#they sing to eclipse as he sleeps

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Being regularly but unexpectedly doused with sea water is an occupational hazard of having a Sea Monster Spouse™️ but Eclipse doesn’t mind, he just loves when ur affectionate like that. Absolutely adores u

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

A few months old, but to complete the daily life shenanigans combo: Eclipse version

Aka my profile picture

[chisungie]

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[missterious-figure]

Peacock Eclipse: Regale Ass

Eclipse is the last of the trio of the Celestial Peacock Brothers. He doesn't always perform with Sun and Moon because he has his own private lounge he dances at. Normally, he starts at sunset, the dying rays catching in his beautiful red and bronze tail feathers, greatly enhancing their beauty.

He is also often busy with the wealthiest of patrons, which can by some time with him. In that time he may give the guest spa or simply sing them to sleep with his soothing voice.

When he isn't busy, he likes to catch up with his brothers, get messages from y/n, or just follow them around. He may be very well mannered, but he is a big flirt/tease. He knows he's hot and will use that to his advantage.

[thewritetofreespeech]

1000 Nights: Day 2 - The Morning After

WORDS: 2.1K

RATING: E

PAIRING: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

SUMMARY: The morning after their wedding, Gale & Tav finally get the chance to bond as husband & wife do.

Ao3 * 1000 Series

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A pleasant dream gives way to a more pleasant reality as the sun lifted, and with it the citizens of Waterdeep.

Gale awoke rather easily to the sun's gentle prodding, while Tav did not. He was fine to let her sleep. She'd be up soon enough. He debated about getting up to make them breakfast, as breakfast in bed seemed the perfect way to start their new life as husband & wife, but he just laid there and watched her for a bit. Enamored that this was all his now and reflecting back to that morning in the Elfsong, just before he proposed.

“Good morning.” Tav greeted him. Sleepy, yawning, but with a dreamy sort of smile that would make Gale’s knees weak if he were standing on them.

“Good morning….my wife.” Every morning, Gale would wake and say, ‘Good morning my beloved’, or some variation of the endearment. Today, however, for the first time ever, he could say ‘my wife’. And oh, how he just knew he would never get tired of saying that.

Tav’s smile broadened and she leaned into him to give him a kiss. It was lazy, slow. Like the sunlight slowly dripping in through the window. Gale knew he could spend hours kissing her like this.

He slid closer to her on the bed and felt Tav gasp into his lips when she felt him brush against her hip. “I guess someone else is up too.”

Gale smirked at her teasing and lifted the sheets playfully. Of course, he knew it was there. But seeing Tav’s naked body against the white sheets made his manhood rise with more intention than just because the sun was up. “I suppose he is.”

“You know,” his full attention returned to Tav when she gave him that coy little coo, “I’m not technically your wife just yet. Not legally. Since we haven’t consummated our marriage.”

“Oh, is that so?” His hand reached for her under the sheets. Pulling her leg up and over his hip. “Well, I am nothing if not litigious, my love. Let us rectify that immediately.”

Tav giggled just before he pulled her in for another kiss. More earnest than before but not nearly as intense as Gale knew they were going to get. All his desire from last night after the wedding came flooding back to him. Along with this almost….primal urge to claim her. He knew she had been joking, but that quip about her not being his yet needled at a possessive streak in him that he didn’t know he had. Maybe because no one had ever been truly and wholeheartedly his before.

Continuing to lay claim to her lips, Gale rolled him and Tav over so he was on top of her. Aroused at the feeling of his weight eclipsing over her; forearms and knees be damned. Her hands slid up from his sides up to his hair. Weaving into his long tresses. Holding there like a fish caught in a net. Gale moaned as he felt them against his scalp. A slight pulling here & there that was unintentional but, honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it was intentionally. He kissed her a bit longer; torn between wanting to just kiss her forever or move on to more pleasurable things. Sealing their lips with one final kiss, like the stamp of a seal on a roll of parchment, Gale moved down to kiss along Tav’s jawline and her beautiful neck. It was no wonder Astarion had gone for it that fateful night so many moons ago.

He kissed further down until he made it past her breastbone to her actual breasts. Tav arched slightly into his touch. Gale had mapped out this path for himself many times before now. They had not been chaste in their relationship before or after getting engaged, but the wizard seemed committed to learn everything anew. Take his time. Relearn all the spots, nooks, and crannies that made his beloved sing. Get to know his wife.

His tongue flecked out to brush against one already pebbled peak. Watching gooseflesh pucker up on the sensitive skin as her voice called out, “Gale” in the softest, sweetest sound he had ever heard. His left hand toyed with the other one before he switched sides and made room for his right. Gods, how did he ever get anything done around camp with these things just….around every night? How did he get anything done ever with this body parading around within his view? How had he waited so long before when now Gale couldn’t wait not 10 minutes before he had to be inside her?

He showed valiant restraint, however, in not just diving in like a sex crazed novice, and instead made his way further down to his favorite spot on her body. The cradle of life. Her jewel. Some…other manner of poetry about female anatomy. It was getting very hard to think of any with her scent and apex so close to him.

Gale pulled back from peppering kisses along her inner thigh to look at her. Outer lips glistening. Almost quivering with excitement & arousal for him. Her juices beading up like dew while its owner laid back with her eyes closed and hands twisted in the sheets, waiting for him. What manner of brute would he be to keep his lady waiting for him any longer.

With one long swipe, his tongue laved over her entrance. Tav bowing off the bed once he had reached her clit and used just the tip now to tease it. Gale never considered himself much of a musician, although he wished he was at times. He could play the notes, of course, but he couldn’t make music; hence why he let the piano play on its own. But with Tav he could pluck the sweetest sounds out of her. The music she made as he worked her open, his tongue lapping at her while his fingers slid inside to get her ready for what was to come, was better than any ballad he had ever heard prior.

“Oh Gods Gale! Don’t stop…” He had no intention of stopping. Only death could stop him, and honestly, he’s decided it would be a pretty spectacular way to go. Nestle into her cunt, surrounded by her scent, her body & legs quivering around him as she threatened to cum any moment. If Gale could choose how he died, this would be his preferred method; right after passing away peacefully in his sleep from very old age with a book and imported bottle of wine.

Soon enough Tav’s ‘threat’ became a reality and she came for him. A wordless cry and arch of her back. He continued to work her through the tremors. Drinking in her wetness. Not slipping his finger free until her inner walls stopped pulsing around him, and not pulling back until she had gone completely still under him.

Gale lifted up to admire his handiwork and was quite pleased (and aroused) to see the state of his wife. No, not his wife. Not yet anyway.

Gale shifted closer on his knees before lifting Tav’s hips and lining himself up with her sopping entrance. She reached for him as he pushed inside, still tight despite his workings on her, as they moaned together. Once fully inside, Gale just rested there for a moment. Partly for the simple, practical application of he needed to calm down; or their consummation would be over about as quickly as a blink. But also wanting to feel all of this around him and commit it to memory. They were one now. Officially. Husband and wife. Together forever. Gale thought he might weep for a moment, as he was a very emotional man, but there were more pressing matters than his tears.

“Gale…please…” Tav squirmed under him. Clearly not as satisfied to just hold his cock inside her but be properly sated by it.

Gale chuckled against her ear, then kissed it. “You never are patient are you….my wife.” Tav let out a long, loud moan at his comment. But perhaps that might have been because he slid his hips back and then thrust back into her. He liked to think it was both.

They made love like it was the first time. Only better now, because Gale didn’t feel so awkward touching her in this human body with human hands. No longer shy and seeking, but confident. Masterful, even, as Gale had made every effort since that first time to learn what she liked and put it into practice. He was an academic at heart.

Gale also made every effort to keep this going as long as possible, while Tav clamored at him with kisses and touches. “Ah…! Gale! I’m gonna cum again!”

“Not yet,” he usually doesn’t deny her anything, but he wanted them to cum together this time. Tav let out a depressed groan as he caught her lips in some version of a kiss. “…Not yet…”

Tav seemed to listen, for about two seconds at least. She then wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer. Gale let out his own groan as he knew that she knew what that did to him. Then she just went ahead and played downright dirty by pulling him down by his hair for another kiss, but pulling his hair in a way that sent a shiver down his spine and right to his balls. It was over very quickly after that.

They laid together in a tangle mass of limbs. Sated and satisfied. Kissing softly in just enjoyment of the moment and each other. Gale pulled back to look at his wife. Tucking back a lock of her hair to get a full view of her face. “Beautiful.”

Tav scoffed lightly at him. “You always say the sweetest things, Gale Dekarios.”

“Well, it’s easy to drip honey when one so sweet is beside you,” ooo…honey, that gave him some ideas, “Mrs. Dekarios.”

Tav’s face broke out in a grin. So sweet, so shy, so bashfully jovial that Gale had to kiss her. There was really no other option. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“Anything you want.” Gale told her. “Although, this was my plan for the rest of the day.” Tav playfully pushed him a little, thinking he was joking. He could assure her, he was not; not entirely anyway. “We could stay here,” again, part of his plan, “or we could go see the city. Continue moving your things in.”

In the fuss of the wedding, they had almost completely neglected moving Tav’s things in. Though she didn’t have much at this point. Tragically, the hero of Baldur’s Gate was left without a home as it was destroyed by the invasion of the Elder Brain like so much of the city. Her integrity and steadfastness to save the city apparently did not extend to her own four walls. “It’s just a house” she told him. Then pack up what little they could salvage from the rubble and embers, before they left for Waterdeep. He sometimes wondered if that maybe had not been one of the reasons she accepted his proposal, both for marriage & to live in his hometown with him, so quickly. He certainly hoped it was for love.

Tav groaned dramatically and rolled away from him to lay flat on her back. “Chores? During our honeymoon?” Gale is not ashamed to admit that the smile on his face at the word ‘honeymoon’ was positively giddy. “I don’t think I want to go into town today and deal with….people. Staying here sounds tempting, but I’ll need to stretch my legs soon.” Gale held his tongue to keep back any lewd comments that came to mind about ‘stretching her legs’. He was a gentleman after all, though Tav made him feel things of a very ungentlemanly fashion. “I can’t decide. I don’t remember being this indecisive before.”

“It’s easy to be decisive when there are so few options in front of you.” Gale reasoned. “The burden of choices.”

A few seconds later, the decision was made for them as Tav’s stomach growled. Gale’s rumbling in tandem almost like a sympathetic yawn. “Why don’t we work on breakfast.” He said as he slid out of bed. “After that the day, and world, is our oyster.”

“Ooo, oysters….Ok, sounds like a plan….husband.”

Gale stopped. Like he had been struck by something. Then he pounced back into bed and back on his wife. Kissing her fiercely as she shrieked and giggled. He decided they could make plans for lunch instead.

[sourtomatola]

Villainous trio drabble

1700-ish words (based off this pic) @villainoustrioau @crees-a

Solar grunted with the turn of a screw. His latest project was almost done, but now, he was feeling like getting a cup of coffee.

He was already standing when he stretched his endo as far back as he could bend. His door shut in that moment, making him jump from the sudden break of his conversation. Eclipse Sulked in tiredly, dragging his slippers across the floor and barely giving Solar a glance.

Eclipse was the one who was apart of the group without his own will involved. Solar felt bad for him, but understood that it was the reason Jigsaw had built him. His lanky lumbering body hunched in exhaustion as he wordlessly dragged himself to Solar’s desk, crawling underneath. He grabbed the sol pillow that the mechanic had left there for him and curled up. Comfort wasn’t his priority, he just needed rest and silence.

Solar paused his quest for coffee and walked back to his desk, where Eclipse settled in. Solar said nothing, knowing that Eclipse was often exhausted from the constant chattering and singing Jigsaw subjected him to. Solar held out his hand and gave his counterpart’s back a gentle stroke.

Eclipse tensed up for a second before carefully relaxing and letting out weary sigh. Solar continued to rub his back gently, careful to not chip his paint or cause anymore new cracks to his casing. He knew the Ruin Virus was tough on the guys body, and was only trying to offer quiet comfort. Eclipse accepted it thankfully, or at least didn’t have the energy to argue, and just fell asleep under the desk.

Solar stared at him a minute, marveling at how well built he was, despite the ruin virus. Jigsaw really built him strong, no doubt knowing what the virus would do to him. Solar silently wished he could have given Jigsaw an alternative way to control Eclipse, but he had none, and there was no cure.

He stood up and let his fans vent a moment in a relaxed sigh before he made his way back to the coffee maker. As he poured himself a cup, he could hear Jigsaw in the other room, chittering in giggles and other mutterings. Solar knew this meant he was charging now. While most animatronic’s charged much like they were sleeping, Jigsaw got a bit quirky.

He heard the sound of claws scraping against the floor and glanced into Jigsaw’s room. He let out a sigh, seeing the other type of daycare attendant model laying on the floor, instead of the couch he usually slept on. The broken animatronic’s endo exposed fingers scuffed noisily against the floor.

Solar leaned against the wall, watching his little leader writhe and flinch in his sleep. He swirled his coffee in his mug before taking a sip and setting it aside, making a choice. He stepped back into his leader’s room and gently scooped up the shorter animatronic, gently placing him on the couch.

Jigsaw’s bell on the end of his hat chimed, making Solar pause, staring at the familiar blue nightcap. Solar’s eyes narrowed at the hat, thinking of the one he kept close because of it’s own significance. Specifically, the passionate killing of his own Moon.

He didn’t regret it. Not one bit. He had many regrets, oh, so many, but he has never once lost sleep over that nightcap trophy in his room. If anything, seeing the unmoving stares made him rest deeper.

He made sure Jigsaw was comfortable before standing again and grabbing his coffee on his way back to his lab. When he got there, he glanced under the desk to see Eclipse Undisturbed. Satisfied, he sat back down and got back to work.

Occasionally, Eclipse would let out a soft moan in his sleep. Solar reached his leg over and rubbed Eclipse comfortingly with his foot, like a dog under the table. Eclipse would settle and Solar would unconsciously continue to gently comfort his counterpart, the rhythmic rubbing motion easing them both in a peaceful routine.

Solar got up to get another bolt from his supply box, scooting his chair away to keep it out of Eclipse’s way. He heard the taller bot moan again, but he tried to pay it no mind. He heard another moan as he was away from his desk, but ignored it until another came, accompanied with a low growl.

Solar looked back at the desk to see Eclipse squirming in his sleep, groaning and clawing at the floor, his fierce claws leaving deep gnashes in the cement ground. Eclipse started to pant, a sure sign that his hunger was growing. Solar tensed at the realization.

“Uhhh...Jig?” Solar called softly to the other room. He hoped their leader would hear him and get his creation the substance he needed to avoid any unforeseen incidents.

Eclipse woke with a start, making Solar flinch. The Lanky animatronic let out a soft snarl as he started to look around his cushion. He was looking for something to eat. Something to kill.

“Jig!” Solar called louder. “Jig! Need some food in here!” He yelled.

Eclipse’s eyes shot to Solar, making him tense up. The metal beast lumbered out from under the desk and stood up, still hunched over. Solar knew his current position. It wasn’t a slouch. It was a hunting crouch.

Solar knew he didn’t have the blood that Eclipse was carving. He knew that feasibly, he wouldn’t be a victim of Eclipse. Eclipse wasn’t just a rabid animal, biting at everything anyways. The virus did enhance his feelings though, including hunger, which was dangerous in any sense.

“JIG!” Solar yelled louder.

“Oh Solar solar, sing my name~ It would not make me hurry faster, all the same~” Jigsaw giggled as he swayed into the room.

Eclipse’s tense posture relaxed slightly, but he still growled roughly. Solar’s fans sped up with relief, letting himself vent as Jigsaw brought in a bag filled with red raw meat.

“There you are dahling, have a good nap?” Jigsaw asked as he came over and scratched under Eclipse’s chin.

Eclipse gave out a low warning growl, despite not having the ability to do anything about it. He Physically couldn’t bite the hand that fed him. He instead tried to reach for the bag, but Jigsaw pulled it away from him.

“Ah ah~ Act like a dog, and you get treated as one.” Jigsaw snickered. “Now then, sit.”

Eclipse’s growl grew louder, frustrated.  “I’m not a dog!” He snarled.

Jigsaw’s face didn’t change from his pleased smug expression. “Sit.” He commanded again and held up the bloodied bag, giving it a taunting shake.

A small bit of drool left Eclipse’s lips as he stared at the bag. He quickly wiped it away in frustration before clenching his fists and falling to his knees harshly. He was still quite a bit taller than Jigsaw. He stayed on his knee’s until Jigsaw rose his eyebrows expectantly. Eclipse huffed angrily, but sunk back into a sitting position with his legs folded flat against the floor. Now he sat just a touch shorter than Jigsaw.

Eclipse’s fists clenched into his pants, almost seeming to tear them, but not quite. Solar silently hoped he wouldn’t have to fix them if he did.

“Theres a good boy!” Jigsaw praised and gave the humiliated starving bot a gently pat on the head. He opened up the plastic bag and pulled out a misshapen bloodied steak. Eclipse tried to grab for it but Jigsaw stopped him again. In embarrassed frustration, Eclipse slammed his fist to the ground, letting out an angry roar. Solar flinched but grabbed for his coffee instead of complaining.

Jigsaw just grinned as he calmly watched eclipse Expression of fury over his situation. He waited for Eclipse to settle down for a second before he began to hand feed Eclipse the steak.

The beastly animatronic scarfed down the meat ravenously, his hands catching the blood that leaked from it. He then licked away the blood from his own hands, searching for more blood to feast on. He looked to his master’s hands before grabbing Jigsaw’s wrists and licking the blood from them next, refusing to let anything go to waste. Jigsaw giggled from the tickling licking sensation but stood still, letting Eclipse lick off all he could.

Blood seeped between Jigsaw’s joints. He didn’t seem to mind, but Eclipse growled at the escaping drip and put his lips to the joints to try to suck the blood back out. Jigsaw’s expression turned from pleased to smug as he watched Eclipse effetely kiss his fingers, every joint, desperate from more blood to quell his hunger.

Solar quietly drank his coffee as he watched their ritual of master feeding his servant.

At last, Eclipse pulled back, looking to the floor in humiliation of his behavior.

“There now, are you satisfied?” Jigsaw asked. Eclipse refused to look at him but nodded. “Would you like to go back to sleep?” Another nod. “Well then, I’ll leave you to it then~ I’d like some alone time as well. Sleep tight~”

Jigsaw left the room with a wave, humming a tune to himself as he did. Solar watched Eclipse sit quietly for a moment, seeming to let the shame seep in and settle. His hungry growls gone, leaving the room in silence again.

Instead of standing up again, Eclipse merely crawled back under the desk, facing away from Solar as he curled up. Solar picked up his project and set it on the desk above Eclipse before sitting down. Neither of them moved for a minute before Solar once again reached out his foot and gently stroked Eclipse’s back.

Eclipse let out a tired sigh before relaxing again. Solar glanced to his mug of coffee that he had left across the room. He rubbed his tired optics and took off his goggles, deciding to forsake his coffee. He leaned forward on his desk, staying seated but relaxing his faceplate in his arms on the table in a resting position. It wouldn’t hurt to shut his eyes for a bit as well.

Underneath the desk, he felt a clawed hand touch his ankle, gently grasping it, thumb rubbing against his joints and plating. Solar smiled sleepily before the world went back.

Art for this

[neteyamssock]

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂

★ ˙🧷 ̟ pairing: neteyam x fem!reader

★ ˙🧷 ̟ summary: when you thought nothing could be more devastating than his death.

★ ˙🧷 ̟ wordcount: 0.6k (a drabble)

★ ˙🧷 ̟ content warning/tags: agedup! characters, established relationship, major character death, angst, a lil plot bunny (about tsaheylu), implied attempted su!cide (just implied, but be warned), unexpected pregnancy, grief, mourning.

★ ˙🧷 ̟ text divider credit to @/enchanthings

MASTERLIST

When Neteyam returned to Eywa’s embrace, as his mate, you felt the world had turned gray. The tsawke no longer shines, the eclipse had become a lot colder without his presence by your sides. Oftentimes, you would wake up with your face full of tears, not even remembering what you have dreamt before. You’d sit alone in the shore of awa’atlu, hoping that after blinking he’d still be standing in the water, playing with Tuk and Kiri. You’d sing his songchord every morning, savoring the bittersweet taste in your tongue as you call his name. 

Neytiri understood your pain, as she would join you in singing his song. A mother and a wife who both lost a big chunk of their heart. She’d lull you back to sleep every time you wake up in distress, calling for Neteyam’s name, begging him to stay. She’d cry with you, and you’d look at her face that resembles him so much, and you’d cry even further.

Everyone is mourning in their own ways, even those who loves to laugh and too innocent for this world had turned silent, crying when she misses her older brother.  At times, you’d wake up and ask yourself, why still go on? Why keep living when your lifeline had already left you behind? What’s the point of deluding yourself that you can keep going, when’s he’s the only reason you’re fighting? 

You thought nothing could be more devastating than this. Waking up knowing the space beside you will no longer be warm, no arms to hold your waist, no lips to whisper sweet nothings to your ears as you bask in bliss. You thought nothing could destroy you how his passing had shattered you to pieces.

“You’re with a child,”

The sinking feeling in your stomach became an abyss that swallowed you whole. Just when you’re about to be free, he shackled you to life of pain once again.

“N-no! It can’t b-be! Please tell me its not true!” You let out a wail, pain tearing through you as you call for him. Neytiri cried with you, hugging you as you flail in disbelief. She’s trying to calm you down, but how can you? How can you calm down knowing that another child in his world would live without a father? How can you calm down knowing that he’ll never be there to teach your child the way of the world?

How can you care for another life when you’re barely able to stop the crumbling of your own?

“They said that pregnant na’vis will always be in constant pain, and the only way to ease the pain is to have tsaheylu.’Teyam, I’m scared…”

“I’d always be there, yawne. You do not have to be afraid.”

“Liar…he’s a liar, LIAR!” You screamed as you continued hitting your stomach. You want it out. It cannot live. It cannot!

“______ please, stop! Please, i’m begging you!” 

He said he’ll always be there with you every step of the way. He said he’d never abandon you. He said not even death could take him away from you. When he was kissing you he’d whisper that he’ll do everything to be with you forever, that he will never make you experience pain and sadness. But he’s simply a liar. He abandoned you. He made you feel pain worse than death. All of the things he said were lies. He left you to deal with the world of pain, leaving you alone in this dark world. 

And now, he even left you a child. How cruel, Neteyam. How cruel of you.

Why did you leave me alone? How can you do this to me? Don’t you love me? When you promised me an eternity you didn’t say you wouldn’t be there with me. When you promised me a big family, you said you’d build them with me.

But now i’m alone. With this child you left behind.

Just when I was about to follow you, you gave me another reason to stay living in this world of agony. 

[peachyfnaf]

Do you have any Eclipse (TSAMS) headcanons?

• Simultaneously the most touch starved and touch averse person you've ever met. He is fr like a cat- if you touch him without permission you're getting bit, but if he let's you touch him and you don't you touch you are Also getting bit. Either you gotta Speak Eclipse or get bitten until you Learn The Language

• Purposefully stops his rays from spinning when he's happy. The only way to get him to spin his rays is if you catch him when he thinks he's alone, or if he trusts you with his life. So good luck with either of those

• I KNOW this man sleeps with a stuffed animal, if not multiple stuffed animals. I feel it in me BONES. Maybe even a blank body pillow, too. Again, he's touch starved

• Just like Sun, he also has cats, but he's actually good at hiding them. They're named Missy and Asteroid. (Both are nick-names of their full names, Missile-Launcher and Asteroid-Destroyer)

• Highkey he's not the worst at singing. He's not a superstar, but give him something soft, slow, and in his range and he'll actually surprise you with how good he sounds

• When alone, he has shrimp ass posture. Candy cane ass posture. Lowercase r ass posture. Thank god people bother him so much and therefore force him to appear Tall because if they didn't he'd develop robot scoliosis

• As we've seen, he's actually not that bad with kids. At least, when he only has to deal with a few at a time and not be overwhelmed with them. Give him 1-4 to take care of and those kids will be pampered, both because Eclipse needs to feel that he's the best at it, and also because the dorito does, indeed, care

• F.C. called him Uncle one time when sleepy and Eclipse thought about that for weeks after. He almost cried about it but simply buried himself in work to not think about it instead <3

• He watches SAMS and LAES, but mostly LAES. He wants to keep in check with Earth, and keep an eye on Lunar. He finds the gameplay videos on both channels the funniest, cause' he likes to scream at the screen whenever one of the Celestials do something dumb

• A small part of him will forever miss the main dimension. He has so much baggage there that it makes sense why he felt the need to leave, but that doesn't stop him from going back and watching old SAMS videos every once in a while. He's watched the EALS takeover more times than he can count. His favorite is the Haunted House Cleaning video game episode

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Lilia please impart some sage wisdom to Fellow like how Uncle Iroh gave advice to the one guy that tried to mug him in Ba Sing Se. He fr needs some guidance counseling

I wrote this one while running on like 4 hours of sleep so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense 🤡

So tell me, do you wanna go?

Fellow nearly leapt out of his own skin at the figure that descended, upside down, from a tree. They were short, with choppy bangs streaked with magenta, his irises the same bright color, his vest a neon green. But youthful as the student seemed, his voice was as ancient and as deep as a starry night sky.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Lilia drawled. “If it isn’t Fellow and young Gidel. It has been quite some time. How goes it? I certainly hope you boys have been behaving yourselves.”

"W-We've been just fine and dandy, I assure you!" Fellow instinctively took a step in front of Gidel. He provided the broadest smile he could muster in that moment. "And you've been in good spirits as well, I presume?"

"Oh, I'm fit as a fiddle, as you can see." The fae swung, righting himself and expertly landed beside Fellow. Gidel clapped, as if applauding a acrobatic performance, but stopped when Fellow shot him a withering look. "Now then, what brings you to our side of the island, hmm? Surely you're not simple tourists."

"Call it temporary residence."

"Temporary residence!" Lilia echoed, his eyes set glimmering like jewels. "My, that takes me back. I was a globe trotter back in my day too, you know. Lived the nomadic life, going wherever the wind took me."

Fellow stared at him as though he had just sprouted a third eye on his forehead. This guy's got a baby face, but he's talkin' like an old geezer... (If Lilia noticed, he wasn't bothered and continued, unfettered.)

"It's wonderful to meet new people and to experience new cultures," he said dreamily. "You learn so much, even from the humblest and most simple of folk. And such interesting stories they shared, kufufu. I’d like to depart on another trip, but I’m afraid school’s got me preoccupied.”

Fellow found himself frowning. He scanned Lilia up and down—the smart uniform, his high-waisted pants, shoes polished. Neat and sweet, likely another privileged kid vacationing on daddy’s dime.

When you’re poor, they call it trashy. When you’re rich, they call it ‘taking time off to discover yourself’.

“Must’ve been real nice for ya,” Fellow muttered under his breath. The brim of his top hat fell down, eclipsing his grimace. “You can choose to stay put or leave for a new place whenever you want. It’s not really an option for us.”

“Ah, but it’s not about the frequency of travel but what you gain from it.” Lilia lifted an index finger. “For example, did you know that sleeping with an uncovered mirror directly at you is bad feng shui in the Land of Crimson Long? They also have an awe-inspiring tale about a woman that took her father’s place in the military and saved the whole country.”

Gidel listened to him intently, ears perking up.

Lilia noticed, his mouth quirked. “Oh? I trust you’ve yet to visit. You should sometime, it’s a lovely place.”

“Maybe one day, though we never stay for too long. The locals, as you can probably imagine, always come to realize they aren’t fans of us.”

“If you opened your hearts to them, then surely…”

“We don’t have that luxury,” Fellow replied, a bit of ice to his words, “unlike you. The world isn’t that kind to us.”

Lilia quieted. His expression shifted, turning several shades more serious. “… Oh dear. I knew a man like you once. He was lost too. Angry, confused, despairing—and lashing out at the world and the people he believed had wronged him, denied him happiness.

“One day, while wandering in the darkness, he came upon a patch of moonlight. It lit the way and led him out of the thicket he had been trapped in for so long.”

That man was…

Lilia smiled softly.

“We cannot turn back time, but we can make the most of what we have left. If I may ask just one thing of you… live on. Look for that moonbeam in the night, that what brings you happiness. Protect it, treasure it, nurture it—so that it may, someday, see the sun.”

Lilia gave a gentle nudge to Gidel, causing the boy to stumble. He caught Fellow’s arm to balance himself.

“And if you can do that for one person, then it’s possible for you to do that for everyone. This world needs more love… not war.”

Fellow shook his head indignantly, but he supported Gidel by the back all the same. “I don’t get a lick of that. Love, war… whatever it is, it’s not my problem. We just gotta get by.”

“Someday, you’ll understand,” Lilia said with a terse laugh. “For now, I think you’re doing absolutely fine as you are. You’re the dynamic duo, never one without the other.”

Fellow smirked, his canines proudly protruding. “Hmph. You’re damn right we are.”

[naffeclipse]

I HAVE THR GREATEST IDEA!! Raindeer centaur!Y/n with orca!Eclipse and she finds two calves of sun and moon raindeer centaurs and bring to eclipse how would he react??

Oh my gosh, Reindeer Centaur Y/N!! You'd have a thick, brown coat and velvet horns. Strong and stout, you traverse the ice and snow with a silent forbearance.

Eclipse sees you before you ever see him. He's immediately enamored by the beautiful centaur trotting around snowbanks—he has to see you up close! It takes patience, but he follows from the coast, and he's rewarded. He finds you. He introduces himself the only way he knows how.

You kneel at the water's edge, hooves folded underneath your body as you wash your hands in the thick salt. The taste warns you to not drink it, but it does well cleaning away the sweat and grime from constantly moving. You lower your hands, cupping a gentle handful to wash the fine, velveteen fur of your neck when you realize a face is staring at you from below the surface, grinning.

You slowly straighten where you sit and he follows, emerging from the water in soft splashes and a gleaming gaze. He sizes you up as if deciding where to take the bite first. You, calmly, regard him, and listen to his gushing of how beautiful and handsome you are! He flicks his tongue over his teeth when he tells his name. When you share your own, you study how his claws thrum against the ice and how intently he locks eyes with you.

He often calls you 'my dear' and adores touching your antlers and stroking your thick, velvet fur. You take your time letting him close. When you're not racing along the ocean shore, you'll watch Eclipse breach, showing off with grandiose splashes before he pops up to catch your reaction.

On one rare occasion, he convinces you to lie down on your side, four cervine legs sprawled out, and lay your head on his stomach. You're both quiet the sight, a centaur and a siren, sprawled close together, but you don't mind his claws petting through your hair and scratching between your antlers so long as he's gentle. He sings you lullabies that lull you to sleep (you swore you wouldn't drift away so easily but he had other plans.)

When you're ready, you stroke his head fins and touch his flukes. He's practically beaming under your interest and snowflake-soft palming. He melts when you allow him to press his cheek against the velveteen fur on your reindeer half. He's clingy, but you gradually settle into his constant touches and affectionate affirmations with your treasured time.

Later, much later, when you cross a field, and discover two small bodies with bumbling cervine legs struggling through the snow, you calmly take a calf of beige and buttery yellow colors, and the other, blue metal and silvery, under your arms. They're just old enough to hold themselves up. They bawl, not yet having found their words. The twins nuzzle into your fur. It's not a pretty picture—two abandoned centaur young, but it's nothing you and Eclipse can't handle.

He accepts them without hesitation as you thought he might. It's not a question of acceptance but a matter of finding the right manner in which to tend to the children. You gently point out to Eclipse how the nub markings show how the buttery-yellow babe will have horns like a blossom of petals or a fan of sun rays, and the blue metal babe will have a singular horn like a shooting star or the crescent curve of the waning moon.

(He names them Sun and Moon, and you agree; it fits them fine.)

Eclipse watches over the three of you at night, quietly lapping at the ice's edge while you hold the babies close and provide them with warmth. (Eclipse laughs when the babes attempt to suckle on you, much to your bemusement.) During the day, he stows away though never too far and you find good moss and ferns that Sun and Moon can nibble on. You watch over them, minding predators and coaxing them to stabilize their gangly legs and hold themselves high. Evening falls, and you reunite. Eclipse plays with them tenderly, keeping them from falling into the sea but stimulating them to build their strength and their mind. They take to you both, much to your silent fondness. It's an odd little sight, but you're a family.

You wouldn't have chosen any other.

[lvrcpid]

boyfriend hcs!

includes : neteyam. lo’ak. ao’nung. rotxo.

authors note : this is just a filler post while i work on other things

neteyam

he’s constantly taking care of you. you have a tendency to overwork yourself a lot and neteyam is the first to catch onto this, he definitely pulls you away from whatever you’re doing to make sure you’ve eaten and gotten proper rest. if you’re stubborn about it, he will sit on you until you agree to rest.

he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable around you. neteyam isn’t the type to put on a front in front of his partner. if he’s upset, it will show. you’re his shoulder to cry on and he’s so grateful to you for that. he loves the fact you never judge him when the stress of being the oldest gets to him. he isn’t afraid to ask for a hug when he really needs it, sighing and melting into your arms as he does so.

lo’ak

he’s always getting giving you gifts. lo’ak is very awkward and afraid of embarrassment so when he wants to express his love to you, you will always find bracelets and necklaces on your pillow. he definitely pays attention to things you like and don’t like. you like the color purple? expect a purple beaded necklace on your pillow by eclipse. he may or may not have made himself a matching one.

he loves making you laugh. lo’ak is a jokester, everyone knows this. it’s what drew you to him in the first place. of course you thought he was just being funny for show but no, this is his personality. he definitely makes jokes at the wrong time which results in you slapping his leg with your tail. when you guys were alone you busted out into laughter.

ao’nung

he will always defend you. ao’nung was weary of you in the beginning, constantly calling you a freak but once he got to know the real you , all of that stopped. of course his friends are still assholes so they periodically mess with you, but ao’nung is quick on their tails to defend you and tell his friends to back off.

he remembers the little things. ao’nung likes to play dumb with you. he will mess with you and play around like he forgot things you told him about yourself when in reality he retains every word that comes from your mouth. he took you to a waterfall once because you mentioned that you always wanted to see one..2 weeks ago. of course you cried cause you didn’t think he was listening that intensively.

rotxo

he sings to you. rotxo is a great singer in my head. he’s always in your lap humming or singing when doing daily chores with you. something tells me that he’s always singing lullabies that were once sung to him as a child to you when you can’t sleep or when you’re upset.

he cheers you on. rotxo is your biggest cheerleaders he always has the biggest smile on his face and cheering the loudest when you race ao’nung or even when you succeed in weaving a basket. your accomplishments are his accomplishments and no matter what he will always be proud of you.

[discordiansamba]

conventional werewolf AU zuko is still really funny to me because he hits all the stock werewolf tropes.

he can spread the curse by biting people (accidentally bit zhao in the north pole. solved this by mauling him to death)

gets burns from silver (no this scar isn't from my traumatic childhood, one of the teapots at pao's was silver)

changes with the full moon (guy who obsessively tracks the moon's movements. uncle we have to delay getting on the ba sing se ferry. it overlaps with the full moon)

enhanced senses (the avatar's that way. I can smell him.)

increased physical strength (you know how zuko is already strong in canon? yeah. the gaang watches him deadlift chit sang with one hand. oooooh he was holding back this entire time. he doesn't need sokka's help to make the jump to the gondola.)

(zuko: the avatar's twelve. if I punched him I'd probably break his spine. which would have been helpful but it would just feel mean.

suki: ...and burning down my village didn't?

zuko: ...I can't defend myself against that one.

suki: I'll forgive you if you spar with me at full strength.

zuko: ...yeah okay. you can probably take it.)

accelerated healing. (you're not just imagining it. he can take a lot of punishment.)

(getting shot by lightning still HURTS)

possessor of really sharp canines (guy who kept cutting his lip those first few months)

lethargic during the new moon (uncle cancel all my appointments. i'm sleeping for the rest of the day)

less stock tropes but still funny things to mention:

every single time he transformed back during his ponytail era, he did so with a fine coating of fuzz on his head. he had to keep stubbornly shaving it off every time.

lifehack: have less hearing in your left ear? your hearing is better in wolf form. just grow wolf ears when you're human if you need to hear better.

(he will not answer the question if they were bald or still had fur when he did this during the ponytail era)

wolf that breathes fire. what? you thought he wasn't still a firebender? don't be stupid. most firebending forms just don't translate that well, that's all.

guy who really had to hold it together when he gave his dramatic speech to his dad. he was on the verge of transforming during the entirety of the solar eclipse. nailed it, though.

because his transformation is weird spirit bullshit, he's still fully dressed post transformation. sokka hates this. where do the clothes GO.

suki: wow sokka. sounds like you really want to see zuko naked.

zuko: wow. pervert.

(sokka squawks indignantly. STOP teaming up with my girlfriend, zuko)

[orcasoul]

Din Djarin Headcanons

Din Watching You With Grogu

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 666

Din has never felt this way before. It's new, it's intense and it's terrifying. How he managed for years in his solitary existence is unfathomable to him now. Grogu entering his life had changed everything. The adorable green gremlin had managed to burrow himself into Din's guarded heart, fanning the flames of warmth that still lurked in there.

In no time at all that warmth had spread to every molecule of Din's being and had turned into love. Love, such a foreign, almost elusive concept, considering the last time Din had felt love was towards his parents. But, yes, love. He loves his son with a passion, a deep rooted well of devotion and affection.

He didn't think it was possible for his heart to expand any further, yet, here he is, watching with rapt enchantment as you cradle and sing to his sleepy son, and all the while Din feels his chest bloom with an incredible warmth that could cause him to spontaneously combust. You are beautiful, without even trying to be!

From the moment Din met you for an unofficial 'interview' in that dusty cantina, he'd felt a strange pull to you. It was a combination of things, really; Your obvious, natural beauty eclipsed the entire room, sure, but your instant rapport and maternal tenderness towards his foundling and your genuine warmth in general, had opened a never before explored region within Din's heart and he knew then and there, he had to offer you a position as Grogu's nanny.

Your melodic voice carries through the hull of the Razor Crest creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity, and a sense of home. The Razor Crest has always been just a ship to Din. Somewhere to stay warm, somewhere to eat and sleep and something to get him from A to B. But now with you and Grogu here it's home.

Din could watch you two forever, the blaster pistol in his hand now shining from being over polished. Stars! How he loves you. He didn't realise this kind of love existed, that there can be different kinds of love. You have unknowingly become the very beat of his heart, the air in his lungs, a soothing calm for the chaos that is his life.

For months he's wanted to tell you how he feels, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, he lost his nerve. He's never been a coward in his entire life, until now and he hates that. A normally fearless Mandalorian, who strikes dread and alarm into most people, mentally and emotionally undone, reduced to a nervous boy. This is the effect you have on him. His heart is in your hands. Boy, he never saw that coming.

Grogu finally settles and falls asleep, snoring softly as you lay him in his hammock, and kiss his wrinkled forehead. Closing the door of the sleeping bunk behind you, you turn to face Din, pressing a finger to your lips, followed by a "Shhh...," but also a soft smile and a 'look' that gives him hope. Din hopes he isn't just imagining it, but lately, he suspects you may have feelings for him too. In fact he's becoming more and more certain of it with each passing day.

He continues to clean his blaster (even though it's spotless by now), watching as you disappear into the fresher, as is your nightly routine; Put the baby down, shower and join Din in the cockpit where, over time, you've managed to pull enough conversations out of him that now he enjoys these moments of easy exchange between you both.

He's made his mind up. He will no longer be a coward. Tonight when you join him, he will confess everything to you. He will bare his heart and soul to the woman who has fundamentally changed him on every level, who has brought him to recognise this powerful, all encompassing love. Tonight he prays that his clan of two will become a clan of three.

[missterious-figure]

I love the wine and feathers au take. But a dca is a dca, so I ask

How would sun & moon respond in a kid sliped in?

(I assume you're talking about a human child)

Sun: if the kid was all alone, he'd "adopt" them, and try convince y/n this kid was their child with him. He'd be very caring and sweet to the kid. Trying to show y/n he's good father material.

Moon: would show a sweet side that many others haven't seen. He'd comfort the kid and sing them to sleep if they needed to calm down. Like Sun, he'd claim the child as his own, trying to tell y/n the kid is their baby. He might get aggressive if other staff members approach.

Eclipse: would act similarly to his brothers. Once he has convinced himself he can father the child, he'd care for the child as if it was his own. Trying to teach the kid to climb, or how to do certain dances. And, like his brothers, he'd say y/n is the other parent. He'd get aggressive if anybody tried to take the kid away (unless it was y/n).

[tsams-and-co-memes]

LAES Earth Canon Info

Updated - 11/10/24

Earth's likes:

Pink

Barbie movies

Nature

Animals

Tiny things

Love stories

Princesses

Storybooks/fairytales

Phantom of the Opera

Broadway shows/musicals

Beaches

Lilac flowers

The Powerpuff Girls

Wicked

Hair accessories and makeup

Tim Allen

Aquariums

Anime

Tea

PB&J's and grilled cheese sandwiches

Playing with makeup sometimes

Mac n cheese

Soap Operas

Learning other languages

Chinese dramas

Lethal Company, even though it scares her

Garlic bread

Geese

Skyrim

Fries

Gudetama

Baking sweets

Earth's dislikes:

Cottagecore

Drawing

Violence

Bloodmoon (based on the way she acts towards/with them)

Eclipse (also based on how she speaks to/acts towards him. She gave him chances to be better than he was currently being, and instead of trying, he opted to keep being a jerk) ((This is subject to change))

Driving

Dora the explorer

Sleeping while shrunk down (it feels restrictive to her)

Snapple

Sad movies/shows

Miscellaneous:

Bugs (They freak her out. More specifically, she doesn't like ants and spiders)

Superhero or monster movies

Unlike Sun and Moon, Earth is capable of eating food (partial retcon. Sun and Moon have apparently started eating food)

She used to prepare food for the creator and have dinner with him

She primarily works with children who have disabilities, and children who require more one one one attention

She has a system/database thing in her head that’s loaded with nothing but puns and jokes

She prefers baths over showers

Earth is a silent rage sort of person when she gets angry

Earth has ADHD

She uses a lot of emojis when texting

Her comfort/coping mechanism is saying “pretty ballerina” and/or singing Barbie Girl

She has 5 journals that she's written in as a coping mechanism

Earth starts her days off with morning yoga (the yoga involves screaming), then from there, she goes to work at the daycare. After she's done for the day, she cleans up the daycare, then goes home and cleans every square inch of her room/Monty’s house. After that, it's bedtime, but if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she may go cook an entire meal

She's a clean freak like Sun, and she needs to start her day off by screaming like Lunar

She's pansexual. Maybe demisexual. We're not sure about the specifics yet. She's more drawn to a person's personality than their gender or appearance (according to info in a video, she doesn’t really identify as anything and is more or less unlabeled) (<- according to Solar, she's probably pansexual)

Earth has very good balance

Earth has been ice skating

She watches Bluey

Earth has eagle eyes

Earth's mouth can open

Earth sleeps with her crocheted bunny

[iwantjaketosullyme]

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

…but, big spoon, you have so much to do and i have nothing ahead of me.

➺ pairing: jake sully x omatikaya!reader (fluff/angst) ➺ summary: seeing jake was easy, seeing toruk makto not so much. (w/c: 2.8k) ➺ warnings: minor mentions of war & death a/n: inspired by mitski's 'your best american girl' nd dedicated to our fav all-american boy <33 na'vi dictionary at the end !! gif credit goes to @/worldofpandora

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Seeing Jake was easy.

It was shirking clan chores in favour of being held in the safe cocoon of his capable arms on a lazy afternoon, the two of you splayed out on the forest floor as it welcomed you into its clutch, soft grass embracing you, gentle breeze lulling him to sleep. As he slumbers you trace his features gently, eyes first, then nose.

You coast over the worry line that creases just like that when he senses a formidable threat, like the rogue palulukan that strayed a little too close to camp the previous week (or the persistent Omatikaya child that insists on having you braid his hair exactly when Jake’s sat down for you to rebraid his, meaning a rushed job and less scalp scratches for him).

Cautious fingertips are guided by the smattering of tanhi that litter his face, a map provided by Eywa, tiny stars aligning to lead you to your final destination - your favourite destination – his lips.

Being Seen by Jake was even easier.

- flashback -

Two weeks have passed since the fateful day your people reclaimed your ancestral home from the Sky People. The injured have been treated and deceased loved ones have been mourned and committed to Eywa. Now, the clan must celebrate.

Young ones chase after each other's tails (knowing the mood is good enough for them to escape chastisement from their parents), potential lovers dance around their feelings as they dance around the communal fire and elders thank the Great Mother for the privilege of witnessing another night like this – too many eclipses have passed since the clan could revel in shared joy like this.

The evening’s jubilations wind down as eclipse approaches, but the air is still charged with a sense of collective anticipation; you are yet to do what you do best. Gathered clan members form a blue sea, bioluminescent tanhi a mirror image of the stars in the skies above as they seat themselves on fallen logs. 

Deep inhale, shoulders rolled back, head held high and gaze cast over young and old alike, you open your mouth and sing. Entranced, Jake looks up from where he was refilling his cup of pongu pongu (after falling victim to a particularly wily adolescent Na’vi bartering for the drink reserved for adults of the clan) and his amber gaze settles on you as he listens to the legend of a valiant Omatikaya warrior made song. His legend.

His song rolls off your tongue, volume ebbing and flowing like the waters of the Eastern Sea, reaching ‘ahhs’ and throaty ‘oohs’ conveying the highs and lows of his Pandoran alterlife. Sweeping peaks and troughs in the notes you belt out paint the picture in his mind of the mountains climbed and valleys traversed on his quest to find his humanity in a Na’vi body. Dulcet tones undulate from the soft pillows of your lips into the attentive ears of every clan member gathered around the fire, demanding the rapt attention of all that can and will listen.

Your voice betrays you, wavering slightly when you make sudden eye contact with Jake. He gawks at you unashamedly, his expression reminding you of the awe and excitement of a child watching kenten unfurl their luminous fans for the first time. Inwardly, you curse the power that this vrrtep has over you; you never get distracted! No doubt Ninat would be teasing you about this mishap til Eywa calls you home. That skxawng always liked to argue that she’s the better vocalist.

Final note lingering in the air and resonating in the hearts of those around you, you graciously accept the compliments offered. Soon after, you make a swift break for your marui, unaware of your newly acquired shadow following after your hurried steps as if still woefully caught in the spell your voice had cast upon him.

You flit about the marui, humming under your breath as you search for the herb and nectar concoction Tsahik gave you after overhearing you complaining to Neytiri about putting your vocal cords under too much pressure. An appreciative hum leaves your parted lips as the mixture soothes your throat, before a male, gravelly and obnoxious “Ah, shit!” cuts through your minute of peace, followed by the clang of a pot falling.

A stunned squeak escapes you before you have the chance to stop it, eyes widening as your ears fold back and your brow muscles raise in shock before furrowing in confusion. A moment passes. 

You slowly crane your neck to look behind you, chancing a glance at whatever, whoever it is that managed to sneak into your marui and elicit such an embarrassing reaction from you. The fallen pot is still rattling on the floor as you lock eyes with the perpetrator and your upper lip raises into a sneer. Of course, you think to yourself, as if the vrrtep has not bothered me enough tonight he has come back for more!

“Oel ngati kameie,” Jake greets awkwardly, eyes shifting between your defensive posture and the offensive pot that he had tripped over in his dazed stupor. He brings his fingertips to his forehead before extending them towards you in a gesture of respect, and for a moment you are pulled from your derisive train of thoughts as your eyes follow the raised veins on his hands and you feel an unfamiliar feeling flutter in the pit of your stomach – much like the kindling of a new flame. Your examination of his anatomy comes to an abrupt stop when your eyes hone in on his outstretched fingers. Four fingers. Alien fingers.

“What is it that you want?” You throw the words at him, eyeing him up and down in an admittedly pathetic attempt to intimidate him. You are well aware of his prowess as a warrior; you’d only spent the latter part of the evening waxing poetic about it. Despite this, you cannot help but feel as if you must prove yourself to be a formidable threat to him, to this man who was once a tawtute imposter in a Na’vi body and has now made himself an imposter in your home.

He inches towards you cautiously, arms outstretched by his sides and palms open, intending to  communicate his lack of malintention as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to answer you. Your eyes remain vigilant, ears pointing up, alert and awaiting his response. A series of unintelligible noises is all you hear, his mouth opening and closing in such a stupid way that you almost find it endearing. Almost.

Further incensed by the lack of answer, you jerk your head towards him, tail lashing behind you, impatient, “What is it then? Speak!” You begin to pace in front of him, agitated and expectant of an explanation. “Or do you only know how to stare?”

As if jolted back to reality, Jake blinks blankly before retorting “Damn, you sound just as good when you talk, pretty girl”. Astounded, your pacing comes to a halt, allowing you to baulk at his insolence – there is a notable pause as you compose yourself once more. His lips pull back into a self-satisfied smirk as he greedily absorbs your reaction, and there is a dangerous glint in his eyes, eyes too small to belong to a native Na’vi, that calls to you. You decline the call decisively.

“You still have not answered my question, Jakesully,” you attempt to regain control of this odd interaction, remaining firm in your affronted demeanour. “Speak!”

He lets out a huff of laughter under his breath, made bashful by the reminder of his inexplicable attraction towards you. “Well…I guess I heard ya singin’ out there and I-” he shakes his head, looks down and brushes a hand over his face, lips puckering to blow a gentle whoosh of air as he exhales. You feel his breath waft over your face and refuse to register the way it stokes the flame within you.

“I knew I gotta tell ya that you sound amazing, heavenly, even, unlike anything I’ve ever hea-” his reverent rambling is cut short by your cackle that pierces his ears that had perked up in delight while he sang your praises. He looks up to observe you doubling over in sarcastic laughter and waits, confused as ever, for you to explain yourself.

“Skxawng,” you rebuke, “do not insult my intelligence by suggesting you understood a single word other than your name. Neytiri has told me of your incompetence,” you lower your voice and let the venom seep into your tone, “Jakesully.”

He meets your narrowed eyes with a challenge in his stare, his right eyebrow, yet another tawtute feature, quirking up. “You’re wrong y’know,” he tilts his head to the right and nods as if still contemplating your rude interjection. In spite of his shock, he does not appear deterred in any way and for a moment you fear that your attempt at resistance is futile. Perhaps you have grossly underestimated his proficiency at your native language and have embarrassed yourself.

He continues, “I understood you calling me a skxawng just now.” A cheeky smile creeps onto his face as he basks in his ability to rile you up. “But I figure that might as well be my name with how many times Neytiri’s called me that”.

Insistent on finding a fault in his words, you give him an incredulous look and respond, “Now you dare to criticise the tsakarem?” A disbelieving scoff leaves your lips. “Impertinence!” Your words, however, do not have their desired effect as he remains unbothered by your jabs, seeing through them completely. 

“C’mon pretty girl,” Jake tries to reason with you, “y’know that’s not what I meant.” Encouraged by the involuntary huff of defeat that leaves your body that has grown weary from the night’s activities and this back and forth that is honestly fraying your nerves, Jake perseveres with the determination of the Marine that he is. “Now stop deflecting ‘nd take the compliment.” You relent, albeit reluctantly. “Call me crazy but the way you sang out there…it felt like I knew exactly what you were sayin’, even with my thick Jarhead skull.”

He takes a breath before more words tumble out of his mouth. “I know you were singin’ about me. I never thought I would mean enough to the Omatikaya people for someone to write a song about me.” He surprises you by laughing self-deprecatingly – in the short time you have interacted with him you have become used to his natural bravado. “I never thought I would be enough for anyone to write a song about me.”

Jake wants to tell you more. He yearns to speak of the cosmic force, the pull he felt towards you the moment he heard your voice for the first time. The pull he feels tugging at his heartstrings now, plucking away at them, composing a tune to accompany the siren song of your voice. For a moment he thinks he might just really believe this Eywa shit now.

But he doesn’t tell you. For once in his life he holds back. Instead, he moves even closer to you, every inch of his eight foot figure towering over you as he encroaches on your personal space. Your eyes widen, pupils dilating as you take him in. All of him. 

Spurred on by your favourable change in expression, Jake reaches forward to place a warm hand on the snug of your neck. His other hand’s forefinger and thumb frame your dazed face as he caresses your cheek with a reverential tenderness you would have never attributed to him. He shifts his grip down to your chin and tilts your face upwards, so that eye meets eye. 

As your steely resolve weakens into something soft, something pliable, you are rendered boneless against your own will, putty in his hands – carbon fiber-reinforced bones be damned. He is held captive by the unexpected, soft trill of your laughter, spirited away by the light breeze that has entered like the melody of a windchime. Eyes of molten gold bore into your soul and he sees you. He Sees you.

- end of flashback -

Seeing Toruk Makto, however, was anything but easy.

You smile to yourself as you recount how you and Jake met, but are quickly sobered by the realisation that no other clan member would even fathom speaking to Jake so disrespectfully – speaking to Toruk Makto so disrespectfully. And so you are forced to confront the reason why you could not stand the man, even if he ensured your clan’s survival by bringing an end to The Great Sorrow.

You fiddle with the purple tassels of your breast covering, made up of the fallen strands of a tawtsngal plant that you had painstakingly braided to be in likeness to the whispering tendrils of the Utraya Mokri. The Tree of Voices.

To the ignorant tawtute that threatened to populate your beloved Eywa’eveng like pests it was simply one of the many flux vortex hubs that rendered their alien inventions useless, stripping them of their ill-perceived superiority and reminding them that they do not belong here. But to you, it was an awe-inspiring wonder that was the source of many a song composed by you and crooned into the ear of a fussy baby, sung to soothe an ill elder or belted out to relay the ballad of a beloved fallen warrior.

With the stories whispered in your ears by the ancestors, you weave the tapestry of the clan in song form. It is for this reason that Jake had taken to affectionately calling you ‘parrot’, explaining to you that they were birds that once lived on Earth and repeated what was said by others.

Your garment was not only of totemic value, symbolising your role in the clan as an esteemed singer, but was also a love letter to the sacred place that birthed your passion for the art of song - and in doing so established your roots in the intricate network of the clan.

If only you had known of what was to come, you lament. That a day would come when the very roots of the tree that planted you firmly within the clan would be so easily uprooted by the wretched Sky People and their demon machines. On that day, you felt as if your place in the clan was uprooted with it; you had lost your communication channel with the ancestors, and therefore your muse. 

You sit up and detach Jake’s arm, limp with sleep, from your waist. As you look upon his face you try to reconcile all the affection he has extended to you with the fact that he once was a Sky Person, working for their destructive cause.

Before you can stop it, the familiar feeling of resentment stirs within your belly as you question why the Great Mother would choose to allow  your life’s joy to be so mercilessly taken from you and yet bestow the revered title of Toruk Makto on such a man as Jake.

How could she turn her back on you? Strip your pride from you? Replace you with a man born not of Na’vi, but of the immoral tawtute? You cannot help but feel that Jake is more Omatikaya than you ever will be now, as you think of what you long to be. 

His mate.

Mate to Toruk Makto, rider of last shadow, yet unworthy to stand with him, even in his shadow. The honour of being under this dark, ominous, yet protective shroud was reserved for a select few - the chosen ones. Proven warriors who have sacrificed their lives, their existence on this terrestrial plane for Toruk Makto, like Tsu’tey, or dutiful daughters who have overcome prejudices born from murder for Toruk Makto, like Neytiri. Not for glorified parrots. Not for you.

You heave a gentle sigh, banishing those thoughts with a soft shake of your head and rest your head back on Jake’s shoulder. Tense shoulders loosen as you shuffle back into the warm comfort of his body. Your finger begins tracing again, up, up, up his arm before a tentative hand opens up to grasp one of his larger ones.

Curious eyes explore the network of veins that branch out along his hand like the roots of a tree, like the roots of the Utraya Mokri. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you reminisce the first time you had been in such proximity to the veins on his hand and the feelings they aroused in you back then.

Perhaps, you muse, you could find solace in him the same way you once did in your sacred trees. You lean in, pursed lips relaxing to place a tender kiss on each of Jake's fingers, all four of them. The same fingers that once instilled a deep rage within you. The same fingers that held you with a love that can only be Eywa-given. The same fingers used to tame the mighty Toruk. A part of you, no matter how distant or small, knows that in these capable hands you can rest easy.

So yes, your struggle to See Toruk Makto may yet prevail, but Jake? Jake you would always See. It is with this conclusion that your hold on his arm slackens, and half-lidded eyes flutter close. You slot yourself into the space within his body that is made for you. Two bodies mould into one. Little spoon into big spoon.

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na’vi dictionary

palulukan - thanator // tanhi - na’vi bioluminescent freckles // pongu pongu - na’vi alcoholic beverage // kenten - fan lizards // marui - tent // oel ngati kameie - I see you // skxawng - idiot // tsakarem - tsahik-in-training // tawtsngal - purple pandoran flower // tawtute - sky person, sky people // eywa’eveng - na’vi word for pandora

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