; Azula initially acts in his stead, being his favorite and best weapon, and without her on the playing field, that might motivate him enough to act more directly lest people think him ineffectual, essentially combining Azula's actions into his own.

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I loved these beautiful Avatar fanarts of the Quarang ship of the Miles Quaritch and Varang characters together and above all, because I really love the fact that in it first we see how Varang is finishing painting in which Miles appears that looks at her sideways but I also love how in the second we see how Miles now heads towards Varang with curiosity while I also love how in the third we see how now Varang noticed Miles approaching her at the same time that I also love how in the fourth fanart we see how Miles is lightly touching the white makeup of one of Varang's eyes while she makes a bad face because of that but I also love how in the fifth fanart we see how Miles moves slightly away from her while Varang watches him and I also love how in the sixth and last fanart we see how Miles is now painted as the Ash people Clan while Varang finishes with his makeup while Miles is standing behind her but above all because I love to imagine that Varang taught him to be a Na'vi to Miles and will teach him his customs but above all because I also love to imagine how both have scenes together during Avatar 3 but also that we see them having scenes with their son Spider in every possible way in addition to the fact that I really like to imagine that shortly after Quaritch left with his Ikran, when his son Spider left with the Sully Quaritch, he decided not to return to the GDR and then left until he arrived at the Ash Clan and then met Varang and after she accepted him into her clan, she will begin to train him herself and during his training, Quaritch learned to use the bow and arrow (like his son Spider) and, although apparently he stumbled, apparently he finally managed to dominate him. But at the same time that it happened, it happened that Quaritch would also begin to fall in love with Varang a lot, they decided that he would become a true Na'vi to be able to be by his side. I really want to see Quaritch and Varang become a canon in the movie Avatar 3, honestly

By the way, these beautiful Fanarts of them are not mine and the credits are not for me, but I will let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Instagram.