#juni bb

[shea-like-the-butter]

Saturday, February 3rd 2024

In from the snow, your touch brought forth an incandescent glow ✨

[reshaaaxsimmies]

Yall... I did a thing ❤️

[fleursbending]

this is one of the lines i'm thinking of using in a future lo'ak request however it's just sooo.. 💔 to me i have to share it with u all. because pain!!

"The ocean willed by Eywa had gifted Lo'ak a second brother, knowing he was bound by unrelenting misfortune that he'd lose his very first."

[askinkiskarma]

andra, please.

WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS SO HOT HELPPP I’M ACTUALLY DERANGED

THE COMPLETE LACK OF A REACTION LIKE HIS SKIN DIDN’T JUST GET SLICED??

it’s like i could literally hear him go

“guess i deserved that.” i-

No cause i think it’s really hot too???!!! I have included blood and marking in so many of my smuts i’m a little concerned for myself ngl HAHAHAHAHAHAH but THANK YOU i’m so happy to be validated, like how hot is it that he’s just there smirking

Also i think he was secretly turned on by it but that’s just my little headcannon heheheheh 😩😈

[sungtaro]

[askinkiskarma]

Stop cause the plot twist at the end made me SCREAMMMM OMGGG

This was so good junieee 😩😩🫠🫠🫠

love realization #10 with “you’re so pretty...” “and you are drunk.” for Neteyam I just know you’ll EAT

stoppp you’re gonna make me blush omg!! i was so excited for someone to request this one eeee 🤭 first commission for the party! wc: 873

Neteyam x fem!na’vi reader

prompt: “you’re so pretty” “and you’re drunk” drunk flirty prompts #4

warnings: none!

Neteyam knew better. Honesty, he did. What kind of idiot challenges Lo’ak, of all people, to a drinking contest?

“Loser does the other’s chores for two weeks.”

“Oh, you’re on baby bro.”

It was lighthearted, at first. Realization quickly setting in that a celebration within the village like this was something that didn’t come around often; a chance for them to kick their feet up with zero worries of responsibility even rarer. And the large bonfire roaring in the middle of the common grounds, embers crackling amidst the steady hum of cheerfully sparked conversations, solidified that fact.

Couples, brothers, sisters, all sat around, enjoying each other’s company while the children had long ran off with their peers, eagerly urged by their parents to wear themselves out for the night with repetitive games of tag.

It was clear this was a time to relax, something that was usually unknown to the eldest sully. But a quick glance over at his parents, giggling and huddled up, served as ample reassurance. And with each swig from the leather bota bag Lo’ak had shoved into his hands just moments prior, he felt himself relaxing more and more.

You’re seated on a fallen log beside the swaying figures of the two sully boys, a little ways in the distance from the lively dancing bodies of fellow na’vi. It’s probably been going on for fifteen minutes now, the repetitive shoving and roughhousing between the brothers as they place their bets higher and higher on who can drink the most of the strong liquid. Your forehead almost aches from the amount of times your palm has smacked it.

Neteyam holds a weary hand up, nodding deeply and laggardly waving the limb in his brother’s direction as he urges himself to continue. “Alright, *hiccup* I… I got this. Just *hiccup* give me a second.” The statement comes out slurred and choppy, his free hand balanced on his knee to keep himself from falling over as he reaches out with the other to take the flask from Lo’ak’s hands— or struggles to, rather.

“Alright, that’s enough.” You quickly chime in at the sight of Neteyam’s dizzied state, leisurely leaning forward to snatch the bottle of fermented fruit from the hands of his challenger. Your movements were far from rushed, but Neteyam couldn’t have caught up with you even if he wanted to. “Congratulations, Lo’ak. You win.”

It’s painfully delayed, Neteyam’s reaction, that is.

“Wait, wait-“

But it’s too late, you’ve already dumped the remains of the liquid out in the bush behind you, and Neteyam tosses his hands up in the air in regards to you waving his white flag before he could even agree to it.

“Fuck yeah!” Lo’ak is quick to shoot up on his feet, a little too quickly, seeing as he stumbles a bit before catching himself. “Have fun scooping ikran shit, big bro.” His words are spoken at a teylu’s pace, a heavy hand lifting to his forehead as he signs a mock salute to his tipsy sibling.

You watch Lo’ak wobble away with a shake of your head, knowing he’s probably off to go challenge yet another victim to a game he’s never lost. A laugh was set to leave your lips, until you heard Neteyam groan and felt his body slump over into your lap.

His unfiltered weight is heavy in your hold, but you let him, nonetheless. He lazily shifts from his side to lay on his back, his head cradled in your open palm as you stare down at him with a quirked brow.

“God, why is everything spinning?” His eyes pinch shut and he drags his hands down his face before they move to rest over the steady rise and fall of his stomach.

“Maybe because you’re an idiot and tried to out drink your brother. Do you not remember how badly you lost to him last time? You couldn’t get out of bed for two days.” You tease.

His lids peel open and they narrow to glare at you for as long as he can keep up the offended act.

But with the way your hair cascades over your shoulders and frames your face, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you look down at him, he can’t pretend for long. His resolve crumbles in seconds, the slightly fuzzy image of you causing a goofy smile to spread along his flushed lips.

Your head tilts quizzically at his sudden change in expression and you go to tuck a strand behind your ear. “What are you smiling at?”

His lashes flutter and he gives you a sluggish shrug of his shoulders, pearly canines peeking through his boyish grin as his fingers reach to twirl a lock of your hair. And when he speaks, his words drag on much longer than they’re supposed to.

“You’re so pretty… Have I ever told you that?”

The sound of a hiccup cutting through his confession has your eyes rolling towards the stars, possibly to distract you from the fact that your face is heating up.

“And you’re drunk. Very, very drunk.” You giggle, gently brushing your fingers over the wispy baby hairs that peek from his hairline.

He hums, though it’s clear he’s not listening with the way his heavy eyelids fall closed in response to your touch. With a turn of his cheek, his head nuzzles against your thighs and closer to you, the soft graze of the tip of his nose below your navel nearly ticklish.

“I want you… want you, to be my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?” He drawls with a smack of his lips.

His arms wind around your waist, letting you know that he’s definitely about to pass out and trap you where you’re sat until he stirs from the drunken coma.

You sigh at that, and your forehead thanks you for showing mercy when you restrain yourself from smacking your palm to it again as you respond to the dozing man in your lap.

“We’ve been mated for two years, Neteyam.”

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated 💗

©teyums 2023

[sigalrm]

22. IKK BB Berliner Firmenlauf by Pascal Volk

[shea-like-the-butter]

Thursday, July 11th 2024

Lost in the rhythm, in the rhythm of your touch ✨

[fleursbending]

❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )

golden eyes

summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 2.8k contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic! notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!

paskalin : term of endearment oeyä tìyawn : my love tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles

masterlist | series

The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.

There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.

In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.

──

It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.

His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.

The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.

Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.

Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.

Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.

──

Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.

You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.

Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.

"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."

It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.

Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."

By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.

While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.

There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.

You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.

Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"

"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."

He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."

The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.

"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.

There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.

"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.

He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"

There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"

You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.

For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”

You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”

He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”

His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”

Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.

“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.

Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.

“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”

Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.

The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.

Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.

“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.

His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”

With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."

──

The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."

It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.

Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.

But your peace was short-lived.

The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.

"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.

You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.

"Kiri!" You exclaimed.

She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."

Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.

Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.

The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.

Your heart stopped.

On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.

Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.

You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."

What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.

You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.

Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.

His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.

"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."

Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.

His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.

Your prince did not know who you were.

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[fleursbending]

thinking abt this scene .... yeah !. HIS EYES SPEAK AND CONVEY SM.. first time i saw this scene i was like 😟🫢.

[askinkiskarma]

you are so underrated andra, seriously. your writing is phenomenal and i can’t wait for the next movie to come out so more people will come back or join the fandom and see it!

your works literally deserve to be hardcover published and sold in book stores and I won’t be surprised if that happens one day 💗

^my stages of reading this ask

Baby junie if it’s your goal to make me cry at 8 in the morning, bb you have succeeded hahaahha. I’m so emo and you’re too kind, i really don’t deserve this i promise!! 😩

I don’t think I’m underrated bb, i joined like in march or smth and look at the amazing community i have here!! There’s almost 2,5k besties and the most amazing mutuals i could have ever asked for and i’m so so so grateful to each and every one of you 💕💕💕

And i too am so excited for the new fans to join us and read all the incredible work that has amassed here in the last few months, honestly sharing this space with so many genuinely mindblowingly talented writers such as yourself is very inspiring!! 🥹🥹

Ilysm and i screenshot this cause it’s genuinely made my week.

[fleursbending]

actually gut wrenching actually crying my eyes out actually so in love with this family dynamic. YOU NEVER FAIL TO WOW ME AND AMAZE ME EMY. like if you could see me rn. TEARS! streaming like a waterfall....ughxjzjzj. such a nice touch how you made it so she thought she was in the afterlife with eywa oh man🥹 what to even say? i know im so late to this i apologise!! never getting over this version of dad!jake and twin!nete and momma!tiri. this is such a sweet masterpiece and i just! feel so satisfied?? yeah!

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝗺𝐞, 𝑴𝒂’𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈, 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗌𝗂𝗑.

𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁: 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒/𝗇 𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂’𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒’𝗌 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 & 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗒𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐. 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺’𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 (𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟪,𝟩𝗄

𝗮.𝗻: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽: “𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙” 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑, 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙭𝙞̀ 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 :)

𝗻𝗮’𝘃𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲: 𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘂: 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 | 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘅𝗮: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 | 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺: 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 | 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗶̀: 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾; 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 | 𝗺𝗮’𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻: 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇 | 𝘁𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗲: 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | (𝗺𝗮’) 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘆𝗶̀𝗽: (𝗆𝗒) 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝗜𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮: 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈��𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖺’𝗏𝗂 | 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘂: 𝖽𝖺𝖽 (𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆) | 𝗺𝗮’𝗶𝘁𝗲: 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗶𝘆𝘂: 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋 | 𝗢𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗲: 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 | 𝘀𝗮’𝗻𝗼𝗸: 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 | 𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆𝗹𝘂: 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽 | 𝘁𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻: 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 | 𝘀𝗮’𝗻𝘂: 𝗆𝗎𝗆 (𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆) | 𝗺𝗮’𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴: 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 || 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗉𝗑𝗂̀ 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗌𝗂𝗑 || 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

          That night, as the night sky settles outside of High Camp, Jake paces back and forth into the family pod, running a hand through his hair and over his face. Lines of fatigue crease his features, crinkles of worry ever so present in the corner of his eyes. For the first time since he landed on Pandora, nearly two decades ago, he does not know what to do. A father’s duty is to protect his family, but as the Olo’yektan of the Omatikaya People, he must also protect the People. As he looks outside through the crack in the flaps of the tent, he sighs and lets his thoughts wander to his daughter.

         When Norm came earlier, with Max, he had assured him that Y/N did not suffer from any internal injuries or broken bones. Jake had let out a relieved sigh then, but why wasn’t she waking up?

         Jake thinks of his daughter, and the memories of her, as he sits outside, looking out to the stars in the eclipse’s sky before the tears come. It blurs his vision, turns his breath short as his chest heaves and falls in painful movements. His heart squeezes beneath his ribcage, almost suffocating him as the worry grows in his mind. He feels helpless, unable to help his daughter. He failed in his duties as a father towards his daughter; he failed to protect her, the one thing he’d sworn to do the very night she was born and he held her for the first time, unaware that his first-born son awaited for him sixteen minutes after her.

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hi bb eun!! i dunno if you remember me but this is junipermuses (junie) <3 i deactivated some time ago (i had a lot of shit going on and kinda did it impulsively) and i miss you and the community so so much !! i hope you’re well :)

OMG the minute this ask popped up on my screen i let out the happiest little gasp bc!!! juuuuni friend, how ever could i forget you 🥺🥺 we miss you so so much around here!! were very worried when you deactivated and just hoped you were okay, thanks so much for stopping back in sweetheart 🩷 hope all is well and hope you’ve been taking care!! if you’d like to stay in touch please feel free to dm me for my discord, or we can figure out another way to stay connected 🎈 but if not too that’s okay!! just so so happy to see you 🩷

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"I MEAN, MAYBE IT'S BOTH . i think it could be both ." marti replies with a shrug, her head tilting with the words . their chin rests in the crook of their hand as they study juniper, humming before saying, " everyone has red flags, june . we can't be too judgmental here . especially considering her matching jacuzzi ." an arch of their brow . " the jacuzzi is pink by the way . and she's very generous with it ." marti has to take a moment to squint at juniper at the question, studying them with more thoughtfulness than the question probably warrants . "... red . i think it would really make your eyes pop ." marti smiles in approval before they're shrugging and adding, " you don't have to hide in a corner though . you could come ." she brightens and straightens with it, bending half way across the thrift store's front counter to exclaim, " we could double date !"

" is it really fate or is it the heart shaped pool blinding you to the red flags ? which , ironically , are the same color as the pool itself . " if marti's wellbeing wasn't at the top of juniper's priority list , they probably would have played along ; instead, affection morphs into a form of gentle criticism . " by the way , the adjectives primal and visceral do not make me feel better . i'm about to put on a wig and sit in the corner booth during your next outing . should i go platinum or red ? "