#he’s not an avatar of the hunt because he doesn’t hunt you down

[yourfaveisanavatar]

smile dog from creepypasta is an avatar of the spiral!

[keferon]

(Apocalyptic Ponyo Au)

I see your “Mer saves their humans from leviathan creature thing” and it’s good I enjoy, but now with the addition of poacher deadlock I raise you “mer being saved by human”

Deadlock in my mind has a modified tugboat. You ever watch timelapses of big cargo ships or ferries move around canals and ports and things? And sometimes they’re accompanied by little tiny boats? Those tiny boats are the tugboats. They are ridiculously strong for their size. (And also usually have firefighting capabilities, do with that information what you will)

Anyway where was I going with this. I’m just thinking of deadlock damn near single-handedly taking down one of those leviathan things using his boat. He’s a mer poacher too right? He’s used to big things recognising him as a threat and putting up a fight. His tugboat (built to push and pull around much larger ships) can take that strain

I don’t have a specific scene in my mind?? Nor do I have the skill to write it, but some (a lot) of my inspo is that scene from Avatar The Way of Water, where the humans hunt the tulkuun (big fucking armoured whale). It’s brutal, and downright cruel at times, and I wonder how ratchet and hotrod would react to seeing deadlock kill something in that manner with the amount of skill you only gain by immense practice.

Bonus bit of description of the boat that I couldn’t fit in anywhere is that the boat has these. Harpoon/ crossbow things. Idk how to describe them. Think the scorpion bolts from Game of Thrones except built to be used by only one person

This is all over the place and I apologise. Do you see the vision though

OH I SEE THE VISION I SEE IT YES 👁

Drift is a lot of things and one of them is being absolutely feral when it comes to battle. Doesn’t matter if he uses a regular gun or a harpoon gun. His aim is amazing and his strategy is “win or die but never surrender” (thinking about that idw moment when he got mind controlled and when he realised he couldn’t fight it his response was to. Uh. Let’s say put his sword through his own chest.)

So yeah! I can absolutely see him fighting a giant sea monster!

Imagine if Ratchet watches him taking down the beast and has this little moment of cold creepy shivers because HUH. That human is DANGEROUS despite being smaller and weaker physically. That human looks like a sad wet kitten half the time but he used to hunt creatures much bigger than him and was doing that regularly. Fighting monsters was a part of his job. Not an emergency only thing. A fucking routine.

[revlw]

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YAN! ITRAPPED X READER

Warning : obbsessive behavior , yandere themes , stalking , worshipping , self aware , ITrapped.

Note : Please do not romanticize real stalking or abusive behavior. This is for fictional and horror purposes only.

You hear about ITrapped before you ever see him.

Rumors. Whispers. A name spoken in hushed tones by survivors in the campfire light. Most describe him with confusion. “He’s not like the others,” someone mutters. “Doesn’t chase you like a normal killer… doesn’t even look like a monster.”

He doesn’t. Not at first glance.

When you finally see him, it’s under flickering lights in a run-down hallway. A basic noob avatar, low-poly and harmless looking—except for that Ice Crown on his head, glowing faintly, coldly. He stands motionless in the dark, head slightly tilted, as if studying you. Not attacking. Not even moving.

Then he vanishes.

You think it was a glitch.

It wasn’t.

His obsession begins not with violence, but with access.

You start noticing strange things in your rounds. Generators you just touched regress by themselves. Doors that should’ve been opened glitch out and lock. Items flicker in and out of existence. But these things only happen when you’re nearby.

At first, it’s frustrating. Then it’s unsettling.

You complain to others, but no one else sees it.

Except him.

ITrapped always appears briefly—standing in the background of your match, not lunging at you like other killers, not roaring or hunting. Just… watching. Frozen. Calculating.

Eventually, the sabotage stops targeting you. Instead, it starts protecting you. He disables traps you don’t see. Breaks paths for other survivors—but not you. You’re allowed to move freely, untouched.

You haven’t done anything to earn his favor. That’s what scares you.

You’re not playing the game. He is.

You begin to realize he’s more than just a presence in the matches. He’s altering the game itself.

Somehow, your matches always start with him now. The map selection glitches until it favors the ones he prefers. Load-in screens freeze when you try to quit. Your inventory resets to a “default” version, and the only item that stays is a strange crown-shaped charm he leaves in your loadout.

Players who get too close to you start having issues. One survivor who stayed by your side the whole round disconnects mid-match and can’t rejoin the server. Another finds their controls reversed. One player swears their Roblox account briefly locked when they tried to message you about him.

Still, he never harms you directly.

When you’re injured, he lets you limp away. He never tunnels you. He lets you finish generators—if you’re alone.

You realize, eventually, that he doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to isolate you.

The first time you speak to him is accidental—proximity voice, maybe, or a glitched chat prompt.

You don’t even know what to say, but you try: “Why are you following me?”

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then a quiet, unreadable line of text appears in chat:

“I used to fix broken things. Then I saw you. I don’t need anything else now.”

You feel a chill—not from fear, but because the message auto-deletes seconds later. Like the system itself didn’t want you to remember.

But you do.

From that point on, he no longer hides. He orbits you in every match. Other survivors grow suspicious. Some stop queuing with you. Others start blaming you when their matches glitch out. You’re alone more often now.

Which is exactly what he wants.

He never refers to you by your username. He calls you “buddy”—the way he once referred to Chance. The way someone might speak to a pet project, or a favorite possession.

You stop seeing him as just another killer. He’s no longer playing the game.

He’s rewriting it.

Your escape routes begin to vanish. The hatch doesn’t spawn when you’re the last one. Exits flicker with ERROR signs when you touch them. Sometimes, your screen goes black mid-match, and when it returns, you’re in a custom map no one else seems to recognize. He’s always there, standing still in the center.

“You’re the only file I didn’t want to delete.”

You can’t tell if he’s speaking in metaphors or literally viewing you as code.

Either way, you’ve stopped feeling like a player.

You’re Already His.

Eventually, he stops appearing to other players entirely.

Only you see him now.

You’re told he’s “disabled” or “removed” from the rotation, but he still shows up in your queue. You report it. Nothing happens.

One night, your screen boots up without you clicking anything.

The message appears in familiar black font:

“Game loaded: You + Me”

And when the round starts, you’re alone.

No teammates. No map.

Just him.

Just you.

Just silence.

And you could feel that he’s smilling.

@revlw 2025

[another-lost-mc]

Can you imagine the om! cast flirting with mc and thinking they're mc's only romantic interest when mc already has a booty call at RAD? There are no feelings involved, just intimacy, but still. I think the cast is too arrogant to ever think mc could be interested in anyone else.

(English is not my native language, so please excuse any possible mistakes)

a/n: that’s fair! I mean, mc has needs too, right? maybe trying to hook up with one of the avatars is daunting, but a hot lower-ranking demon lord who promises a good time every once in a while? that could be fun.

➤ when they find out you have a fwb | the demon brothers

0.9k words | nsfw | suggestive | gn!reader

c/w: jealousy and implied dark themes/sketchy behaviour squints at beel and belphie

read more: the dateables | when solomon is your fwb

Lucifer finds it hard to believe at first. Once he knows the demon’s name, he watches you two interact more closely. He picks up on the shared glances and flirtatious touches he somehow missed before. He’s been stewing in his own desires and feelings for you all this time because he wasn’t sure the best way to declare his intentions. He thought subtlety and patience would be best, but perhaps he can admit just this once that he was mistaken. Learning about your dalliances with someone else finally gives him the push to show you what a real demon lover can offer you. Once you have the Avatar of Pride to warm your bed, you'll be satisfied with no one else but him.

Mammon is one part incredulous, one part jealous, and just a teensy bit turned on. He can’t stop staring at the blurry photo Asmo managed to take of you sneaking out of a utility closet at RAD. His cock twitches when he takes in the image of your rumpled clothes and the way your forehead glistens from a light sheen of sweat. He wants to make you look like that, not some random nobody that doesn't deserve you. His mind races when he imagines his own fingers tugging your clothes aside for better access to your naked body. What did you sound like when you tried to muffle your moans so no one would hear you? Mammon would give anything to take that demon’s place. Y’know, both of you have a spare period after lunch—would you follow him into one of the dark corners of RAD for a little fun if he offered? Maybe it’s time for him to find out.

Levi is seething. Mostly he’s angry and jealous and he wants to tear the building to pieces. He’s also ashamed because the fantasy of you dragging him into an empty room at RAD for a midday fuck is hot as hell. He doesn’t think he deserves you, but he knows that the demon you’re fucking doesn’t either. What do they have that he doesn’t? He’s burning with curiosity about your little affair, but he’s incensed by the idea that he might not be good enough for you. Envy can make him a little desperate. He's tempted to beg you for even a morsel of your love and affection. If he's pathetic enough, maybe you'll even take pity on him and oblige.

Satan is furious because he should’ve realized something was going on. The signs are all there and he missed them somehow. It takes all his willpower not to hunt down your little demon friend for daring to touch you that way. Satan is well-versed in human world literature—maybe declaring his intentions with a romantic gesture would convince you to give him a chance instead? Or maybe sweet and romantic love isn’t what you crave. If fast and rough is more to your tastes, all you need to do is mention your friend’s name—you’ll be too fucked out of your mind to remember it by the time he’s finished with you.

Asmo’s reactions are all over the place: he’s giddy that you’re so daring (fucking at RAD of all places!); he’s devastated that you turned to someone else instead of coming to him; and he’s frustrated that he didn’t realize sooner this was even happening. He pays more attention after he catches you the first time, and it seems so obvious when the current of lust between you and your friend flickers with interest throughout the school day. He finds reasons to keep you two from sneaking off together and pretends he’s not jealous every time he interferes. Perhaps when you’re frustrated enough, he can finally entice you to join him for a little pampering session in his room. You seem so frustrated today! But don’t worry—he knows exactly what you need to loosen up.

Beel is one of the few demons that understands what hunger and starvation feels like. Sometimes you need to do whatever it takes to satisfy those cravings, even on a temporary basis. You’re important to him, and he cherishes your friendship. He’s hidden his true desires from you because he doesn’t want to risk losing control if he’s too hasty, too rough, or too demanding before you're ready to embrace being with someone like him. His love is all-consuming and you're a constant strain on his self-control. If you weren’t turning to someone else for affection, maybe he could be patient and satisfy his urges for you elsewhere. Now that he knows someone else has had a taste of you, he wants you even more. When he finally confesses his desire to be with you, he hopes for both your sakes that you feel the same.

Belphie lashes out with barbed insults and backhanded compliments to hide his own hurt and jealousy. You’re not that bad looking for a human, I guess it was only a matter of time before someone wanted to fuck you. Once he learns the truth about that demon you’ve been fooling around with, he’s suddenly glued to your hip like he can’t stand to be parted from you. He’s selfish with your time and clings to you in his bed during naps. He sneaks his way into your dreams because he wants to make sure you’re not dreaming of anyone else. He might even have a private chat with your little friend, but he doesn’t tell you since it’s nothing for you to worry about. It’s a shame that your fuck buddy suddenly decides to call things off between you after that. At least you still have Belphie to comfort you and wipe away your tears. He appreciates you, even if that random asshole doesn’t—the only demon you ever needed has been here for you all along.

[bouncybongfairy]

I really loved reading your Zuko Freezer Burn fic! I wanted to request one where Zuko doesn't believe reader could ever love him until she risks her life to save him. Smut in the end is appreciated

Believe Me Now?

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader

Summary: After narrowly missing getting a scar to match Zuko's after he nearly engulfed the ship, the two of you have a heart to heart. Both of you letting your feelings and insecurities known. The sudden flood of vulnerability and reassurance leads to things getting intense.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut.

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Zuko was currently in a private meeting with Iroh, trying to calculate the best route for the latest lead on the Avatar. You were sitting in the room the two of you shared on the ship. Cleaning the room, folding clothes among other things.​​ Even though you were a bit ignorant of all the little details of hunting the Avatar, you could see it slowly chipping away at Zuko. He was more ornery, the smallest things setting him off. It was evident that he was becoming impatient, longing for his old life. You resented this at times, why wasn’t the life you were building together enough to satisfy him? Of course it was only naturally from him to want that royal status back. That’s what made you the most insecure; the one thing he wanted more than anything was also the only thing you can’t give him. He bursted into the room, face red and sweat dripping down his forehead. 

“I’m so tired of being out maneuvered!” he groaned loudly, slamming the door shut. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said.

He sat on the bed, fists balled up and resting on his knees. You rubbed his back, trying your best to calm him down. This wasn’t working, if anything he was becoming more enraged. His mind was snowballing, unable to accept another defeat. Standing up again, making his way out of the room and to the fire room. Where coal was shoved into the furnaces, which powered the ship. Muttering and groaning about how slow we were traveling. Roughly throwing shovel fulls and then shooting fire to ignite them. There were barrels of blasting jelly, normally stored at a safe distance from the heat. Zuko however, shoving large amounts of coal while blasting practically white hot flames was becoming at risk. You were trying to warn him, yelling his name hoping to break him out of this fit. Even you were starting to feel the heat building in the room. 

“Zuko stop!” you scream, wanting to get closer but, the heat was burning your skin. You could barely see due to how bright the flames were. 

Not being able to stand his self destructive behavior, reaching through the hot sting and grabbing his shoulder. One of the barrels ends up catching fire, sending both of you stumbling back as it combusted. Flames began covering the room, slightly disoriented he grabs your arm and pulls you towards the exit. Soldiers were running in, trying their best to extinguish the blaze. The ship was badly damaged, to the extent of evacuating onto a sister ship nearby. Iroh was pissed at Zuko, especially after seeing the burns on your wrist and shoulder. His uncle was lecturing him the entire boat ride there. You were giving him the cold shoulder, fed up with his anger issues. A bottomless hole that no amount of reassurance and comfort could fill. You could tell he wasn’t listening to Iroh, more just sitting in deep thought. Hopefully regretting his action like the fool he is. 

“Are you okay?” he asks as the two of you settle into the new room. Sitting on the bed and thinking about his question for a second. Tears burning into your eyes, preventing you from answering. 

“Are you?” you asked. 

“Just because I lost my temper doesn’t mean-” he tries to explain. 

“No Zuko. I’m tired. You aren’t happy, I’m not making you happy. It seems like this mission is consuming you. I can’t take the way it makes me feel anymore. I want to be enough for- I want to be what you need but maybe I'm just not,” you said through your tears. 

“I don’t think that, I just want to give you the life you deserve. I want you to be my Fire Lady, to have a crown and be honored as the royalty you are. I feel like my banishment obliterated our entire future together, and it’s my fault,” he said, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“I can’t even believe you’d say that, I love you so much. Why do you think I followed you even after banishment? I chose you over everything because I love you, not being royalty or being honored by a kingdom that worships a man who did this to his own blood,” you said, running your finger tips over his scar. 

“But you deserve better,” he said. 

“No, I know you think that but you’re dumb for that,” you said, which seemed to lighten the mood a bit. He wrapped his arm around you and inspected your arm. 

“It’s really not bad, it doesn’t even hurt that bad,” you reassured him. 

He just smiled and started kissing up your arm. Making you giggle, his lips tickling your skin. The energy changes when he moves his mouth to your neck. Climbing on top of you, letting yourself fall back; giving him room to join you on the bed. It wasn’t like you hadn't been together before but this time was different. It felt really natural and organic, like you were both reaffirming how much you care about each other. Pulling at his armor, hoping he would take the hint and rip it off. He does, slowly shedding his outer layers. While he did so, you took his pony-tail out, letting the hair fall onto his face. The kissing becomes deeper, more needy and desperate.

Feeling him get hard while he was grinding against you was making you become inpatient. Your core begins to ache from the lack of contact. Taking his pants off and lifting your dress up. Reaching his hand down to feel how wet you were, dropping his forehead on your shoulder and groaning. His dick twitched against your thigh as he realized how turned on you were. You reach down and line him up with your entrance. Slowly pushing in, moving all his attention to you. Making eye contact, wanting to see your face as he stretched you around his cock. Kissing your nose and cheeks once he was fully inside. They two of you stayed still for a while, rocking your hips every now and again. 

There was something so much more intimate about just embracing each other. Enjoying the feelings of being full, watching his eyebrows furrow. Hearing him moan every time you squeeze your walls around him. Whispering affirmations into your ear, talking about how much he loved you. He began thrusting into you, wrapping one of arms around the back of your neck. Pulling you closer to him, becoming more sensitive as he started pounding harder.

'The slaps of wet skin and moans fill the room. Pressing your lips into his shoulder, biting and sucking hickies onto him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands down his back. Feeling all his muscles harden and contract. He was practically panting into your ear, the sensitivity almost felt like a burning as you came. Raking your nails down his back, sending him into his climax. Rutting and bucking into you at an erratic pace. Collapsing onto after it was done, holding you tightly. Not even bothering to pull out before the two of you fell asleep.'The slaps of wet skin and moans fill the room. Pressing your lips into his shoulder, biting and sucking hickies onto him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands down his back. Feeling all his muscles harden and contract. He was practically panting into your ear, the sensitivity almost felt like a burning as you came. Raking your nails down his back, sending him into his climax. Rutting and bucking into you at an erratic pace. Collapsing onto after it was done, holding you tightly. Not even bothering to pull out before the two of you fell asleep.

[ephie-om]

I love this stupid wizard

Day 9: Solomon

You know one of Solomon’s favorite things is when an opportunity presents itself to show off to you. A flourish of his hands, colorful sparks of magical energy, and your problem has been solved. He never passes up a chance to call you his adorable apprentice when you go to him for help, either. You find yourself relying on him maybe a bit more than you should, but he certainly doesn’t mind. You aren’t exactly helpless when he’s not around, no matter what some of your demons might think. You remind them on occasion that you do have a pact with the Avatar of Sloth, so there’s very little reason for you to go looking for solutions that require more effort.

You stretch out on the couch of Purgatory Hall’s common room. Solomon had instructed you to wait here for him as he went to fetch you “a surprise” from his lab, but that was about half an hour ago by this point. Resigned to the fact that he may have forgotten about you, you decide to make yourself a snack.

The angels keep the kitchen well-stocked with all manner of treats. You peruse your options slowly, deciding if you want something savory or sweet. You open one of the cabinet doors, failing to realize it was barely hanging on. The top hinge gives way with a screech, screws tearing from the wood. You jump back, startled. On inspection, the hinge looks to have been blasted with something magical, probably a result of another of Solomon’s experiments.

The snack long forgotten, you start to search for tools to fix the door. You remember seeing a screwdriver shoved in a drawer somewhere in the kitchen, so you root around until you find the junk drawer. No screwdriver to be found, but your search does yield an extra hinge still in the dusty plastic bag. The screw holes in the cabinet seem to be fine, but the screws are definitely stripped, so you continue your hunt.

You finally scrounge up a screwdriver and a couple of appropriately sized screws from a box mysteriously stashed under the couch, but you decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Tools secured, you head back to the kitchen to take a look at the door.

Unfortunately the only stepstool in the house seems to be the one that Luke uses to reach the lower cabinets, and you want to preserve a little bit of dignity, so you climb onto the kitchen counter instead. Screws in your mouth, you start aligning the holes in the hinge with the ones on the cabinet, when a voice echoes from behind you.

“What are you doing?”

You turn your head as much as you can without falling off to see Solomon standing behind you, utterly shocked. “One second,” you mumble through the screws, and fit them loosely into place. “This hinge fell off, so I fixed it.”

Solomon’s eyebrows furrow. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“...because you’ve been gone for ages and this takes me ten minutes?”

He pouts for a moment, but it vanishes just as quickly when his natural curiosity takes over. “Where did you even find all that?”

“Oh, you know,” you motion vaguely with your free hand, “around.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you wonder if he’s wandered off again. You finish tightening the screws as best you can by hand and hop down from the counter, satisfied with your work. You turn to see Solomon still standing there with utter adoration in his eyes. “You’re incredible,” he breathes.

“Solomon, I replaced a hinge and tightened two screws.”

“Yeah,” he sighs dreamily. “You didn’t even use a spell to hold them in place for you. You just did it yourself.”

You facepalm internally. “You know that’s how we have to do it in the human world, right?”

“But you’re in the Devildom, with the most powerful sorcerer in all the three realms down the hall. And you just decide to do it by hand anyways.”

“Solomon, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“It is a big deal. Do you know how many people would take advantage of your situation? I’ve had people come to me asking for help with a hole in their sock. I even have Asmo, one of the most powerful demons alive, ask me to vanish a pimple because he didn’t want to walk over to the bathroom to get a serum. You’re so determined to hold onto your humanity that you’ll still do things like this as my apprentice.”

You can’t help but laugh softly at him. “Solomon, I don’t need to hold onto my humanity. I do human things because I’m a human. And… sometimes humans have enough pride to not go running to a sorcerer for everything.” He cocks his head at you, confused.

“I know you love fixing things for me. You do it all the time. Remember the time I tripped outside of RAD and you came running to heal the wound?” He smiles at the memory. “It’s not like I don’t appreciate the help, but sometimes I have to do things for myself. Ever since I got here, I’ve learned there’s a magic spell for every little thing I’ve thought about, and some that I haven’t. It’s embarrassing, but I need things like this to prove that I can still do something without magic. I’ve been worried I forgot how to live without it.”

His eyes soften, taking in the blush on your face from admitting something like this. “I understand. I can’t say I ever felt like that, but that’s because magic was an escape for me. I didn’t realize it could make you feel like that.” He stands for a moment worrying his bottom lip in thought and you watch him pensively. Suddenly, his face lights up.

“I know! One of the demons I have a pact with is having trouble with their water heater, and it’s something that’ll take me hours with magic. Do you think you could fix it?”

You laugh at him, all sparkling eyes. “I can try. I don’t know if I’ll have the right tools though.”

He slips his arm around your waist as you walk towards the door. “That’s nothing I can’t fix for my adorable apprentice.”

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Hiii I was reading your So’lek relationship headcanons and got caught up when you mentioned that he doesn’t trust Eetu to keep his hands to himself…and in the game I know we all heard him get jealous on the comms after we tell him we’re going to learn hunting from eetu…

Do you have any headcanons on jealous so’lek and flirty eetu?

YESS I DO HOLY SHIT I ALREADY WROTE IT UP AND EVERYTHING BEFORE YOU ASKED THAT IS FREAKY

Pairing: So'lek/Na'vi!Reader, Eetu/Na'vi!Reader (not gender specific and can be Sarentu)

Warnings: jealousy, possible spoilers for AFoP, mention of canonical character death

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @neteyamsyawntu @taronyuhunter

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When you first tell So'lek that you'll be learning how to hunt from Eetu of the Aranahe clan, he was immediately stating how he should be with you.

The very mention of Eetu's name makes So'lek growl irritably.

From his run-ins with the Aranahe, So'lek knows Eetu as a young, overconfident warrior who appears very loose and unbothered by anything.

Whereas So'lek is older, toughened by war and great loss (that Eetu will only feel after losing Zomey).

So'lek isn't an idiot. He sees the vast difference between himself and Eetu and knows that Eetu's personality can be found charming under particular circumstances.

So if you end up charmed by the Aranahe, So'lek was just going to have more reasons to despise the young hunter.

One of his main concerns is Eetu inability to take things seriously. What if something happens? What if you get hurt? Would Eetu know what to do, or would he even take it seriously?

If you return to HQ and talk to him about Eetu, you better expect So'lek to be a lot grumpier than usual.

He'll want to see all that Eetu taught you, and if your skills have actually improved, he'll begrudgingly admit it. If not, he's going to blame Eetu and immediately takes over teaching you.

So'lek might take it easier on Eetu after Zomey's death. He wouldn't wish that sort of pain on anyone, not even Eetu. I'd imagine So'lek saw a younger version of himself in Eetu, seeing that grief and pain so fresh and evident in the young taronyu's eyes. The two of them will have a more courteous conversation for the first time ever after that.

Despite knowing that Eetu is easier to get along with, So'lek is far more mature.

Eetu is flirty and fun, so he would be a breath of air, but he doesn't strike me as the type who would take a relationship seriously yet. He might slow down and treat you right if he was serious about courting you, but he's got a bit of growing up to do before then.

So'lek, on the other hand, WILL treat you right and WILL take everything about your relationship seriously because he cares so much, even though it's hard for him to show it. He knows he's not the most charming and charismatic man, so he considers himself grateful if you chose him regardless. He would never take advantage of it. He'll make sure you never regret your decision, but why would you?

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[physalian]

I think the thing about Zuko’s arc (and I know I’m not the first to say this it’s just on my mind) is that, from the moment you meet him, this angsty teenager is conflicted. He is unwavering in his pursuit of the Avatar, his reason why, praise and recognition, is steadfast, but the source of that praise and recognition comes from an unstable place.

A lot of failed redemption arcs that I see attempt to redeem a character who does not show remorse and even rejects the notions that they’ve done anything to be remorseful over. They know exactly what they’re doing, they know that it’s wrong, but have justified it to themselves as morally superior, that the ends justify the means and are vindictive about it.

Take Enji Todorki. Hate this man’s “redemption”. Hate it.

I’ve heard that we’re supposed to take Shoto’s flashbacks in season 2 as an unreliable narrator… when that is not at all made clear within the story and Enji is set up just like every other irredeemable asshole in fiction.

Enji, in those flashbacks and in present day within the tournament arc season, acts cruelly without remorse. He is not shown with a single second of hesitation or questioning of his actions, that maybe he’s done something wrong, but is pushing through it regardless. Even his pride when Shoto “behaves” all reflects back on him and how he raised Shoto, not his kid as an independent person.

Zuko is different.

He’s not hunting the Avatar because he inherently believes the Avatar to be evil, and he’s only cruel when he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do. From day one, this boy shows integrity—he keeps his word to leave the Water Tribe alone when he doesn’t have to—uncertainty in his conversations with Iroh in how he’s desperate to believe he’s right, but not that he actually believes what he’s doing is right.

He's a bit incompetent, too, and that’s part of his appeal. He’s not the best firebender, or negotiator, or tactician. Sokka makes a fool of him when he enters the water tribe and he doesn’t lash out burning people because his pride’s been stung.

So you want to root for him, because he’s not a prideful asshole, he’s a misguided teenager you’re hoping will see the light of day, and Zuko’s cruelties never go unpunished by the narrative.

Enji is handed a ticket to redemption because the narrative says so.

Zuko fights tooth and nail for his redemption, even when the narrative keeps kicking him while he’s down.

I’ll immediately be intrigued by a character who’s done some awful shit, and it’s eating them relentlessly from the inside. Even if they deny it, the narrative shows that they’re not devoutly certain of themselves.

I’ll even take a character who is devoutly sure of themselves, but figures it out on their own how wrong they were, and works with the understanding that they’re not entitled to forgiveness, instead of getting pissy when their one cheap bit of charity doesn’t absolve them of their crimes (or when the forgivers actually buy this BS).

If they’re not even the slightest bit guilty until they suffer consequences for their actions, their “redemption” reads like “X doesn’t feel bad because they know they’re wrong, X feels bad because they didn’t get away with it.”

[driedlillies]

What do we think about Gerry instead of going for the beholding aligning himself with the spiral to hide/get away from Mary?? Traditionally it would probably be easier with the lonely, because of the invisibility, but the thing is, if he’s running away from Mary, abandoning her, he loses the closest thing he has to an anchor, and he doesn’t trust himself to pull himself out in time, so spiral it is.

The tattoos are spirals of course, he draws them on with sharpie the first time and they just don’t go away after that😭 also they change placements all the time.

He runs away successfully before she kills herself with the catalogue and still hunts leitners. Spiral likes him more than beholding does in canon but he still doesn’t give himself to it fully, it’s very much balancing on a fine line

He never gets accused of murdering Mary, so he doesn’t have any reason to start working with Gertrude, he’s very much a solo act. He focuses on burning the books and helping people, as much as he can. It’s harder without the eye, but he’s been doing this for a long time. I’m sure Mary is aware he’s somewhere out there — he’s certainly a popular gossip topic amongst avatars, but she can never get a trail on him, and neither can anyone she sends

He’s not a fully realized avatar, but his powers aren’t half bad — he’s confusing to look at, it’s basically impossible to pin down his eye color, and his flat is full of abstract paintings that make you dizzy when you look at them.

Eventually someone catches wind of his skills, so he sometimes gets commissions from avatars. It pays for the food, at least.

He meets michael in a library — for once, he’s not hunting anything down, and he likes to read fiction; if for nothing else but the reminder that books aren’t inherently evil. A door appears in the fantasy isle, between the bookcases, and out steps the distortion. They’ve never been introduced, but Gerry would have to be stupid or ignorant not to know about them. Nobody can ever agree is the Distortion is an avatar or something else, but the fact remains it’s one for the entities you don’t want to get on the bad side of.

They play for the same field, but Gerry has been known to play by his own rules, so he immediately gets ready to run — would that do anything to a being that can open doors anywhere they want? — but Michael doesn’t attack or even seem displeased with him.

“Hello, bookburner,” they say, smiling. “Would you like to come in?” they gesture towards the yellow door that wasn’t there when Gerry came in.

Gerry would have to be a fool to agree. Sure, the infamous hallways would most likely be harmless to him, perhaps even make him a bit stronger, but it doesn’t mean he would be able to come out on his own.

“At least take me to dinner first.”

“Would coffee be satisfactory?”

So, they go for coffee.

(Months later, Gerry would ask if that was meant to be a date, and Michael would just laugh.)

[mochatsin]

WHEN THE BROTHERS MEET MC’S EX

It’s a fact that you’ve had a previous relationship before you went to Devildom, but due to the nature of the circumstances it didn’t end so well. You never told any of the brothers what really happened until now, so how will they react with this newfound information? Especially when they end up bumping into your ex?

The ex became crazier than I ORIGINALLY intended when I wrote for some of the brothers to make the scenarios unique from each other… that also means some of the break ups and behaviors of the ex are different for each brother… forgive me “T-T !!!

Has some implied abuse but not outright said. Also some mentions of cheating (but not for the brothers dear god). Pls skip if it's not your cup of tea!! As always, thank you for reading.

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Lucifer

He knows about the fact you had a previous lover before, but it was not in his nature to pry. Hearing Asmo wonder out loud “aren’t you a little curious what happened in their previous relationship though?” Lucifer doesn’t want to admit that he does want to know. But it’s your story to tell after all.

Lucifer is confident in his looks and how he presents himself. He’s well-mannered, he’s intelligent, and he’s the Avatar of Pride so what could you have seen in anyone other than– okay, maybe Lucifer may be too curious for his own good. But his Pride would not allow him to be vocal about it. 

There was a time that you came home from RAD seemingly upset and shaken up. He helps you relax enough until you are calm enough to at least tell him what was wrong. You tell him that your ex has been bothering you lately, trying to get your attention for god knows what reason. 

This opens up the conversation Lucifer was waiting for, but it’s not exactly what he was expecting. You told him how you had to break the relationship because your ex became too manipulative and nitpicked every single thing that you did. It became too toxic.

Hearing this made Lucifer think back to all his actions towards his brothers and to you, where he demands everything to the last detail. He never wanted you to feel suffocated around him, he didn’t want to seem too controlling.

The last thing Lucifer wants for himself to remind you of your ex. He wants to practice healthy communications with you, where you can give him a sign if he’s getting too much or something is starting to trigger you. Your comfort is more important right now, and he’d hate to be the cause of your tears. 

He’s tempted to go through your profile case to find the name of your ex and hunt him down personally. Maybe chain him up in the dungeons for days to be Lucifer’s new stress relief outlet until they beg for mercy. But he won’t because it’s your personal life and he doesn’t want to interfere.

When you two bump into your ex while you were out together, his eyes narrowed at the sight of this pathetic human that made his precious MC’s life awful. ‘I want to show them what living hell really feels like… I want to break them in all aspects possible…’ Is a thought running rampant in his mind. 

He brings you close to him, an arm holding your waist as he turns to your ex “No matter the reason, it will not excuse interrupting our leisure time. Your previous transgressions already warrant a punishment. Now run home, while you still can.” He says, a voice so commanding yet foreboding. The dark aura looming around the skies is already a death threat in itself. Your ex is leaving without another word.

The skies cleared and Lucifer turned to you with a soft look, before pressing a kiss on your forehead. He checks if you felt shaken up from the experience and if you were, he’ll hold you close as you both go home while he whispers soothing words by your ear.

He’ll treat you like royalty, basically in second place after Asmo when it comes to pampering you. Lucifer wants to do everything to make you forget that scary experience and if you let him, he’ll personally handle all affairs regarding your ex.

“MC… please believe me when I say that you’re precious. You should never have to go through something like that again, I’ll make sure you’re always safe and happy everyday” He says, placing a kiss on your hand and cheek before pulling you in for an embrace.

After that incident, he makes sure your ex has no way of contacting you ever again for whatever reason. If only he could, he would’ve locked the bastard in the castle dungeons and performed any punishment he saw fit. He’ll eliminate anything and anyone that causes you pain or distress. 

Your ex better watch their back soon. Because it’s always as if the shadows are moving despite nothing being there. There’s always an extra pair of footsteps that can be heard even though they’re alone when walking home. Red eyes glaring at them from the distance before disappearing in a blink. The paranoia that something is watching them would drive them crazy, but the real miracle is if they’d ever make it home without a scratch. 

Mammon

Mammon didn’t take it well when he learned that there was someone else before him that won your heart. He’s supposed to be your first in everything after all! So he may have been a little bit pouty but it didn’t take much to cheer him up again. Just a little bit of affection got him back on his feet. 

He was curious to know who this someone must’ve been to win your affections before the Great Mammon himself, because it was only fair to assume there must’ve been something special about this person right? 

He was quite insistent on it but he respects it when you want to keep it to yourself. Mammon was quite tempted to go through Lucifer’s office to perhaps look at your file, but he doesn’t want to upset you if you found out his attempts to learn more about your personal life behind your back. 

One day he finds you looking pretty upset and as much as you try to hide it, Mammon knows you the best out of all the brothers so he’s not letting you off the hook until you tell him what’s wrong. He needs to know so he can think of how to cheer you up.

You eventually give in and tell him that your ex has been bothering you lately. You told Mammon about how your ex practically ran off with some of your things, ditching you in the dust. Now they’re back but you don’t want anything to do with them, because you’re sure they’re just going to take from you again if you give them a chance to hear them out.

Mammon’s thoughts went a thousand miles per second as you told your story. First, he can’t believe for a second that he envied this asshole! Second, he started to feel the worry that his poor behavior might make you remember your ex. 

He holds you close and tries his best to reassure you that he won’t let your ex even get away with a single dime from you. “If they try to even look at ya I’m gonna have to start chargin’ a fee! They can’t touch the valuables yknow?” And that was enough to cheer you up, even a little.

Mammon is practically glued to you everywhere you go just to make sure you’re doing okay. If you thought he was overprotective before, prepare to be proven wrong. On times that Mammon isn’t with you, there’s always a crow circling around the area around you instead. 

Mammon is extra vigilant of your things after he learned what happened. No one is ever stealing from you again because your treasure is his treasure now. At some point he tried to pick a fight with a classmate that just wanted to borrow your eraser… his heart is in the right place though!

When you two bump into your ex, Mammon gets the first word in the conversation. “Listen here ya piece of shit, if you ever think of bothering my MC again you better start sleeping with one eye open. There’s gonna be a bounty on your head when I'm through with you.” You practically had to hold him back from hitting your ex personally and causing a scene.

When your ex tries to butt in and talk to you, Mammon blocks you from their view “Lost your chance buddy, now go and scram unless you wanna gamble how many teeth will be left of ya once we’re done.” If anyone knows one thing, it’s to not accept a bet made by Mammon himself. There’s not a gamble he made that he didn’t win. 

As soon as they left, Mammon grabs your hand and leads you away as if you both are on the run. “Come on! Before that loser changes their mind, let’s high tail outta here!” He says with a flashy grin. 

Mammon spends the day trying to make you smile again. “Don’t worry about spending a dime, i snagged us some spare change” He says, holding up the wallet he stole from your ex during that confrontation. In his defense, if your ex stole from you then he might as well get even, right? 

He’s definitely not through with your ex now that he’s seen their face. With enough determination and patience from the fourth born, Mammon learned a specific curse for your ex. Now every time they’d need money for something, their wallet would always run short on cash. There’s never going to be enough money, but for some reason they always want more. Well, that’s the Avatar of Greed for you. 

Where does the money go? To Mammon’s pocket of course! Satan was wary of encouraging this bad habit of his brother by letting him have more money but after learning who this victim is? Say no more. That’ll show em to never steal from his human ever again. 

Levi

It didn’t sit well with Levi that you used to date someone else before. The idea that you gave your heart away to another person before Levi fills him with this twang of jealousy. Though he’s the Avatar of Envy so that’s to be expected. 

He doesn’t want to admit that in front of you though, so sometimes he starts talking to his goldfish to cope with it. Levi gets nervous and wonders what could have possibly happened in your previous relationship that made you end it. He’s scared that maybe he’s worse off than your ex or does the same thing. What if he’s already deep waters without realizing?!

It takes a while for him to build up the courage to ask you about it without his envy or anxiety getting in the way of making himself upset and backing out. He wants to know more about you after all, and that includes this. 

You talk about our old ex and how they were terrible to you. You found out that your ex cheated on you and it really did a number on your self-esteem, but you were better at masking that than Levi.

Levi felt awful for making you remember these memories, but at the same time he’s also pissed. How could anyone decide that you weren’t enough to the point they’d replace you? The idea of it is repulsive. He doesn’t even feel like he deserves you himself! Yet your ex had the chance to cherish someone as amazing as you and threw it all away. 

He’d wrap his arms and legs around you, feeling himself about to cry just thinking about how painful that must’ve been. “I-i don’t even know what to say but… I’d never hurt you like that. I’m sorry MC…” 

His empathy for you is enough to cheer you up and Levi spends the rest of the night trying to make you forget about your ex by letting you pick the games or shows to watch in his room. Though a part of him wants to go through the web and look for the bastard. 

Levi may be an anxious sweetheart, but he’s not the kind that would let someone who made you feel so low just run carefree. He’s a demon too, you know? so hacking into your ex’s online accounts and sabotaging them is not something out of his book. He could freeze their assets if he tried hard enough.

When you two end up running into them, Levi could hardly contain himself. Usually he would be the one cowering behind you whenever there are strangers he’s never met, but this time he put himself in between you two. 

“Even though I'm just an otaku, at least I could tell when something is rare and valuable. I bet a normie like you can’t understand that, seeing how you let go of someone as precious as MC.” Levi hissed, fangs threatening to bare at this scum until your ex finally decides to back off. 

Levi keeps his eyes narrowed at your ex until they disappear from sight. His glare is enough to convey that if the ex ever tries to turn around and take a step forward, Levi will have to do something about it. Once he’s sure that the ex is shaky out of sight, he finally lets out the breath he never knew he was holding in his lungs before he checks up on you. 

“I-i know that I'm not the best at a lot of things. Not looks… or sports… o-or studies. But I want to be someone who’s worthy of you!” Levi says, determination in his tone despite the constant stuttering.

To an otaku, you’re one of the rarest collectibles Levi has ever had the luxury of having, and he wants to prove that to the world! He won’t allow anyone to see you any less than that. One day he’ll make an entire powerpoint and show it off to the entire House of Lamentation titled ‘100 Reasons Why MC is the Best’

Your ex should be careful in entering any sort of body of water, especially the ocean. Who knows? Lotan might be looking for the perfect bite-sized meal soon. 

Satan

Satan learned your tells whenever you seem to flinch around people raising their voices. It happens a lot in a house full of rowdy brothers, but he sensed it more whenever there’s a serious fight and you’re around. So he tries to get you out of the mess as quickly as he could.

When you two got closer, you eventually told him about your ex that didn’t exactly… treat you right. Satan listened to every word, his full attention focused on how hurt you sounded and he doesn’t push the topic any further than you’re comfortable with. 

He lets you share what you only want to share, and he won’t pry on the details on what your ex may have done. With or without your explanation, to him it’s quite obvious what exactly your ex made you go through. “You don’t have to say anything more… I heard you loud and clear.”

Despite being Wrath, he tries putting in more self-control because he doesn’t want to accidentally scare you off. You even have special permission to use your pact against Satan should his anger go too far. The last thing he wants is to make you feel afraid instead of loved. 

But that self-control is not extended if he finds any demon hurting you, not even his brother’s are spared from his wrath (but it’s not like they’d hurt you on purpose anyways). He’ll make a protective spell that makes any demon who wants to cause you harm feel like they’ve held the hottest hellfire the moment they touch you. 

Satan was tempted to just go find the bastard himself and make them feel all the pain they made you go through tenfold. He’s not Wrath for no reason. But he doesn’t want to do anything without your discretion, since you trusted him with this broken and vulnerable part of you, then he shouldn’t abuse that trust.

On the day that you both bump into your ex, his gentle facade that he keeps up in front of anyone is gone. Molded into a sour expression full of hate. You could practically feel his wrath burning through your pact. 

“Let’s go MC, this pest is not worth our time.” His words are full of venom as he holds your hand firmly to guide you away from your ex, aggressively bumping his shoulder against them with a force that would have knocked them over. All he wants is to get you out of this situation, fast. 

When the ex tries to grab you to force you to stay, Satan is already putting you behind him protectively with his hand gripping them by the wrist. He really wants to tear them to ribbons for that but the only reason he doesn’t is because you’re here. He doesn’t want you to see that part of him.

His fangs are practically bared, ready to bite as he growls “Unless you want to go to bed with the same number of fingers that you woke up with today… Don’t. Touch. Them.” The hate and anger in his eyes are burning as he stares down at your ex.  

His threats are as clear as his grip on your ex’s wrist starts to get uncomfortably tight, it may leave a bruise as he lets go and that mark hopefully reminds them of his warnings. You watch as your ex scrambles for their life while they still have it. 

Satan had to take in shaky breaths, wanting to calm down from the heights of his anger. He wished he had an outlet, he wanted to draw blood so badly but he can’t let his anger take him too far or you’d have to deal with the aftermath. You need to be taken care of right now, so he does that as soon as he’s collected himself.

“When I'm with you, my wrath… It feels like it finally has a purpose. I want to use all of it to protect you. I won’t spare a single soul that hurts you, my angel” Satan promised, placing a kiss on your head as he held you close to his chest. 

Satan spends the night letting you lie down on his lap as he reads you some romantic poetry, ones that could properly convey how much he loves and cherishes you through words. He would occasionally run his fingers through your hair as he reads through the pages, and he’ll keep doing this until you fall asleep by his side.  

Now that he’s seen what the ex looks like, expect him to ruin their life. He won’t torture them (unless you were open to that suggestion-), but he makes it part of his nightly routine to place a curse on your ex to make their life insufferable. After all, Satan has been looking for a lab rat to test the hexes he wanted to use on Lucifer, and it seems he finally has one at his disposal. 

Asmo  

Asmo is very touchy and one thing he loves is a lot of intimacy in all forms. That includes physical. He’s used to showing these by hugging his brothers, but it made him confused when he didn’t get the reaction he wanted when he hugged you from behind. 

He’s a master at reading social cues so he immediately knows that you’re not okay. Did he hug you too tightly? Are you hurt somewhere? Asmo would whine and press you for answers normally, but he doesn’t this time. 

Asmo tried to get some gossip, wondering if something’s been bothering you lately. He loves how mysterious you can be, but this is the first he’s ever felt this frustrated not knowing enough about you! Not even the brothers knew what was wrong!

Asmo basically caves in one night during his skincare routines with you when he finally asks the question. “Love… no matter how much you try to hide it, I can tell something’s wrong.” He says with a hush tone as he applies a soft toner on your skin, looking at you with puppy eyes.

Even when he’s incredibly narcissistic, Asmo can be incredibly perceptive out of the brothers. He knows something’s bothering you, but he was not prepared to hear the story at all. 

You told Asmo that your ex has been bothering you lately, trying to get in contact with you constantly no matter how many times you tell them no. You explained that your ex called you several names before in the past and has treated you… awfully. You had to endure so much until you escaped that relationship. 

Asmo is probably crying more than you are at this point, ruining the skincare he carefully applied on himself with his tears. “How could anyone just… treat you that way? Do people not realize how lucky they are to have you?” He says between sobs, asking you for permission first before he hugs you.

He’s toned down his tackle hugs so he’d scare you less and take things at your pace. Asmo is happy enough to take it slow if it means you’d feel more comfortable with him. 

Though he’s less forgiving if any demon would look at you the wrong way. Asmo wants everyone to see how you’re the most precious gem in his realm and nothing lower than that. If he hears one bad remark from someone at the club or in school, Asmo will definitely make them squirm under his heel for forgiveness. 

When you both run into your ex, Asmo eyes them up and down. You know that Asmo doesn’t like looking at things he finds disgusting, and he gives off that exact expression when his eyes linger for even a single second in your ex’s direction. The judgment is evident in Asmo’s eyes, he didn’t even need to speak a single word to make it known. 

“I must say darling, your tastes really had a glow up now that I’m looking at that thing. I mean after seeing me, you’d agree, wouldn't you?” He says with his usual playful tone despite being so passive aggressive, subtly trying to lead you away from the ex.  

When they try to get closer, Asmo quickly shoots them a glare. His golden eyes have this particular glow in them as he speaks in an enchanting voice “Would you be a lad and go back to where you came from? Trash like you should walk back to the nearest dumpster, don’t you think so?” 

The mischievous grin in his face rivals the Anti-Lucifer league on the chances their pranks are successful as Asmo watches your ex obey under the influence of his hypnotic charms and run off to who knows where. 

“Ugh, I hate hate HATE looking at unsightly things! Did you see how they look?!” Asmo would whine on the way back home, his words judging every single aspect of your ex from the way their hair is fixed to even the slightest speck of dirt on their nails. He’d complain all the way back home how your ex is the epitome of revolting imperfection compared to himself. 

“You have to make it up for me, love. My eyes need to be cleansed! we’re doing a little fashion show in my room so i can stare at your cute little face all day!” There didn’t seem to be any room to say no, but you agreed anyways after all that Asmo has done for you today. 

He’ll spend the entire night trying to show off your good sides, which is all of it. If he can spend an entire trip home downgrading and judging your ex to the bone, Asmo will happily spend the last few hours of the day telling you what makes you so perfect in his eyes. 

Beel

Beel would be lying if he says he doesn’t feel bothered about your ex. It’s not a matter of you dating someone before, but it’s more of why you’re not telling him anything  about your past. 

Beel wanted to know more about you so he decided to ask Asmo if he had any gossip about you and your life, but to his surprise Asmo didn’t know anything. At some point he asked Lucifer if he read anything about it in your profile, but the oldest born just shakes his head and tells him to ask you personally instead. 

It’s perfect timing because as soon as he leaves Lucifer’s office, he finds you in the hallway and runs up to finally ask you himself. “I just… wanted to know more about you MC, even if it’s about that. It’s still part of you.” He sounds like a child asking for more allowance money to buy some candy.

You both go into your room and you explain why you never bring this up. Your ex always made you feel insignificant during the last few months of your relationship. You’re always neglected, never the priority, and it took a lot of courage for you to leave. Even when you did, your ex made it seem like you’re the one at fault. 

Beel can never understand how anyone could make you feel so small like this… have you always felt this way? Beel is not going to allow that. He wants you to make you his priority. You’re the person that helped fix his family, there’s no way he’s going to let you look down on yourself. 

You suddenly can’t feel the floor beneath your feet and in the blink of an eye, Beel lifts you up in his hands without a sweat. He stares at you with a small hum before lifting you even higher. You look at him, confused about what he’s trying to do until he speaks. “You know that I look up to you, for everything you’ve done for us here. I’ll make sure that no one ever looks down on you again, MC.”

When he says he looks up at you and how he quite literally means it with how high up he’s carrying you, it makes you laugh a little at how silly Beel can be sometimes. Seeing you smile again is enough for him to set you down on your feet and cuddle you for the next hour. 

Congratulations because you just won your own personal guard dog. No matter where you go, there’s always going to be the orange haired cuddly giant behind you. You had to reassure him that you’re going to be fine on your own and hope things would go back to normal. But you learn that not even bribing him with food can get him off your back.

When you both bump into your ex, Beel is immediately towering over them. His freakish height and his muscles as he looks down at your ex is enough to make anyone feel small under his threatening gaze. “Leave.”

Beel is the only thing that’s in between you and your ex. Your ex tried to make Beel budge but he barely moved an inch. It was the equivalent of trying to push against a brick wall at this point, the effort was futile and it just made Beel angrier. 

“I was being nice when I said leave. But I won’t ask a second time.” You can hear the faint sounds of buzzing, knowing how much self-control it’s taking Beel right now to avoid summoning a swarm of flies and locusts. It would be troublesome if Beel lets loose and shows the world why he’s given the title as the Lord of the Flies.

You tell Beel that you want to go home, and he immediately listens to you. With a small nod, he escorts you back while still keeping his eye on your ex in case they do anything funny. It’s all thanks to Beel’s kind heart and his love for you that prevented any sort of bloodshed tonight. 

Beel would take a small detour back and buy you some of your favorite sweets to bring home so you both can share it together in your room. Though the treats never made it back and is nothing but an empty container before you can even see the house in view. Regardless you still had a nice night eating the treats with him on the way.

You noticed the few glances Beel has been sending your way and before you can ask what he’s looking at, he places a quick peck on your cheek “You always look the best when you smile” 

Your ex better pray that they don’t bump into Beel in the middle of the streets because the moment this lovable demon spots them, there’s going to be some impromptu target practice with your ex and the closest table Beel can grab his hands on. 

Belphie

Belphie may be spoiled, but he knows his boundaries when it comes to teasing you about your previous relationships. You told him you’re not ready to talk about it, and he backed off immediately. He may poke fun about a lot of things when it comes to you, but his aim is always to make you laugh and never to upset you. 

He eventually finds out the truth when you were sleeping in the living room one day and he finds you. Just as he was going to join you, your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing like crazy. Belphie was irritated, wondering if it was Mammon annoying you again. 

He never really meant to snoop on your phone, he simply just wanted to turn it on silent mode so you sleep peacefully. But then he saw the various texts from an unknown number trying to demand your attention and calling you names. 

Belphie was so tempted to give this person a piece of his mind, but you woke up and caught him reading the messages. He looks surprised, and that expression immediately turns to guilt as he puts away the phone “MC? I-i didn’t mean to, I swear! But… Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

You can clearly see how worried Belphie looks, so you talk about your previous relationship and how your ex is trying to contact you despite how many times you’ve blocked their number already. You don’t know what they want, but it’s clearly not good. You try to ignore it, but Belphie can see how much it’s bothering you. 

“MC… I never knew…” Belphie says looking down. He still looks guilty, but it’s about something else entirely. He regrets those times he lied to you back when he was still locked up in the attic. He hates himself for doing something so horrible, especially now after knowing what you’ve been through. 

“I… I don’t deserve you honestly but… I want you to be happy, and I want to be the person who puts a smile on your face. Thank you for giving me that chance…” He says, giving you a small hug while secretly grabbing your phone. 

Belphie secretly switches the number so that your ex would be bothering someone else. Maybe with Mammon’s instead so that poor soul would have an earful each time they try to text until they get the message that it’s not you they’re texting anymore. He would’ve done it himself but… he is quite lazy. His older brothers can handle it.

When you both bump into your ex, Belphie looks at them with bored eyes. “Ugh… it’s you” He says, pulling you further away from that person’s reach. “Listen, stop bothering MC… or I’ll make you regret it the next time your dimwit skull tries to send them another text.” His last words were hissed through grit teeth. He may not look so intimidating at first, but he’s not as kind as he may seem. 

The moment your ex tries to send you another message, Belphie already had a curse activated. Any time they try to go to bed, they’re never going to meet the sweet slumber they need. Nighttime is always spent restlessly moving around the bed, trying to get some shut eye. They’re already exhausted by daybreak, and the cycle goes on. 

For the times they do end up falling asleep after passing out of exhaustion, they’re met with awful nightmares orchestrated by Belphie himself. Terrors and apparitions, making your ex feel endless fear for scaring you the past few days with his messages. Belphie is enjoying himself in this shared dreamscape as he watches your ex writhe helplessly. Beel noticed his twin always smiling in his sleep, unaware of how much the youngest is having fun torturing your ex from hell and back.  

Belphie swore to never let your enemies rest as long as he’s around. He’ll see to it that his promise is fulfilled. For now, he’ll pamper you and give you the best dreams so you can feel refreshed and relaxed each day before he goes back to his daily visit in your ex’s dreamscapes to haunt him until this poor soul learned his lesson. 

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

i made a tma playlist! it’s one song per fear entity, each corresponding to an avatar or victim (see below the cut for song breakdowns and more yapping)

cover art i downloaded from pinterest - it doesn’t say the artist but if u know who it is lmk !

the buried: like real people do - hozier

pov: alice “daisy” tonner

why were you digging / what did you bury / before those hands pulled me / from the earth

what did jon bury? what was he hiding as she suffocated? what was daisy hiding from before he came and pulled her out of there? did she ever feel like a real person?

the corruption: my strange addiction - billie eilish

pov: jane prentiss

hurts but i know how to hide it, kinda like it / … / my doctors can’t explain / my symptoms or my pain / but you are my strange addiction

and she did kinda like it, she was drawn to it, addicted to it, even with the pain and the detriment to her entire life. the corruption is toxic relationship core and she made a perfect avatar.

the dark: i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

pov: manuela dominguez

if there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks / then i’ll follow you into the dark

i mean, she literally followed maxwell rayner into the dark. for all the good and the bad, she would have followed him even if no one else did. yknow, for cult reasons. but still.

the desolation: agnes - glass animals

pov: jude perry

agnes, just stop and think a minute / why don't you light that cigarette and / calm down now stop and breathe a second / … / a choking rose back / to be reborn / i want to hold you like you're mine / you're gone but you're on my mind

thinking about agnes montague for this song�� jude really loved her. and it wasn’t pretty, she wanted control and loved her partly for how she was connected to their god, but the love was there. and i think she always missed agnes.

the end: if we were vampires - noah kahan, wesley schultz

pov: georgie barker

If wе were vampires, and death was a joke / we'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke / and laugh at all the lovers and their plans / i wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand

i considered this for trevor/the hunt bc of literal vampires but like the narrator is a realist in this song which is very much who georgie is. death is inevitable. danger is inevitable. and just because she couldn’t feel fear didn’t mean georgie wasn’t aware of what she had and that she needed to protect it and herself. she wasn’t reckless with her life which is what this song means to me.

the eye: every breath you take - the police

pov: elias bouchard/jonah magnus

every breath you take / and every move you make / every bond you break / every step you take / i'll be watching you

self explanatory. to me. still giggling about it actually.

the flesh: under your skin - jukebox the ghost

pov: jared hopworth

how much can you fit under your skin? / … / i can fit two people under my skin / … / and i can feel you laughing, under my skin / and the happy palpitations are making me… grin

also self explanatory. just shoving bones in there as often as possible. thanks a lot, jurgen leitner.

the hunt: run boy run - woodkid

pov: trevor herbert

run boy run, this world is not made for you / … / run boy run, break out from society / … / tomorrow is another day / and you won't have to hide away / you'll be a man, boy / but for now it's time to run, it's time to run

this song is so young trevor trying to find his place in the world after violently losing his brother to a supernatural being he didn’t know existed and feeling the responsibility of that while also being ousted from society. he never did stop running huh.

the lonely: agoraphobia - autoheart

pov: martin blackwood

tried on 13 pairs of / shoes and not one made me want to / leave this blessed house of mine / that’s just fine / i really don’t want to go anywhere / i don’t really want to go anywhere

i see why this is on so many lonely playlists and it really is martin in mag 170, trapped in that house by his own mind but also by what the house is doing to him. it’s a comfort, but not a good one, very much those feelings of self isolation.

the slaughter: in our bedroom after the war - stars

pov: melanie king

it's us, yes, we're back again / here to see you through, 'til the days end / and if the night comes, and the night will come / well, at least the war is over

i like this song for melanie and the slaughter bc it’s kind of an antithesis to who she is. as long as she has a war to fight, she’s comfortable. she won’t lose everything she’s fighting for. the war may be raging but by god she won’t be the one who loses.

the spiral: strawberry fields forever - the beatles

pov: michael shelley/the distortion

let me take you down / cause I'm going to strawberry fields / nothing is real / … / living is easy with eyes closed / misunderstanding all you see / it's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out

there’s the obvious “misunderstanding all you see” spiral and distortion connotations but for michael, it also was hard to be someone. nothing was real to him either, really.

the stranger: you’re somebody else - flora cash

pov: tim stoker

well, you look like yourself / but you're somebody else / only it ain't on the surface / well, you talk like yourself / no, I hear someone else though / now you're making me nervous

the irony of this song is that. she didn't look like herself. or talk like herself. but to tim, it was sasha, and she didn't make him nervous until the end when he became nervous about everything because of what happened to her. and he became somebody else, too.

the vast: space oddity - david bowie

pov: simon fairchild

i'm stepping through the door / and I'm floating in a most peculiar way / and the stars look very different today / for here / am I sitting in a tin can / far above the world

this song has very clear vast connotations but i also like the imagery of simon sitting far above everyone else. in a literal way but also he thinks he's above most people because of his abilities, so he uses them to cause problems on purpose which is ultimately his downfall. what an interesting, weird old man.

the web: control - halsey

pov: annabelle cane

my mind's like a deadly disease / i'm bigger than my body / ... / goddamn right, you should be scared of me / who is in control?

the thing about annabelle is that all those things are true but. at the point where we get to know her, she's part of something bigger than herself, it genuinely doesn't matter to her whether she lives or dies.

the extinction: love song (for the apocalypse) - ira wolf

pov: jonathan sims

i packed a photo of us from our very first date / you packed the water 'cause I couldn't carry the weight / and into the ashes you carved out a heart with our names / ... / we could say we told you so, but what good is that now

i like this song for jon and the extinction for many reasons but firstly i think it's funny to have jon's song be associated with the only entity that didn't actually mark him. but yeah this song is very jonmartin during the eyepocalypse. everything's a disaster, but they're together, and they endure.

[iliketangerines]

hatefucking

a/n: i just really like this angry man

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!avatar!reader

warnigs: nsfw (MDNI), blood kink (?), spanking, creampies, doggy style

you glare at Tsu’tey, hissing at him as he corrects your form once more, and honestly you’re sick and tired of dealing with him

ever since you had come to the Omatikaya clan and the olo’eyktan had assigned Tsu’tey as your mentor, he had tormented you with unbearable trainings

you swear to god you’re going to strangle Jake for getting chased by that thanator when Tsu’tey hisses right back at you and hits at your arm

your arrow flies crooked into the foliage rather than the tree trunk, and you can hear Tsu’tey calling you every possible imaginable synonym of idiot in na’vi

throwing the bow to the ground, you push a finger into his chest and bite back, telling him that he was a shit teacher who wasn’t giving you a fucking chance

whenever you make a mistake, he only ever berates you and then calls you a fucking tawtute, barely correcting your mistake before he goes back to glaring at you

it’s not your fault that you can’t shoot and hunt or ride for shit when he refused to teach you, and the warrior hardens his gaze and pushes his chest against your finger, towering over your frame

his size makes you falter as your ears pin back, and he growls at you to repeat what you said, face shoving so close to yours that you can feel his breath across your face

your ego is too bruised to take another hit, so you get right back into his face and push at his chest, fruitlessly because he doesn’t move, and yell that he’s been a big fucking asshole

his eye twitches at the insult, and he spits out that you should go back to your planet and learn how to be useful

you spat that he must’ve learned to take that stick out of his ass and beat himself over with it because he’s got a shit personality

insults are thrown between the two of you, getting worse and worse, until he reaches his hand out to push at your chest

it sends you flying into the ground, and the wind is knocked out of you as you wheeze and gasp

Tsu’tey looks down at you, sneering at how you lay on the ground, and you growl and kick at his shin to make him wince in pain

he doesn’t expect your attack and growls at the pain as he steps away from your kicking feet, and you take a moment to stand up

your hands reach forward to grab onto him, tackling him to the ground, and he gladly tussles with you, teeth bared and nails digging into each other’s skin

his teeth sink into your shoulder, and you howl in pain, digging your nails far enough into his skin to draw blood

it causes him to let go of your flesh, teeth stained red with your blood and to snarl at you, pressing his nose flat against yours as his grip on your arms tighten

you growl at him right back and dig your nails in deeper, and then suddenly his lips smash onto yours, teeth biting into your lips and drawing blood

but you find that you don’t mind the taste as you snarl and kiss him right back, your own fangs digging into his lips and tasting blood

his hands scrabble at your bottoms, and one of your hands goes to rip at his tewng, uncaring at how some of the threads rip as you rip if off of him

Tsu’tey rips off your bottoms as well, roughly rubbing at your clit to make you jolt in his grip, and he laughs at you, knowing that a filthy tawtute would like this

you bite back at him, fighting against the pleasure to tell him that he was just as dirty for even touching you like this

he scowls at that and brings his fingers to pinch your clit and make you yelp, and he grins at your pain and continues to rub at your clit

reaching your own hand down you pump at his cock, ignoring the tip, the most sensitive spot, and you match the pace of his fingers rubbing against your clit

Tsu’tey pants, moving his fingers faster, glaring at you and smashing his lips to yours again, and you groan and squeeze the base of his cock roughly

he pants and growls as he moves his fingers away from you and suddenly flips you onto your knees, hand pressing into your upper back to force your face into the floor

your hands claw into the dirt, angry at the fact you couldn’t scratch him, and you howl at him as he fucks his cock into you with one quick thrust

the pain stings along with the pleasure at the sudden stretch, but he doesn’t seem to care, fucking into you at a brutal pace and his hands squeezing onto your hips so hard that he’s sure to leave bruises the next day

it’s all growls and strained moans as he fucks into you, and he raises one hand to spank you, the crack echoing through the air along with your moan

you squirm underneath him as he continues to spank you, bringing down his hand with as much strength as you could, and it leaves you crying into the ground

reaching your hand back, you go to rub at your clit, desperate to cum as he fucks into you, only chasing his own pleasure and sadistic tendencies

he growls at how you pleasure yourself, and he grabs onto your arm, using it as a handle to fuck into you faster, growling at you to fucking behave

you snarl and squirm in his grip, but his strength keeps you still as he abuses your pussy with his cock, hips slapping against yours and causing wet squelches to fill the air

it’s dirty and lewd and all too wrong how quick you reach your orgasm without even touching yourself, the pain and hate swirling with the pleasure to shove you further and further to the edge of an orgasm

Tsu’tey is doing no better, groaning loudly into the air and hips starting to stutter in their pace as he reaches his own high

his nails dig into your arm, and he groans, pumping his seed deep inside of you and fucking himself through your orgasm

the feeling of his seed filling and warming you from the inside is all you need to cum, moaning into the dirt and digging your free hand into the soft earth as your tail whips around

you pant, trying to catch your breath, and Tsu’tey does the same, breathing hard and staring down at your sore ass and pussy stretched out along his cock

he finally slips out of you and lets go of your arm, and you stifle a whimper at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you

standing up on wobbly legs, you turn to face him, and he scowls at you and turns away, tying his tewng around him, unable to properly notch it together due to the torn threads

you find your own tewng on the ground, covered in dirt and grime, and you frown at the sight and sigh, grabbing it and walking from the training grounds to the nearby river

Tsu’tey hated you and you hate Tsu’tey, but at least he was a good fuck

[quaritchsbunny]

Jake Sully as a Yandere (hc)

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings/Tags: stalking, obsessive behavior, f!omaticayan reader x olo’ekytan jake, suggestive, yandere behavior, minor power abuse from Jake, slight manipulation, kinda bimbo!reader

A/N: AHHH my first fic/hc ever hope this can be enjoyed by someone, anyone! Leave any comments and requests!

- Extremity Scale : 2/5

- Type of yandere: Impulsive, overprotective, slightly delusional

- He’s been a marine all his human years, trained for self control, cold battlefields, the adrenaline filled tussles for life.

- Even though he’s no longer constantly waking up before the sun rises to serve the country, even though he’s an avatar with a new life, new rules, new responsibility as the olo’ekytan and a new sense of independence with his new legs and much taller frame…

- His heart still craves rushes, highs where he feels the air around him contract and his fingers go numb with fight or flight instincts and his brain go haywire, overwhelmed with emotion in the new world he’s been presented

- But this time, it’s a different kind of adrenaline

- It’s the kind of adrenaline he gets from seeing you.

- At first, it was innocent, you just stood out to him in the clan, your beauty was unmatched and his newly functional blue legs almost trembled when he first saw you.

- At first, it was just a bit of an energy boost, convincing himself it would lift his spirits after a long day, it was enough to see just a glimpse of your swinging tail, and he’d fall asleep happy, his adrenaline cravingss fulfilled for the day

- But gradually, his cravings for you had become more and more frequent. Until it grew into a completely different feeling. Blurring the lines between obsession and addiction as it grew into his own muddled sense of love

- An emotion he had been taught to eliminate to focus on his tasks as a marine, but now? All thoughts are thrown out the window. He immediately pursues you. Although its in his very special, observant way

- It’s not that you guys never talked to each other, or that Jake was shy (it was actually quite the opposite, as jake never had much chances to make a move because you always swilveled your head the other way when the muscular avatar and toruk makto seemed to come your way) but either way, Jake was more of an watcher, much like how he took just the split second to analyze his opponent’s weaknesses before striking on the battle field

- This observance, wether it was rooted out of trying to know you more, or because he was addicted his bioluminscent spots suddenly felt like radar guns around you, glowing so bright among the stripes of his skin, soon became his way to love you.

- Whether it’s seeing you at the clan dinner, blue skin illuminated by the campfire the Omaticaya huddled around as they ate the fresh hunts, clad next to your friends that sat so close to you while he sat far away, opposite from you in his position as olo’ ekytan, he doesn’t care about the hunt, dinner, or all the chatter going on, the rumbling in his stomach is silence compared to the thumping in his heart and the red in his eyes when he sees your friend offer you fresh fruit.

- It should be him.

- Or maybe the way he oh so accidentally just stumbles upon you every time you take a bath in one of Pandora’s many bioluminiscent rivers, your unknowing form resting beautifully in the clear flow of the water, droplets clinging to your neck as his own drool drips down his.

- He didnt have a second thought before the strewn strings of his loincloth fell to the lush forest floor as well, eyes furrowing in pleasure as he watched you wash yourself, though his pants and touches were not for the purpose of washing his body as he bit intently on his bottom lip, expert at holding back noise from the battle training he had undergone as a human

- And maybe it’s the way you seem to quietly flow throughout the clan, silently helping others with your skill, or the quiet rhythms of your breathing as you insert beads on young children’s hair. Delicate fingers deftly swirling through the scalp and embedding the handmade beads you carved and collected into every adolescent’s head

- Oh he would’ve done absolutely anything, so many times he wanted to push those undeserving children aside and pry his head into your hands, wanting your delicate touch.

- One fateful morning when he sees that you’re not as tall as many males of the tribe and watches with haltered breath as you tiptoe on a weak bark you’ve climbed up, trying so hard to reach a fruit you’ve been searching for all day along, your calves sour as you huff out, arms nowhere near the plump purple fruit that seemed to taunt you on the tree. (alone? You had thought so, Jake has watched you and trained himself to be quiet for so long now that he has memorized exactly how to follow you)

- It’s at this moment that the muddled ideas of love in his head click into a full picture, he justifies it, how much you need him, a strong mate that can protect you from the many risks you face all day in the forests, being particularly domestic and caring.

- His agile legs take one step after another, the moist morning soil crunching as he approaches you. He thanks eywa for this moment, as if the great mother herself was the one who had put you in such a perfect situation to fall into his arms. She needs me! She’s so helpless, that branch can cut her toe, what if the fruit falls on her, what if a beast was here, oh this is the perfect moment! She needs me!

- You stumble as you hear him approach, losing balance on the flimsy branch you had tiptoed on as your head whips back to see who was there.

- And like the most perfect scene in a human movie, he pulls you into his arms just before your ankle twists out of unbalance and pressure on the branch, and you almost forget where you are as his much more muscular avatar arms embrace you, warm like the sun that shines on the forest ground as his earthy scent embraces you.

- The moment you fall into his arms, everything clicks for jake. Whatever yandere tendencies had been stirring below him now immediately turned full notch as he pulled you away from the tree, your perfect form swallowed in his thick arms. This was perfect, I need her, she needs me

- “Oh sweet, what were you doin hm? Up so high on the branch, what if I wasnt coincidentally strollin here and couldn’t have caught you, hm?”

- You gulp, nervously as his bright dark pupils pierce into you, so dilated the ring of yellow was thinner than a glade of grass as his eyes swallowed you

- You say thanks shyly as he puts you down, getting ready to head off back to the village, embarrassed that of all people, the mighty new unmated toruk makto and olo’ ekytan had seen your scrawny clumsy form try to reach a fruit because you were stubborn and craved it more than what the clan currently had to offer, your embarrassment crawling through. The violet fruit hanging high on the tree seems unimportant compared to the undeniably attractive man towering over you, expectant. 

- “Where ya going? Don’t you want those fruits?” he chuckles, his canines showing as his tail swishes playfully, tilting his head back to the tree

- You swallow thickly and shake your head, the heat rising like bricks of coal in your face as you told him you were fine without the fruit

- Jake laughs, the sound melodic in the air as he effortlessly glides up, not even using the branch as he reaches and pulls down a basket full of the fruits, loading them in your hand woven one, each growing as heavy as his heartbeats around you until it was filled to the brim

- “Now you can hurry home, and I’m escorting you, don’t want you stepping on any flimsy branches again” Jake says smoothly, winking as he takes the heavy basket from you without a word and begins to walk with you back to the village

- In your own flusteredness (and slight gidiness) you dont hear how loud his heart is pounding next to you, how his long legs slow down to match your pace, the very bad guise of him walking you home on one of the safest paths that many dangerous beasts abandoned long ago with absolutely no threats in the daytime, or his fingers nervously fumbling with the edge of your basket, his tail swishing at the speed of light as it drew little infinity signs behind you

- Even when you two make it back to the village, he insists on personally carrying the basket back to your hut to make sure nothing happens (which he pretended skillfully not to know the way to, as if he hadn’t watched you sleep every other night) and you shyly lead the way, as your friends see you and hoot teasingly when they sighted you with the infamous new chief of the clan. 

- He sets the fruits on your table gracefully and says bye as he swings out of the hut, his heart pounding

- Later when you pick one of the many perfectly ripe fruits he had picked, you find a stripe of paper, crumbled and stained with sweat with Jake’s sloppy navi writing

“Ikran riding tomorrow before the eclipse?”

- You giggled playfully as you held the paper close to your chest, unaware that Jake himself was also smiling happily at your reaction from his crouched position just behind your hut, ears pressed to the woven walls.

- It’s not that you could’ve really said no, he knew your schedule was free tomorrow and your friends and any parents who wanted their child’s hair beaded had been so politely asked by the chief of the clan to avoid you all day, so what else could you have done but tell him yes at the clan dinner?

- From then on, it was only natural that you guys became mates, Jake began to escort you everywhere under the excuse of your clumsiness, paranoid as if you were the most fragile navi to exist, until he eventually convinced you that you didn’t need to go out so much, that he could direct others in the tribe to hunt and collect whatever fruit you desired

- This form of protectiveness carried over to whenever your friends asked you to go out at night, as he soon began to sleep early with you in the guise of health to eliminate any inconvenient and “dangerous” outings he couldn’t possibly let happen to his darling

-and the same attitude carried to(god forbid) any males asked you to talk alone.

- His dominating frame slid right in front of yours, chest presented proudly “if it’s that important, let the olo’ekytan know, im sure i can solve any problem you’ve got” he says, the venom behind his words hidden behind the sweet puppy smile he reserved for you

- He smiled happily as he pulled you close in front of the clan, fingers interlacing as he hand fed you the freshest fruits at dinner, body relaxing as he watched you braid the finest of your beads into his hair, bathing with you in the rivers as he called your name for everyone to hear in your throes of passion.

- Who knew that waking up early to harvest all the short fruit trees until they were bare of any fruit within the mile radius of the village that fateful day could’ve led to such a perfect romance?

[bluemoonsunrise]

Demons and Savages

pairing: tsu’tey and human!avatar driver (fem presenting)

content warnings: graphic language, alien vs human differences, the RDA sucks, fuck u miles quaritch, tension you could cut with a knife, enemies to lovers. (also, i don’t like to capitalize sentences on tumbler :3)

word count: …idk :D (roughly edited sry)

pov: 2nd person so you can add yourself in. for writing/plot purposes, your character is named eris ramsey. i’ll use the name sparingly but i can’t take myself seriously writing y/n— so please just work with me here. i promise it’ll be worth it. (i hope)

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SUMMARY: earth was dying and your sister was, too, but cancer killed her faster than humans were killing earth. when she passed, she not only left behind an empty apartment full of memories but a billion dollar avatar without a driver. in a desperate attempt to not waste that money, the program she had spent the last five years preparing to join recruited you— her twin. of course, you agreed. there was nothing left on earth for you. there was nothing left on earth for anyone— that’s why people like your sister were sent off to pandora.

when your sister had spoken of pandora, it seemed like a dream.

the RDA promised it would be like a safari adventure.

truth was that pandora is beautiful. beautiful and unlike anything else across the whole of the universe. it is breathtaking— and that’s because what chases you through the forest hunts with the intent to kill; so you best run like hell even if your lungs are on fire. beasts and monsters of all kinds lurk out of sight waiting for the right moment to kill you dead— but none are as dangerous as him.

the blue shadow with the bow.

chapter four

— weak hands —

“if i want to get us any closer to peace, i’ll need to put in a lot of work.” you said as you logged the events of your day. you could hardly keep your eyes open. for a rest day, you felt more worn down than you did on days you spent entirely in the forest. “if i want to gain back trust the omatikaya once placed in the avatar program, i have to pass two tests.”

“tsu’tey says it will take months for me to even think about passing the first test. in order to complete iknimaya and claim an ikran, i have to be strong. i have to have a fighting spirit. a strong heart, he says. i have to learn the ways of warriors. it is no easy challenge— but an ikran would kill me otherwise.”

“he told me that he doesn’t doubt my heart.” you said softly. you looked at yourself on the screen and covered your cheeks with your hands as you saw color rise into them. “he just doubts that i’ll be able to pin down the damn thing before it kills me.”

“i think that’s all for today. lots to be done. tomorrow i start archery. fun, huh? i hope. really, i do…alright. see ya.” you reached out and clicked the recording off.

you had no energy to eat. you had no energy to do anything at all. when you climbed into your bunk, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. it was hard for you to sleep most nights— but exhaustion made it easy for you now. it reached out its arms and enveloped you in its warm embrace.

you dreamed of the riverbed and the stars. you dreamed of the bugs that floated by. you dreamed of the way the water sounded sloshing against the shore of the riverside.

you dreamed of him, too.

you dreamed of running with him through the grass. the way he chased you. you could almost feel your chest burn as you ran and ran and ran. even in your dreams, he caught you. he tangled you in his arms and lifted you off your feet.

you didn’t hesitate to kiss him.

you had wanted to kiss him today. it was an insufferable itch that you wanted to gnaw at with your teeth— but you couldn’t.

when you woke in the morning to the usual alarm set for all those in the avatar program, you could not have been more frustrated. you buried your face into the pillow and groaned into it.

you didn’t want to dream about him.

you didn’t want to think about him the way you always did. he was supposed to be your mentor. a teacher. a guide. not someone you dreamed about kissing.

you didn’t want to face him.

after the hot springs, you two returned to home tree as if nothing happened. he got you food and you sat with others in the clan and listened to their stories. you listened to their songs. tsu’tey told stories of his own. he did not sing alongside the others but the faint smile on his lips showed his contentment.

and that was it.

all day, you rested in the livelihood of home tree with him. eating. talking. laughing. introducing yourself to those who dared to approach you. those who let you join their circles. you helped string beads and craft twine. mundane, small things that you enjoyed more than you thought you would. while most of the conversations were held in navi, you were able to pick out bits and pieces.

it wasn’t until after dinner when you made your nightly walk with him to your hammock that what had happened between the two of you weighed on you. he didn’t say goodnight. he didn’t spare you a glance. he hit you with his shoulder as he passed and hissed under his breath.

you did not want to see him— but he was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes in your hammock.

“get up. now.” tsu’tey said. his tone was sharp. lethal. there was no patience to be found in him.

you did your best to get up quickly. your head spun with the daze of shifting. he grabbed your arm to steady you— but he dragged you down the center column of home tree without any warning.

“agh— dude.” you muttered as you tried to pull your arm free. “stop it.”

“walk.” he said, pushing you in front of him.

you didn’t fight against him. it would do you no good. once you were out of home tree, you shrugged him off. thankfully, he went willingly. without a word, he flicked his head towards the direhorses waiting.

you approached mitsia with gentle hands. she pressed her snout against your face as you said hello. reaching up, you formed tsaheylu with her and swung yourself up onto her back. with a soft pat to her neck, you urged her to follow behind tsu’tey.

he moved with purpose today and mitsia ran fast to keep up with him.

you rode into the thick of the forest. you had to duck low onto mitsia’s back as to not get snagged in the low hanging vines. all sorts of sounds resonated in your ears. the rush of wind. the chirping of pandoran birds. squeaking and squawking. thundering hooves. snapping sticks.

when tsu’tey finally came to a stop, it was by a pond. he hopped off his direhorses back and clicked his tongue as a thank you. when you slid off mitsia’s back, you thanked her with a soft kiss to her face.

you felt bitter as you met his eyes.

what he had told you yesterday lingered in your mind. mitsia was yours. maybe not like how an ikran could be, sure, but you were certain that she would come only to you if you called.

“good girl.” you whispered as you patted her neck.

“come here.” tsu’tey said, his tail flicking behind him like a feral cat.

you parted with your direhorse and sighed as you stood in front of him. you expected him to start with a lesson on archery. he carried two bows on his back. instead, he grabbed your hands and scoffed at them.

“you have weak hands. small fingers. they will bleed.”

you ripped your hands out of his grasp. “you don’t know shit. they won’t bleed.”

“they will.” he said, snatching your arm. he tapped his fingers against your bicep. “no muscle. children have more strength than you. i bet you would not be able to pull yourself up whilst climbing a tree.”

“would you cut the shit?” you pulled your arm out of his grasp and scowled at him. “you’re pissing me off.”

“you will fail today at archery. many times. just as you failed at riding pali. you are weak. you will have troubling drawing back the arrow. i doubt you can aim.” tsu’tey said.

“but you will learn.”

your mouth closed. the anger in your expression lessened as you watched him pull one of the bows off from around his shoulder. it was simple. dark wood. strong string. it was heavy— but not as heavy as his. not as well-crafted and expertly designed. not at pretty.

“first rule of bow,” tsu’tey said as he stood up straight. “you must be like tree. tall. strong. always strong in your belly. for everything. be strong in your belly.”

you mimicked him. standing up straight and tensing your core, you held yourself in the same tall posture. you matched his breath. over and over again, you told yourself what to do like a mantra: keep tense but don’t suffocate. don’t suffocate. breathe. in and out. in and out.

tsu’tey lifted the bow and assumed a shooting stance. no arrow was drawn, but he pulled back the string. you could see the tension in his belly. you could see the firm stance he held in his shoulders. more importantly, his legs. like two pillars on the ground, he appeared unmovable.

he appeared strong.

and you knew he was.

“when you draw back the bow, you must use two fingers. always two fingers. it is how you keep the arrow aligned. draw back is hard when you start. bows are strong and they fight against you. that is why arrows shoot so far.” tsu’tey said as he lowered his bow.

“you try.”

you took a sharp breath and tightened your core. you did your best to mimic the stance he held. before you could even drawn by the bow, he was all over you. he spread your legs further apart with his own. he smacked you on the hip and you were quick to place tension there. a grunt of approval was all you earned. he did the same to your shoulders and you were quick to straighten up.

“that is proper position.” tsu’tey said. he tapped your stomach lightly. “firm. strong. it is good. it is powerful. keep this habit of strong core and you will learn the posture fast. it will be as easy and natural as swinging up onto his the back of pali.”

“right,” you said softly.

“now draw back the bow.” he said.

you hooked two fingers around the string and pulled. your lips thinned and your brows knitted together as you pulled harder. and harder. the bow seemed unwilling to bend and you were quick to let the string go.

“bad. again.” tsu’tey said with an impatient flick of his head. “you did not even try.”

“i did try. the bow feels like it’ll break if i pull at it anymore.” you said with a small huff.

tsu’tey hooked his bow over his shoulder. he snatched yours from your hand and you could only watch as he pulled an arrow from his quiver, loaded the bow, and shot it.

it stuck straight into the dirt, the calling card swaying in the breeze.

“it did not break.” tsu’tey said, handing it back to you. “you are not strong enough to break it because you are not even strong enough to draw it back.”

you felt your chest burn. you took the bow back without another word. ignoring the way his constant belittling was beginning to hurt, you did your best to draw the bow back. you kept your core tight, your posture tall, and your breath even. you pulled back as hard as you could. at a certain point, the resistance gave way and allowed you to pull back fully.

“yes.” tsu’tey said, cupping your elbow. “now hold this position.”

“it’s hard,” you whispered, your fingers gripping the bow with all your might.

“hold this position until i say so or i will make you run to home tree and back.” tsu’tey said.

you had to grit your teeth. you kept your stance locked. you kept your core tight and yourself tall— but your breathing soon gave way. the bow was large. it was heavy. the string was thick and harsh against your callous-less fingers. soon enough, you were shaking.

squeezing your eyes shut, you fought not to let the string pull your arm down. the seconds felt like hours and the minutes felt like days. unless it hadn’t been minutes. you had no idea. everything was moving too slow and with each moment that passed, the odds stacked against you. your bicep was burning. your core was cramping. your hands were beginning to sweat. your breaths came in small gasps.

“release.”

you let the string fly from your finger tips and the bow snapped into shape. if an arrow had been loaded, you wondered how far it would’ve gone.

“resolve is something i don’t have to teach you. that was good enough for now.” tsu’tey said with a small nod. “strength can always be built. willpower cannot. it takes a strong heart to have discipline.”

“and i have a strong heart?” you asked even though you already knew his answer.

“yes,” tsu’tey said even when you didn’t think he would. he looked over the whole of you. his eyes lingered on your mouth. “you have a very strong heart. it is why eywa smiles upon you when i do not.”

“why are you being so rude?” you asked. you turned to face him and shook your head. “seriously. why? did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?”

your phrasing confused him but he did not attempt to understand. “because you have angered me.”

“i’ve angered you? how?” you asked.

tsu’tey hissed and waved his hand. “no. just be quiet. be quiet and do the one thing i taught you. practice your stance so that you do not make a fool of yourself when you attempt to shoot an arrow.”

“if you’re going to be a dick to me then no.” you tossed the bow at him.

he caught it and his eyes widened in a terrible, terrible way. fury. the disrespect of your action could’ve turned him red. he grasped the air beside your head — as if he wanted to crush you in the palm of his hand — and bared his teeth.

“get out of my sight, demon.” he murmured through his teeth. “we are done. if you are going to act like that, you can sing songs until you lose your voice.”

“no,” you said. suddenly frustrated, you reached to grab the bow back. “i’ll do it. just give it to me.”

“no,” he held it away from you. “you have caused disrespect. you will try again when i tell you. today you will remain weak and unskilled.”

“i’m not weak. stop calling me that.” you whispered with your breath tight in your throat.

tsu’tey laughed at you. “if you tried to show that you were strong today, you showed wrong. your heart is not aligned with your body. and i don’t know if you have a mind at all.”

you shoved him.

tsu’tey stumbled back. he scowled at you, his face pinching in anger as he tilted his head. soundlessly, he warned you not to do that again.

you shoved him again.

he smacked you upside the head. hard. really hard.

“ugh!” you complained, caressing the back of your head. “you are such a fucking jackass!”

“i don’t know what that means, demon, but you are that, too.” tsu’tey hissed.

“it means you are the worst person i’ve ever met! you are mean and cold and cruel! you’re a jerk to me all the time! it’s like you’re allergic to being nice!” you exclaimed all at once. the words just came rushing out with no thought to if he would understand them at all.

“because i don’t like you,” tsu’tey said through his teeth. he glared down at you and stuck his finger in your face. “you and your people are a curse on this land. you are a sickness.”

you laughed at him. “then why did you want to fuck me so bad?”

tsu’tey’s fiery resolve seemed to falter. staring down at you, his ears pinned. he sighed under his breath and looked away. “great mother grant me patience.”

“you won’t even deny it?” you shook you head at him and laughed again. you knew you were rubbing dirt into wounds. you should’ve been careful considering he could’ve done the same to you. “is that why you’re so mad at me? because you want to fuck me?”

he wouldn’t look at you. like a bull, he huffed out of his nose. his face twitched. his tail flicked sharp and fast. frustration had never looked so good on someone. he was a master at it.

“i’m the weak one?” you tutted you tongue and whispered, “some warrior you are if you can’t fight against desire.”

tsu’tey grabbed you by your face. squishing your cheeks between his fingers, he hissed at you. “you never shut your mouth.”

“you don’t even realize what you do to me. you fault me for my poor judgment when you’re the one covering my eyes.” tsu’tey said.

“m’not— doin’ an’thng.” you tried to say between your squished lips as you struggled to free your face from his grasp.

“you are. you don’t even know it because you are a demon in the skin of my people. you rubbed your scent on me at the river. you started a chase game. you asked me about mating. your body was crying in the hot spring.”

“you look at me with those eyes…”

tsu’tey’s grip on your face lessened. his hand clasped around your throat lightly and your hand still flew to his wrist. you couldn’t draw breath. not because he held you too tight but because you forgot how to.

“i— i don’t do it on purpose.” you whispered helplessly.

“i know,” tsu’tey murmured as he ran his thumb along your throat. “which is why i hate you even more. you have no control over your instincts. you have no control over your body. your mind fails you, demon.”

“and my body is failing my mind because of it.”

staring at him, the look in his eyes made your knees weak. he was staring at your mouth. his fingers flexed around your throat. as your eyes met, you stepped forward and tried to kiss him.

“do not…” tsu’tey murmured, glaring at you between the inches that separated you.

you raised your hand up to his face. as your fingers brushed against his cheek, he flinched. his ears pinned. he could’ve hissed at you— but his expression turned warm as you glided your thumb across his lips. his pupils dilated.

“can i have the bow back?” you asked in a whisper. “i’m sorry for throwing it at you.”

rationality seemed to comeback to him. he let go of your throat, his fingertips grazing the beads of your top. your eyes never left each other. he handed you the bow and you took it— or tried to. he didn’t let it go, either. the longer you stared at each other, the more convinced you were that he would kiss you.

you wanted him to.

a sharp yip sliced through the hair and something hit the ground. tsu’tey pushed the bow at you and turned. looking over his shoulder, you saw her. she’d jumped down from the trees above. her bow was in her hand, a magnificent piece of woodwork. her tail flicked as she met your gaze.

neytiri.

“oel ngati kameie,” tsu’tey said, gesturing the act.

neytiri returned the gesture. when her eyes fell upon you again, you signed i see you. she dipped her head the smallest bit and gave a lazy wave of her hand. you couldn’t be offended. that was more than tsu’tey usually gave you.

the pair conversed in navi. they spoke too fast for you to understand. they spoke low, too, as if tsu’tey knew you would be able to understand them if you tried hard enough. some pieces you picked out.

forest.

nantang.

moron.

demon.

they were talking about you. you rolled your eyes and scoffed under your breath. was tsu’tey informing her of how bad your posture was? how weak you were? or was he trying to convince her that you weren’t anything at all.

had she seen you two…

your stomach knotted and you felt sick. if she had seen you two touching and…oh, lord in heaven. you were dead meat. dead. dead before you could be reborn.

tsu’tey whistled and the direhorse returned to the archery clearing. mitsia came to your side and brushed her face against your shoulder. you turned to look at tsu’tey. he mounted his direhorse and pulled neytiri up after him.

“we return to home tree now. quickly, demon.”

you mounted your direhorse and were quick to follow after him and neytiri. one of her arms were hooked around his waist. you had no time to feel jealous because all you felt was sick. had she seen you both? would you be placed in front of the olo’eyktan and the tsahik and scolded? worse, would you be banished? executed?

you could hardly walk straight as you entered home tree. when you arrived, people were in uproar. tsu’tey was quick to come to your side and grab you by the back of your arm. you looked up at him but he did not meet your gaze and you weaved your way through the crowd of people gathered by the meeting circle.

“mawey!” the tsahik said, raising her hands high into the air.

silence followed— all but one voice. as you and tsu’tey broke through the crowd of people, you saw him. for a moment, you recoiled at the sight of tactical jeans and an RDA issued shirts on a blue figure.

regretfully, it took you a moment to recall that face of his in his avatar body.

“jake!” you exclaimed, your pupils blowing wide and your ears perking.

tsu’tey hissed as you pulled your arm free from his grasp. you didn’t care. not about anything else. you nearly tackled him to the floor as you threw your arms around him. jake caught you, stumbling to keep you both upright. a near cry slipped passed your lips to see a familiar face.

to see a true friend.

“holy shit, eris.” jake breathed as his arms tightened around your waist. it had taken him a moment to register your blue face, too.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away. when you met his eyes, you saw the scratches and the bruises on his face. you lifted your hand to his jaw and gasped softly. “jesus, jake, are you okay?”

“they really should’ve put us through ground training. i may know my way around a gun and hand-to-hand combat, but that’s all useless out here in these woods. i nearly got torn to pieces by a pack of these ugly ass wolf-things trying to keep norm and grace safe. norm got hurt and so i did the only thing i could which was distract them and run.”

“thankfully that blue valkyrie over there found me.” jake said with a glance toward neytiri. his brows raised and he smiled at you. “her and a group of hunters. they saved my ass.”

before you could say anything else, the tsahik approached. she raised her hand and instinctively you stepped away from jake. you bowed your head. jake stiffened as the tsahik grabbed him by his chin and examined the cuts on his face.

“you know him.” the tsahik stated a fact and she glanced at you.

“yes. he’s in my program. we work for grace augustine.” you said.

“nice to meet you,” jake said with a polite tilt of his head.

tsu’tey stepped forward, speaking words that jumbled in your ears. you picked out what you could. what was important.

how many demons!

you clenched your teeth. you knew exactly what he was asking. how many of you would come here? your arrival had been an accident. a pure chance of fate. was jake’s run-in with the nantang the same? or was it planned?

from his volatile expression alone, tsu’tey seemed to think you were now being planted here.

“you.” tsu’tey hissed as he grabbed you by the back of your neck. “walk.”

“hey, woah, woah, woah.” jake pulled his face away from mo’at and turned. he stuck his arm out, hitting tsu’tey in the chest. “you best take your hands off her right now or we’re gonna have a fuckin’ problem.”

tsu’tey bared his teeth.

“jake,” you whispered his name and guided his hand back towards his side. “it’s fine…”

before jake could say anything else, tsu’tey pushed you along. you tried your best to shrug him off but he wouldn’t let you go. his grip was tight. too tight. tighter than it had ever been as he guided you up the center column of home tree.

“ow!” you hissed as he shoved you into his hut by the back of or your neck.

“sit.” he demanded, pointing to the floor.

you were quick to drop down. you watched as he paced. you could see the thoughts running through his mind. you tensed as he crouched down in front of you. staring into his eyes, you’d never been afraid of him. never truly.

you were now.

“who is that man?” tsu’tey asked in a lower, calmer voice than you expected.

“jake sully,” you said. you wracked your brain for anything else remotely useful. “he…he’s new to the avatar program like me. he is a marine.”

“marine?” tsu’tey asked.

“warrior.” you said.

tsu’tey seemed to scowl. he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “demon warrior ends up here? by chance? tell me truthfully and i’ll reward you with not killing you…has this man been sent here?”

“no,” you said. the word jumped from your throat. all you could do was shake your head. you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him him. “i— i mean…i don’t think so.”

“but he could have been?” tsu’tey asked.

“not by grace…”

your heart sank. grace would’ve never sent anyone to infiltrate the omatikaya— but quaritch would.

he could.

he already had…

jake was a marine just like him. it was too easy. it was too perfect— and it was a real possibility.

had you not given the colonel enough information? did you not have the skills to give him the kind of information he needed to know? did he tangle jake into this because jake could find out exactly what it is that he wanted to know?

how the hell to kill tsu’tey.

you stared into tsu’tey’s eyes and you both knew there was only one way to get answers.

“i need you to return to your body and find out what you can about how he ended up here. if his story matches with grace’s…maybe eywa has a a twisted sense of humor after all.” tsu’tey looked past you and spoke in a whisper, “if this demon warrior has been sent to spy, it wouldn’t be the first time your people have sent someone here to do such a thing.”

your stomach dropped. you knew all too well the kind of spies they sent to infringe on the na’vi. you knew, too, the kind of man who devised such a thing.

maybe jake really had been planted here…

“okay.” you exhaled a soft breath and placed your hand on you belly where the anxious pit sat. “alright…but if i go back now i won’t be able to come back until tomorrow.”

tsu’tey leaned in close and placed his hand on your tummy. your eyes fell closed as he dragged his lips across your forehead. the pain in your belly melted away like ice cream on a hot day. you exhaled the breath you held trapped in your throat.

“na’vi warriors are brave.” tsu’tey looked down at you and tilted his head. “are you brave?”

are you a na’vi?

that was the question he did not ask.

where do your loyalties lie, eris?

“hang tight, okay? i’ll be back as soon as i can.” you said softly, your breath all tangled in your chest.

“i don’t know what ‘hang tight’ is but i will know relief once i see you again.” tsu’tey said.

heat flooded your cheeks and your ears perked. your tail swayed and you knew your pupils were as wide as the moon you’d never see again. slowly, you dipped your head and signed, i see you.

tsu’tey dipped his head the slightest bit.

he could see you, too, even if he was stubborn.

“go.” he ordered with a stern wave of his hand.

and off you went.

— 🌌 —

each time you returned to your body, you grew to hate the lab lights even more. you pushed yourself out of your link-pod. a group of specialists were surrounding jake’s pod. his face was displayed on the screen beside it. grace was smoking a cigarette with a look of utter defeat plastered on her face.

how many idiots was she going to lose?

two.

because there were only two people stupid enough to get lost— you and jake.

“you’re back early,” grace said as you made your way over.

“what’s going on?” you asked through the dryness in your mouth. whether it was because you hadn’t had water since this morning or the fact that you were anxious, you couldn’t tell.

“the marine got himself lost and separated.” grace sighed. she put out her cigarette on the top of jake’s pod and shook her head.

“how?” you asked even though you already knew.

well, you knew what jake told you.

but was jake’s story the real story?

“we were out on an excursion gathering samples. tree roots so that i could test my new hypothesis on the almost neural-like connection the trees have to each other. we stumbled too close to a viperwolf den and it was like the seventh circle of hell opened up on us.” grace said.

she looked up at the screen displaying jake’s face and rolled her eyes. “for as hard as he is to work with in the lab, tactically he’s a blessing. our trigger-happy marine sprung straight into actions and kept norm from getting his face torn off.”

“the funny thing is,” grace tapped jake’s pod and looked down at you. “he didn’t even shoot a single bullet. he used himself as bait and angered the pack. he was gone into the trees. norm’s avatar suffered some nasty injuries. i couldn’t wait to bring him back and so we had to leave jake.”

“i’m just hoping the poor bastard is somewhere safe.” grace said with her lips pressed into a thin line.

“jake is in home tree.”

grace’s brows drew together and her lips parted— but no words came out. not a sound.

you’d never seen grace speechless before.

the cogs turned in her mind and she nodded once. “and you were sent back because there’s no way in hell you didn’t recognize him. i’m sure that did not bode well with your teacher, huh?”

you shook your head. “no, ma’am. tsu’tey is now questioning whether or not we’re being planted in home tree to…to spy on them…”

it was difficult for you to say.

grace pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips. she inhaled a long, slow breath. when she let it out, all the tension she held went with it.

“well, i can’t really blame a skeptic for being skeptical, can i?” grace ran her hand through her short ginger hair. whatever she was thinking, it made you even more nervous when she stared at the red button that would pull jake from his link-pod.

“what?” you asked. the silence was nearly killing you.

“tsu’tey and i share a similar fear. if selfridge finds out one of the marine mutts is now in home tree, he’s going to tell the colonel. if the colonel knows, he’ll use jake to his advantage— and the last thing i need is for miles fucking quaritch to get his hands anywhere near my program.”

“we need to go.” grace said. she looked down and you and seemed to hesitate. “pack whatever you need. we won’t be back here for a while.”

your brows drew together and you shook your head. “what? where are we going?”

“we’re going full blue.” grace turned and sucked in a tight breath. she cursed inaudibly. “sorry about this jake.”

grace slammed her hand on the red button.

a swarm of people rushed over and grace was quick to open the hatch. you saw her begin to shine a light into jake’s eyes before the two of them were swallowed up by white coats. slowly, you turned away. you had to pack.

grace was sending the team incognito to try and sway the iron grip miles quaritch would hold on jake if he found out where jake’s avatar was.

grace was worried about the wrong avatar driver.

because you were about to become the colonels spy in both bodies.

thank you for reading :) hope you enjoyed! and thanks for the patience, too. i wish i had more time to write but alas… see ya when i see ya :P —moony

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The other daughter|pt1

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Kirina, like any other day was tending to some injured na’vi. The ones that come from the war party always have a few injuries. She heard that Neteyam and Lo’ak got in trouble yesterday because they didn’t listen. She heard that Neteyam was injured but couldn’t attend to him, she was out, hunting.

Last night, Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak and spider were captured by a group of strange avatars. She was worried. That meant that something bad will happen.

Tuk ran to Kirina’s side with a worried look and so did Kiri. Neteyam and Lo’ak following after them. She glanced at them and smiled. Putting some finishing touches on the persons wound she send them off.

“What is it? Why are all of you look so worried?” She asked them, taking her sister’s hand in hers.

Kiri sighted and sat down next to her. Tuk followed afterwards, the boys stayed standing.

“Tomorrow… tomorrow we are leaving” Kirina looked at them confused.

“We are leaving?” She looked at her sister raising an eyebrow.

“No, no. Kirina, we are leaving. Mom, dad, Tuk, Lo’ak, me and Neteyam.” Kiri looked down to the ground taking her sister’s hand in her own.

“You are not coming with us” Kiri whispered. Sadness event in her voice.

“What?” Kirina looked at her sister with wide confused eyes. Her ears pinned against her head.

“I’m your sister. Why? Why can’t I come?” She squeezed Kiri’s hand looking at the boys and then Tuk.

“Mom and dad said that you’re not… family. That you aren’t… a sully.” Lo’ak replied quietly his head lowered.

Kirina quickly stood up, letting go of her sister’s hand. She turned around and started walking to Jake and Neytiri’s tent. Once she reached the knocked on the wood of the entrance. Neytiri and Jake saw her. Their faces in a frown.

“Why is my sister leaving? Why leave? Can’t I come?” She asked clenching her hands.

“You aren’t family. Can’t come. Kiri is daughter you are not” Neytiri said sharply. Continuing to pack her things.

“She is my sister! Flesh and blood! You can’t take her away!” She shouted. Tears forming in her eyes.

“Listen Kirina she is our daughter. We are leaving all of us. Our family, that doesn’t include you. You are her sister, not our daughter” Jake said grabbing her by her upper arms.

“We are not safe, do you understand? We have to leave” Jake looked Kirina in the eyes.

“Then take me with you” Kirina whispered. Tears threaded to fall down her face.

Jake scrunched his eyebrows before letting go of her and turning around, continuing to pack his and his children’s things.

“You aren’t family. We won’t take you” He replied.

It was harsh but it was true. She wasn’t a part of their family, nor did they consider her anything other than Kiri’s sister who was just… there. Kirina turned around and stomped out of the tent. Tears streaming down her face she walked to the lab where Max and Norm were.

She took an oxygen mask since she couldn’t breath human air like humans couldn’t breath na’vi air. Kirina walked to the incubator-like tank in the lab, where her mother, Grace, body was kept. She placed her hand on the glass looking at her with teary eyes.

“Mother…” She whispered, placing her forehead against he glass besides her hand.

“Mother what should I do.” Her nose scrunched as she bit her lip, trying to not burst out crying.

She was a tsakrem yes, she had Mo’at, the people. But if her sister leaves, if she leaves then everything will have no meaning. Her mother is “dead”. The only one she has is Kiri.

-

Kirina walked to the spirit tree. Taking her queue and connecting it to the tree, she sat on the grass. Listening to the spirit tree always calmed her down. Now it didn’t help. Like Kiri, Kirina had a strange connection to Eywa, deeper connection than most na’vi.

She stayed there till night. Listening to the great mother and praying that her sister would remain here.

Eventually Kirina stood up and broke the bond and called for her ikran. She gave her ikran the same name as Neytiri’s past ikran. Seze. She hoped that it could make them closer but it only made Neytiri madder.

Making the bond she hopped on top of Seze’s back. Instructing the creature to take her home to hallelujah mountain.

When she returned she went to her tent. Since she wasn’t a part of Sully family she had her own, where she lived alone. Climbing into her hammock she closed her eyes. Resting her tired mind.

-

Morning came and the Sully family woke up. Getting ready for the ceremony. Garden will take Jake’s position as Olo’eyktan will be passed to Tarsem.

After the ceremony the Sully family got on their ikran’s. Kiri didn’t have the heart to say goodbye to her sister. Because she knew if she saw her she wouldn’t be able to leave.

The ceremony took place, it happened, and Kirina wasn’t aware of it. She was sleeping peacefully.

-

Waking up Kirina noticed how peaceful it felt. It was quiet, almost too quiet. Getting out of her hammock she stretched her limbs. Finally she walked out of her tent going to greet her sister like every morning, only to find the Sully family tent empty.

The girl panicked. Did they really leave? Running to Mo’at’s tent she didn’t even knock, bursting in the tent with teary eyes she found Mo’at on the ground with a sad expression.

Then and only then did she understood. They left. They left. Her sister was with them, somewhere out there. Kirina covered her mouth crying in her palm. Her legs felt weak. She lost her, her other half, her sister, she lost her. The parents that she dreamed of the siblings she longed for are all gone.

Mo’at seeing that she might fall stood up and quickly went to her side hugging her shoulders as she wailed.

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What entities would Leon, Chris and Claire serve, unwillingly and/or not?

Leon is The Lonely

When Leon first entered the convenience store in RE2 he was encountered with a being he thought was human but was in fact a zombie, and the exact same experience happened in the RPD building. The only human contact he has is Claire (who is separated from him), Marvin (who becomes a zombie), and Ada (who betrays him.) Before RE2 he left his hometown and girlfriend to become a police officer in Raccoon City, which is a city he came to only to discover it empty and taken over by zombies. These all cover the “things that seem human but don’t have any personality to them”, and “travel”. The emptiness of the RPD building with only you and Mr X for company meets the silence manifestation, and the mass of zombies and Leon being isolated within them could be considered a “crowd”.

In RE4, he has a lot more connection with people (Ada, Ashley, Luis) but due to his indoctrination into the Lonely he is no longer capable of having any meaningful relationship with anyone. The Spanish village is filled with “fog”, crowds of brainwashed villagers/zombies (a manifestation of another manifestation), and the fact Leon goes to a country and village he’s never been to to be immediately persecuted fits the “travel” manifestation as well as fitting the concept of loneliness. His refusal to switch to Ashley’s detail, and to go along with Ada shows how he’s been overtaken by the Lonely.

I think Leon as an Avatar of the Lonely would actually be extremely similar to his experiences in RE2 and RE4, I think he would he stuck in a world created by The Lonely (or Peter Lukas due to his work with Umbrella), and the people he encounters would seem like zombies to him (when they aren’t), and as fog covers his surroundings.

Claire is The Flesh

Claire’s playthrough of RE2 shows that she is being constantly hunted by the Flesh and she is resisting it the entire way. It’s possible she’ll become an avatar somewhere down the line, but for now she is resisting it every step of the way. I know I just said zombies are depictions of the Lonely, but in Claire’s case they’re the flesh because they’re corpses which is also a manifestation of the Flesh. I think the main difference is they never really seem as human only for it to be shown they’re not to Claire like they do to Leon.

Claire’s story focuses a lot more on Brian Irons, a horrific serial killer who commits acts of necrophilia (which ties back to corpses again) and bestiality. Whilst this isn’t technically the meat related industry, or cannibalism, I think that the desires on Irons’ part are very similar. He doesn’t kill the animal’s for meat, but he rapes them and keeps them for his own entertainment (especially their corpses.) Especially given that he becomes infected from by the G virus which adds to the entities focus of “body horror”.

This brings us to how Claire is saving Sherry from the G virus and how Claire eventually kills Birkin and finds the antidote to save her. It is through Claire that we see Birkin’s physical transformation which definitely fits the category of extreme body horror.

If Claire was taken by the Flesh to become its Avatar, I think Chris would have to be infected with a specific strain of the G virus and pass it to her before she comes to Raccoon City looking for a cure but she ends up becoming a monster similar to William Birkin.

Chris is The Hunt

Chris being a member of STARS means he is a seasoned member of the police force which is strongly tied to the entity of the Hunt. This fits particularly well when you consider that whilst STARS is a combination of ex-military, police officers, and scientists under the jurisdiction of the RPD, its funding is private and it’s primarily focused on situations such as anti-terrorism, but is ran by Albert Wesker who is using it as a front to create/find the ultimate life form. This shows the corrupt and brutal nature of the police force, as well as the inherent bigotry (when one considers the almost eugenics method to Wesker).

Chris role in RE5, feels a lot more like he is specifically hunting Wesker, he is very focused on hunting him down because it will save Jill. Even when he’s encouraged to leave he is laser focused on that end. This matches the same character type of avatars of the hunt such as Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain from The Magnus Archives. Chris eventually kills Wesker and is not satisfied and calm until he does. His role is generally to hunt down monsters, which is exactly how Daisy (TMA) sees her role. This fits the plot of RE5 which feels less like a horror game and more as if it is within action, shooter genre.

As an avatar of the Hunt, I think Chris would be a lot more cruel and rough of a personality. I think he’d be dedicated to killing monsters but he would lose a sense of what is or isn’t a monster. He’d be too fixated on hunting down Wesker, which makes him far crueller. I think he’d begin to see well humans as zombies, animals as infected, and the like. He’d also start to develop more bear-like qualities, his nails becoming like claws and his teeth sharpening with him growing in height and weight.