#triggering warning toxic relationship

[go-fornicate-yourself]

Every day I am in the trenches fighting for my life defending this poor man. He was going through so much and people online demonize him and say he's as bad as his abuser

(I've got a lot of thoughts about this so I'll make sure to separate things to make it easier to look at lol)

Curly is a victim of abuse. Jimmy is his abuser. This is something that I feel a lot of people tend to brush over or don't acknowledge it often.

And I'm not just talking about post-crash. Jimmy's abuse of Curly is there pre-crash too. The party scene where the crew learns about the company going under is a huge example of this. Jimmy verbally abuses him, he gaslights him, he blames him for their (his) misfortune. Jimmy accuses Curly of thinking he's better than everyone (better than him), that he doesn't care about them (about him). That he's going leave them (leave him). Which is not true. Curly tries to explain himself but Jimmy shuts him down and he just takes it.

The fact that he just allows this to happen makes it seem like he's used to this... That this kind of behavior is a recurring thing with Jimmy. And the fact that nobody else tries to defend him or stands up to Jimmy just normalizes it for him. When Anya tells Curly what Jimmy did it catches him off guard. Bc he genuinely didn't think that his friend was capable of that. It wasn't something that was obvious to him. There were absolutely many red flags in the past but they were subtle enough for him to not see them bc he cares for Jimmy, he trusts him. Jimmy's the only one he feels he can open up to, who he can let his guard down with. Jimmy's his home. That's how close they are.

Because of this deep love for his friend and the subtlety of Jimmy's cruelty, he doesn't see the constant verbal and emotional abuse as what it is: abuse. Which is why he finds Jimmy's abuse towards Anya so shocking and jarring.

He isn't a man covering for his rapist friend bc of the 'bro code'. It does look like that from a certain angle and it's understandable why people see it that way but that's not what his character is really about as much as it makes sense otherwise.

He's essentially a battered housewife who's still in love with her husband but is realizing for the first time that the man she loves is a monster. That the man she loves and devoted her life to has been hurting her this whole time and she didn't even realize it. That the man she loves and spent so much of her life caring for has gone and hurt someone else. That he's most likely hurt others before and she's been utterly unaware of it the entire time she defended him and made excuses for him when he wasn't the best or the fairest or the most responsible or when he screwed up yet again solely bc of how much she loved and cared for him.

And Curly barely had any time to process ANY of that before Jimmy decided to try and kill them all to avoid the consequences of his actions. It was ultimately a selfish act even if he thought he wasn't just doing it for himself. Jimmy is selfish and needs to be in control or he loses it. He cares for Curly. He loves him. Curly's done so much for him. Curly's the only one who understands him, who doesn't hate him. Curly's his home. He resents how 'successful' he is but that's only bc he thinks so highly of him. He constantly puts himself down and put Curly on a pedestal and worships him while simultaneously mistreating him.

He treats his best friend like shit, he's awful to him. But he's not aware that this is the case or maybe he's in denial about it. He can't or just refuses to see how he's doing all of what he does for himself in the end. He justifies his attempt to kill them all (to himself and to Curly) by claiming he's doing this for them both. That if they were to get back to earth it would all be Curly's fault, that it'll ruin his life and career... despite the fact he had basically nothing to do with Anya's abuse. Jimmy's shifting the blame on him while acting like he cares for him. Well, he does genuinely care for him but clearly not nearly enough to not mistreat him or use him as a scapegoat for his own guilt.

Jimmy is the rapist, Jimmy is the one who does all of these horrible things. And yet it's highly likely that Curly would just blame all of it on himself bc that's exactly what Jimmy did to him. He's in so deep he can't see the facts of the situation.

It takes abuse victims so long to come to terms with their abuse. It takes time and reflection to see things with an unbiased and healthy perspective. Abuse (especially years of it) isn't just something you can just escape. It consumes you and can twist your reality. Curly had about a week or less to process all of it and then take action in a way that protected his crew and abided by Pony Express' guidelines. Dealing with something this serious in a setting that makes resolving it extremely difficult in a practical sense is already hard.

There were no locks on any of the doors except for medical and the cockpit. They couldn't just kill him. There was nowhere they could detain Jimmy that wouldn't involve corporate potentially penalizing the entire group. They could have used the cryopods but then there'd only be three available for any actual emergency and there were already five crew members and four pods in total. Also, I doubt corporate would be 'okay' with them using the cryopods for anything other than their intended purpose. Hell, even if they were able to make it back to earth without any incidents there's a good chance that corporate would consider the situation 'poor team synergy' and collectively punish the entire crew for Jimmy's actions.

So on top of having to deal with an already difficult situation, Curly has to grapple with the realization that Jimmy a: abused Anya, b: has been abusing him as well (for a very long time too), and c: has probably abused others before Anya and he had no idea about it. He needed to act but he didn't and it doomed all of them.

But it's so unrealistic (maybe even cruel) to put that much pressure on someone, force them through an utterly earth-shattering realization, and then expect them to do the correct/right/responsible thing in that moment. It's a little ironic how people vilify him for that when other characters do the same thing that nobody blames for it.

Anya is the ship's nurse. Curly is the ship's captain. They both have duties and responsibilities on board the Tulpar. She has to keep the crew healthy and safe and is the only one with enough medical knowledge to do so. He has to make sure that everything goes well and goes according to procedure. He's responsible for the crew, the cargo, and even the ship itself. Both positions are integral and require a lot of responsibility to do properly

They're both put through distressing and traumatic situations where due to them being human people with emotions and fears that make them essentially avoid their responsibility/doing what's required of them.

Curly has a freeze response and doesn't act when he should have when it was crucial to have done so. Anya has a fawn response and essentially puts her patient in danger and harm's way. She knew full well what Jimmy was capable of. She experienced it herself and she witnessed it happening to Curly as well. And yet she allows Jimmy to be alone with Curly while being fully aware of how dangerous he is. Which she shouldn't have, that wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Keeping him safe was her responsibility.

But Anya's human. She's going through a lot at the moment. She's terrified of Jimmy and she's trying to appease him so he doesn't hurt her again. It's a natural very understandable thing to do even if it's not the 'right' or 'responsible' thing. They failed each other when they needed each other most and I think that's the most tragic part of it. If anything, all of them failed each other in some way, shape, or form.

So it's incredibly frustrating to see people give Anya so much sympathy and grace for doing something so human yet still 'wrong' but then turn around and give Curly none of that for doing essentially the same thing she does.

I don't know for sure if it's actually because Curly is a man or if it's only part of it or maybe some people just lack that sense of awareness but it's depressing and frustrating as fuck as a male victim of sexual violence and abuse to see this kind of behavior and this much victim blaming towards a character who is undeniably a victim of abuse like I am.

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ☁︎

Yandere! Neteyam x Fem! Human! Reader!

warnings: 𝘺andere behaviour, murder, drowning, possessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, yandere neteyam, smut, rape to consented, choking, spit kink, biting, forced mating, manipulation, impreg. Not proof read.

synopsis : y/n was never truely a fan of the na'vi, she found them too tall for comfort, scary. She wished she was never bought here by her father who had no one else to give her too. now with him dead, she was orphaned, raised by the scientists of the pandora labs. however, being too scared of the world around her, she stayed in her room, only letting few care and see her. until today.

"Y/n? What are you doing out of your room?" Norm asked the teenager who was too afriad to ever leave her bedroom. The h/c girl shrugged, "felt brave today I suppose.." she admitted, and walked into the lab where she was met with Spider, readying his mask to head out into the world of non-breathable air, and people of blue. "Y/n! Your out of your room?" The boy asked, his light dred locks messy as always, his body faintly painted in blue stripes. "Yeah.. where are you going?" She asked, protective of her other orphaned friend.

"Out to see the Sully's. Wanna join me?" He offered and she shrugged, and paused, thinking it over before deciding to give it a chance. "Sure, I suppose... just stay close to me.. yeah?" She asked and he nodded, handing her a mask. "They wont hurt you, I promise.". With those words she felt atleast slightly more assured, and put on the mask, pressing in the button, allowing herself to breath. He walked out of the labratory and Y/n hesitantly followed, closing the door behind her and she was met by the world outside. She had never been out here before.

"Great right? Air feels amazing." Spider smiled up at her and she was tempted to go back inside, her small body begining to move on it's own before Spider clasped her hand, his almost swallowing hers. "Come on!" He laughed lightly, dragging her and she basically held her breath, unaware of the events to come. Unaware of the make she would soon come to fear... and love.

He took her over to the Ikrans where she gasped softly, and backed away but he went behind her and gently pushed her back towards, "they won't hurt you, if you don't seem a threat." He reassured and she sighed, trying to push back but she couldn't. Infront of her stood a yellowish ikran, beautiful and scary. It made a noise towards her, and she swallowed heavily, "This one is Neteyam's." He said, and she processes the name in her head, "Ne..te.. yam.." she muttered, and then looked at the beast.

Spider only looked away for a second when he saw Neteyam and Lo'ak approching when he heard her giggle. He turned back and the three males saw her petting the ikran, that surpeisingly, strangely, nuzzled into her hands, seeming to enjoy her touch. She scratched under his chin, admiring his colours when a voice spoke, english with a heavy na'vi accent. "He likes you." It said and Y/n whipped her head around, seeing two na'vi folks. She retracted her hands, making the beast let out a whine.

"S-sorry.." she said, and Spider stood infront of her. "Neteyam, Lo'ak, this is Y/n, or the girl who never leaves her room. Y/n, this is Neteyam and Lo'ak. They are Jake Sully's sons." He explained and she swallowed again, nodding as a greeting. Neteyam approched, petting the Ikrans head. "He usually doesn't allow humans to touch him. You are special." He spoke to her, and as they made eye contact, both their hearts skipped a beat in sync.

'He doesn't look scary..' she thought, ripping her eyes from him, and soon saw an even taller male approching, and she gulped. It was Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan of this clan. "Is this really little Y/n, why haven't you grown." He said, giving her a slight smile with she slightly returned, then also gave Neytiri the same expression when she arrived with their youngest child, Tuk.

"Wow, your short." Tuk laughed lightly, standing at five foot seven while Y/n stood at five foot five. Y/n chuckled, then noticed how Neteyam seemed to be studying her as his Ikran nuzzled her back, making her jump, then turned to him and smiled slightly, petting him once again, only for him to sniff at her mask and growl softly. "This..? I-I need it to breath.." she explained to him as if he could understand or respond.

"You.. wanna fly?" Neteyam asked her suddenly, making all eyes move to him. She was about to respond, but Neytiri spoke, "Y/n is a very.. fragile human. Flying is too dangerous for her." She said, and Y/n just gave a calm expression, but then Spider grabbed her hand, "come on, I want to show you around!" He said and vegan dragging the stumbling girl who struggled to keep up with him. "Come on guys!" He called and Lo'ak decided to follow, and soon Neteyam and Tuk did aswell.

They took Y/n through the forest, showing her diffrent creatires, plants, explaining doffrent things to her, and soon Kiri joined them aswell, and another friend, Nuk'tai. He was another omaticaya, slightly shorter than Neteyam, only slightly. Y/n got slowly more comfortable as they went on, soon spotting something. "What is that..?" She asked Lo'ak who hummed, looking at whatever she was staring at, seeing an Eywa seed floating over, and soon landing on her hand.

Neteyam watching, his ears twitching as his tail began to gently sway. He felt strange, as if he wanted to feel her hand. Was it soft or rough, warm or cold. He wanted to feel her hair, long and h/c. Look closer into those deep e/c orbs, with those long black lashes, and her glissening s/c skin, flawless aside from scars around her nails, matching Kiri's which showed she either bit or scratched at them.

He deicded to stay close to her, watching how her much curvier body moved, diffrent to Kiri's and his mothers, andany other female omaticaya. Until the omaticaya females, her thighs jiggled gently as she walked, her waist smallish, but her breasts larger, bouncy looking. Her hands had an extra finger like his siblings and father, and her face wasn't as defined as them, but it had characters, like her little button nose.

He swallowed, then eyed her clothes, and found himself hating them. Why cover so much of a nice body. He decided to give into a small thought and spoke. "Why don't you dress like we do? It will be fun." He suggested, and before the sky girl could answer, Tuktirey spoke out. "Yes!! Follow!" Shesaid and grabbed Y/n's hand, dragging her. He found it funny that an eight year old was taller than Y/n. A teenager.

Y/n sat, letting the girls sort her some clothes and she blushed deeply at the top they choose. A few necklaces, designed to only cover the nipples and bots of the breast, but not completely. "I-I will look naked.." she said softly, "you wont, promise." Kiri smiled, and then her and Tuk hide her from the males as she changed and they held her. She had a skirt like cloth covering her bottom half, then those lovely necklaces covering her front.

The girl then began to braid her hair, and the boys collected some beads. As Neteyam laid hiseyes on her beautifully sculptured body, he felt his mouth water. He licled his bottom lip, and decided to advace futher. He sat cross legged infront of the girl, forcing her eyes to meet his chest, then he face, before he began braiding the beads into her long locks. Kiri then began to paint her body once her hair was done and clothes, matching her to Spuder with faint blue stripes.

She then got some blue, red, yellow and orange feathers, and tied a small ponytail in the bacl of her hair, leaving the rest down and placed the feathers around it, and two by her ears. "There, you are done." She said and Y/n looked down at herself in the pond water beside them. She swallowed, her breasts almost showing, her thighs completely on show, her flat stomach. She was most definetly feeling naked.

Neteyam however, his stomach was doing backflips, his head spinning, his tail swaying, his ears twitching, his lips parting, licking his lower one. His pupils slightly dialated. However, a sudden call of anger washed over him when he saw Nul'tai doing the same thing. Looking at her like his next meal, and he had to swallow a growl itching to climb from his throat.

He suddenly felt like grabbing and holding her, biting her neck until crimson ran down that squishy, soft, small body she had. Show him she was not his for gawing at. 'Why...? We just met..? She's a human..' he thought to himself, confused as his eyes scanned her, making him bite his bottom lip. 'But Eywa.. I want...' as the two made eye contact, his finished his thoughts in an instant. 'I want her.'.

Later that night, the Sully kids walked the humans back to the labratory, and Neteyam felt as if he was letring go of his braid, watching her walk up those stairs. Spider walked in, but before she could, he spoke. "Come again, tomorrow." He said, trying not to sound demanding, and she tilted her head, "Um.. sure, Neteyam. Goodnight." She gave him a smile, and he rubbed his blue lips together. "Goodnight, Y/n.".

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Morning came around and Y/n was approched by the pandora head scientist,offering her to make her an avatar body, as he had the equiement too, so she she could breath and possibly become more comfortable. She decided on a maybe, saying she would think about. It was one thing hanging out with them, but becoming one? Now that was a very.. alien thing to her.

She put on a mask and left, this time without Spider who was still sleeping. She walked around until spotting Neteyam alone. Slowly, she approched, and tapped his shoulder onxe, making his head turned to her, a stran of his many braids waving away from his eye. "Y/n." he said in a welcoming tone, and she gave a gentle smile, "Neteyam, hello. May I sit with you..?" she asked and he nodded.

Y/n sat down cross legged, and he admired her still seeable body, considering she was wearing the clothes his sisters made her, and the paint. "I was given an offer." She said and he looked over, his exoression unreadable. "Hm?" He urged for her to continue. "I was offered to have an avatar made for me. That way it will be easier to explore, and breath without a mask. Neteyam took a moment to think about it, but then realised.

If she became an avatar, he could kiss her, feel those cheeks. Sure, she eould be skinnier, taller, but my god, he could.. he could kiss her. He could.. claim her with the connection of braids. Then human or na'vi, she would be his. He felt disgustee by his own selfish thoughts over a girl he barely knew, who barely knew him, but he couldn't sleep last night, her eyes, her face, her body, her voice filling his head.

"I think you should go for it." He replied and she responded with a head tilt. "You can have the best of both worlds. And if you explore yourself as na'vi, you may become more comfortable. You will be able to claim an ikran aswell." He pointed out, and she hummed. 'I could force you to walk through the eye of the great mother, and become like me permantely. My mate,.' He thought.

She actually slightly agreed with his statement. He had a point. "You know, I might just do that." She replied, then looked out at the skies oytside the rocky dome their clan remained in for safety away from the not so nice sky people. Her eyes held grest curiosity, which Neteyam admired. He wondered how he fell so fast, so hard, so quick. Why he wanted her to himself. He had deep, shameful urges to mate with her, right here and now, whether she wanted it or not, and that made his stomach drop at the fact he knew, if he wasn't restraining himself. He'd do it.

And so, later that week, after agreeing to have an avatar of herself made,the Sully children and her looked over her avatar body in the tank, floating. It wasn't ready yet, some features needing to be added. She was.. beautiful. He actually kept her body shape slightly, only slightly slimmer which made Neteyams heart throb. Her face was like her own, but firecer, her pointy ears adorable.

"What do you think?" Norm asked her and she looked over, "She- I..? I look pretty cool. One question. Why keep me short?" she asked, her avatar height only standing at six foot seven. "Because.. well I took your height and went with it." He explained with a shrug, making her chuckle and Nuk'tai patted her hair. "Well shorty, omce your in that body, I'll help you claim an Ikran." he promised and she giggled, "sounds good, Nuk." The human replied and Neteyam bit down on his tongue, drawing crimson in his mouth, the matalic taste seeping down his throat.

However, he decided to play it safe and said, "Mind if I join? I would like to watch." He asked and Y/n nodded, "sure. But how do you claim an Ikran?" She asked, and Nuk'tai made an awkward expression before speaking. "We'll tell you when the time comes." He said, rubbing her small shoulders and Neteyam gripped his hand into a fist, trying to ignore it. 'Stop touching her. I hate it. Stop it. Shes.. shes my mate.' He thought to himself, but contained the burning rage pulsing through him.

"Lay in this capsual." The scientist instructed while Norm helped her in. Her avatar was complete, done quickly swiftly, clothed and done up all nice and ready. She let out a shakey breath as the Sully's and Spider awaited her avatar body to awaken. Neteyam was excited, but tried to hide it, though his swishing tail was betraying him horribly. She was gorgouse, and he loved her this way, though human her was amazing aswell.

The capsual was closed abd she felt strange, paniced for a small moment, then sighed and closed her eyes, soon her mind drifting off into nothingness. She blinked, letting a small noise excape her lips as she blinked, seeing everyone around her. "Lo'ak.." she mumbled, seeing him the cloest to her head. "How'd you feel?" Norm asked, coming over with his mask off as she sat up off the bed she laid apone.

Neteyam smiled at her slightly. There she was, his mate, his lover, his everything. No one elses,nothing elses, just his. "Can you speak, Y/n?" Norm asked her and she parted her lips, but realised the air was thick, and only just about breathable. "Here." Kiri handed her a mouth mask, which she took a breath of pandora air and then let out a sigh again. "Thank you.. and yes, yes I can speak."

Nuk'tai came over and smiled, pushing some hair behind her ear, her pointy blue ear. The hair was still half down with a small ponytail, but it had some braids running through it with beads, and then of course her queue, her connection. She slowly stood up with the help of Kiri and wobbled slightly, but then shook her head and worked to stabalise herself before slowly walking. "Can you wa- oh, perfect." Norm smiled.

Spider came in and grinned up at her, "finally not a shorty." He said and she look over, "shush you or I'll wack you with my braid." She giggled. Everyone was happy, and so was Neteyam, aside from the fact that he wanted to rip Nuk'tai to pieces, touching what belong to him, how dare he? The group helped her move about, testing her tail, her fingers, her toes, her ears. Jake and Neytiri came over and helped her out of the lab, then she looked around, her showy, beautiful clothescupping her unaturally curvier body, since they kept her that way for her comfort.

"Right, have you done the training Spider has?" Lo'ak asked and she nodded, "I know the basics." Y/n replied, taking in how tall she was from the ground now, how her senses were enhansed. She could feel her new body parts, like her tail, her ears, her braid. Nuk'tai took her finger fingered hand in hia four fingered one, and began to drag her. "Come on, Ikran time!" he cheered and Lo'ak joined after them, followed closely by a lowely growling Neteyam and a giggling Tuk and Kiri. They took her up the moutains, helping her climb and teaching her how to use her new strenghs.

It was good she understood na'vi atleast, so it was easier for them to explain. Soon, they made it to the banshees docking area, where wild banshee's flew and roamed. She smiled, amazed. "So, how do I know which one is mine?" She asked, not quite caught up on Ikran studies. "They will try to kill you." Lo'ak replied and she blinked, "brilliant..". So there Y/n slowly walked through the squealing banshees, piercing her ears painfully as she looked around. Soon, a light purple wnd blue one turnee to face her, and hissed at her, so she instinctively hissed back. "Beat, and connect your braid." Spider explained.

"O-ok.." she uttered, and Neteyam already gripped his knife to protect her, just incase, however he did find her hiss attractive, 'I will make her walj through the eye of Eywa.. she will be na'vi, beside me..' he thought and grinned slightly, until his eyes caught Nuk'tai, watching her intensely as her moved around with the Ikran, before the banshee went for her, and she dodged, then heard Kiri, "jump on it's back!". She did as instructed and climbed quickly onto it's back, grabbing the connector but it soon began to jump and spin about, screeching and roaring.

She fell off with a grunt, but got up and hopped up again, wrapping her legs around it's jaw, forcing it closed, then connected her queue to the Ikran, making its pupils dialate. She panted softly, then listened as Kiri instructed her to fly to seal it. She moved off its head and onto it's back, and spoke, "Fly." Gently, and off the banshee took, making her squeal and grip on tight. "Slower!". Soon it slowed down, and she let out a breath of relife, "Good.. Good..?" She leaned and looked under. "Good girl.." she soon got the hang of it, and Lo'ak, Nut'tai and Neteyam joined her, with Spider on Lo'ak's, Kiri on Nuk'tai's and Tuk on Neteyams. "Your doing it!" Nuk'tai cheered and she giggled.

"What are you naming her?" Tuk asked and Y/n hummed softly, "Hmmm..? I'll name her..... Amitia." She said and they all nodded in approval. She did a few test tricks, circles, dropping down and catching itself, spinning. It was amazing hiw quickly she understood, and soon Tuk got on behind her, laughing happily as she hugged her waist. Seeing Y/n with his little sister, made Neteyams heart flutter, and his tail sway gently. God he wanted her, now.

Finally, his breaking point arrived when they landed, and Nuk'tai helped her off the beast, then took her smaller hands in his. "You were amazing, Y/n. You looked stunning.." he said, and glanced at her lips. In that moment, Neteyam snapped. He tried to stop it, god he tried. He held himself to his Ikran but his body soon moved on it's own, going over to the male and gripping his shoulder tighter then needed. "Can we talk?" He asked and Nuk'tai nodded, "sure.".

The two males walked off, and once they got far enough, Neteyam suddenly grabbed his queue and began ragging him deeper into the forest, shoving a cloth in his mouth. He screamed and tried to fight back against him, struggling. He bought him to a pond and threw him in, then got in the the shallow bit after him, and held him down. He struggled against him, struggling as he was forced under the water, splashin to break free. After some time, Neteyam pulled him up and growled at him.

"Y/n is mine." He said. "My fucking mate. You dirtied her with your hands.. I hope Eywa has mercy on you to die quickly.." he spoke darjly, his eyes holding a great craze, with sharp, small pupils, his bottom lip twitching as he growled before shoving him back in the water before he could answer, drowning him. A slow death purposley. He keot holding until the others body fell limb, but Neteyam kept holding him under incase he was pretending.

He pulled him along until he found a big rock, barely liftable. Perfect. He used some vines and tied his legs together, then tied them to the rock and went behind it, grunting as hr pushed on it until finally it dropped into the pond, dragging his lifeless body with it. Neteyam watched with sly orbs, like a panther watching it's preys life fade from it's eyes.

Soon, he was definetly dead, lost and gone. He let go and walked out thewater, his breathing heavy and rapid. "Shit.. oh Eywa, what have I...-" he paused himself. "He.. deserved it. He tried to take whats.. what belongs to me.." he said darkly, "My Y/n.. fuck, I need her.. now. Right fucking now.". He made his way to to the others, and soon sawY/n with her Ikran, alone. Perfect.

He approched her, and with every step was an argument in his brain. 'This is wrong Neteyam. Stop right now. No, no, She's yours, you can do as you please with her. Stop! Do it!' Ran through his mind, as he got closer and closer, until suddenly he was behind her. He pulled out his knife, and suddenly smacked the back of it down on the back of her head, making her grunt and collasp into his arms unconious. "I'm sorry, my mate.. forgive me.".

He took her body and hid it for a moment while he went and snucl to the labratory, and pressed the button on her capsual, letting her free. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight of Neteyam. "So-something happened to Avatar me.." she said gently and he nodded, giving her a mask. "Come on." He said and she felt slightly confused by his demanding tone. They left the labratory and she tried to find her Avatar body, and he just followed.

Soon he pretended to spot it, and spoke. "Over there. Look." They went over and she saw the prickles of blood dripping down the back of her neck, making her gasp. "What happened..?" She uttered, "this." Suddenly he hit a nerve in the back of her head with his hand, and down she went. He slung the Avatar body over his shoulder, then her human body under his other arm, carrying them away.

He left the rock hideout, and snuck away to the forest. "You drive me crazy and we only met yesterday.. fuck me.. I've never snuck away before.. the things you do to me.." he said, holding her closely. Arriving at the magical place, the tree of souls, or, Eywa, he went over and laid her down at the foot of the tree, laying her bodies head to head. Before anything, he leant to her human body and kissed it deeply, "this is how it has to me, my Y/n. May Eywa, please, for the love, guide you.". He began chanting, knowing the words, praying it worked. He took off her mask as the wind picked up slightly and her human body gasped gently, but he didn't break his consontration.

He heard a small noise after some time and peeked his eyes open, her human body waa taken into the grass around the tree, sucked into the ground, lost. Her Avatar body however, moved slightly and he crawled above her, looking down. Her eyes fluttered open, those golden orbs meeting his own ones and he smiled lovingly. "Ahh.. there you are." He spoke in na'vi, andshe tilted her head. "Neteyam..? Where are we? How am I in my avatar again?" She asked, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, "shush.. take it easy.." he spoke softly.

He took her braid from underneath her, and bit his bottom lip as he forced a connection between him and her. She gasped and stared up at him with wide eyes. "Ne-Neteyam!?" Y/n squeaked, definetly understanding that from being told and reading about it. "Wh-why would you do that!? Where are we?" She asked, and tried to pull her queue from his, but he held them together with his hand. "I'm sorry, Y/n.. I tried not too.." he said, then crawled ontop of her, until she was laid down and he was hovered above her.

"Neteyam let go.." she said, so lost by the situation before a surprised muffled squeak excaped her lips as his lips crashed against hers, and she struggling underneath him, trying to push on his chest bit he was much bigger and stronger then Y/n. She thrashed about and soon bit down on his bottom lip, making him wince and pull away. He growled and moved their bonded queue's, flipping her onto her stomach. "Was going to make this eaay for you, but it seems I need you to fear me before loving me.. thats alright...".

She felt tears well up in her golden orbs, "Neteyam wheres my human body..?" She asked, looking at where they were the Tree of Souls. She knew this is where Toruk Makto became full na'vi, andshe instantly feared the worest. "Oh her.. she has become apart of Eywa now. You can be with me forever now, my mate.. never needing to leave this body of yours. Permantely my mate." He said, biting on the bacl of her neck, making her whine as she gripped the grass, begining to sob.

"It's ok to cry, you'll be moaning in a moment." He reassured. That voice trying to give him asense of his actions had faded away. All he could do, see, was her. He knew what he wanted, and it was his mother who once told him 'when you want something, fight for it.' And he did when he drowned Nuk'tai and now got rid of her human body. She belonged to him, because he wanted her to belong to him. She didn't need a say when he had already made the decision.

He removed his loincloth, then her skirt, and took off her necklaces, laying them side. He took off hia choker, and the clothing on his waist, before sitting on his knees, adirming her ass, squishier than a normal na'vi from how the scientist made her. Leant down and swiped his tounge over the slit of her vagina, feeling her twtich. He then leant back up and placed a few gently kisses on her ass, forcing her head to lay on the grass as he plumetted two of his big slim blue fingers inbetween her lips, and inserted them into her vagina hole, sinking into her core warmth.

Y/n let out a muffled sob, tears sinking into the grass. It felt really good, but fuck, why was he doing this to her? Why did it have to be this way between the two? "stop Neteyam.." she begged, a line of sweat mixing with the tears, the uncontrolable tears that were slightly turning his on as he slammed his fingers into her core, harder and harder, hitting all the right places.

"Fuck yeah, Y/n.. thats it.." he praised, watching her folds become soaked in pure juices of arousel alone. Her body quivered, trying to get away but the hold on her braid was preventing it. He pulled out, slick following after his fingers, attaching him to her before he snapped, then he moved and grabbed her hips, his hard dick ready to take her as his own. He placed his tip to her entrance and she let out a squeak, "Stop! Stop it!" The girl cried, but in his slid, pushing her walls to open around him. She screamed and he covered her mouth, his body looming over hers. "Shut up.. you'll love it in a minute..".

He began to move his hips in and out, realising she was virgin, which wasn't surprising considering where she had been living. He grunted at her tightness, and she trembled, sobbing quietly as small breaths excaped her mouth. "My mate.. my fucking mate.." he spoke and she whimpered. "Please stop.." she mumbled, and suddenly he pulled out and flipped her over, moving their connected braids before slamming back inside, pushing all his lengh in, which was a pretty good size.

"You are mine to break.." he growled, having zero mercy left as his hips slammed back and forth inside her, letting grunts and breath out as she cried and moaned. Her hands were trying to push him away, but soon his lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and pinned her hands to the grassy ground. "Fuck Nuk'tai.. everyone.. you are my bitch.." he snarled, inches from her face and soon he closed the gap, kissing her roughly, shoving his tongue between her lips, forcing her to take him in her mouth, saliva mixing painfully beautifully.

After sometime, he pulled his lips away, staring down at her drool covered lips, licking his own, his stomach tingling at the view. He could feel her tightening around him, and she could feel him twitching. Y/n let out a breath, her eyes rolling back, and thighs clenching, her mind becoming fuzzy. 'Y/n.. stop..' she thought to herself, but the pleasure was welcomed by her body not listening to her brain.

"Stop.." she said weakly, but then gasped as Neteyam's hand came around her throat, him humming. "Fucking choke.. I will make you adore this.. do you not realise you need me..?" He asked and her eyes peered up at him. "You'd be lost without me, flower.." he leant closer. "Doesn't this feel good..? You can have this and more as much as you want.. I'm yours, and you are mine. Together forever.. no one to get in the way.." he promised and she stared up at him, slight widen orbs and choked gasps excaping her mouth.

"You need me." He said, moving his hand from her throat to her cheek, his hips slowing. "And I fucking need you. God damn it, I need you.. I need you so bad.." he said, an kissed her lips gently, making her shiver and let out a whimper. "Neteyam.." she uttered, suddenly her brain began to spin. 'D-do I need him...?' She askee herself, her thoughts begining to stir up wildly. 'We haven't even interacted much but.. this..' her eyes glanced at their connection, she could feel everything from him. How much he truely wanted and needed her.

"Please.. give into me, my love.. my syulang.." he said gently, and she felt as if a fog clouded her mind, blinding her from the tragic situation she was truely in. "Neteyam.." she huffed out, and slowly he let her wrists free, and hesitantly she wrapped them around his neck. He stopped his hips and removed her legs, wrapping them around his waist, then keant to where they bare chests where touching and began move and a medium but hard pace, making her moan out, tilting her head back.

"See how... how good that feels..?" He groaned out, letting a soft moan excape his own lips, and she nodded slowly, her tail that was once wagging like crazy, now relaxing on the grass. Her ears that were pinned to her head, how droopy and adorable. "See? You've always belonged to me.. you just never realised.." he said, and began to kiss her sensually, passionately. They both felt their highs approching and she moaned into his mouth, him swallowing down her noises gratefully.

"I'm going to make sure the entire clan.. the entirety of pandora knows your mine.. you will carry my seed in you.." he said and her eyes widened slightly, but he quickly settled her. "We will be together forever.. a little family of our own.." he smiled at her and she relaxed again, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as he reached one hand down and began rubbing the pad of his finger over her clit, rubbing nice circles, simulating her more and soon her legs began to shake, making his breathing heavily as she slowly clenching on him.

He felt her getting tighter, and his own regions begining to need a release. "Thats it, pretty girl.. come on, you can do it.." he urged, praising his mate who who cried out, tossing her head back against the grass and after a few more thrusts, he placed his head down on her chest, moaning out as he released inside her, feeling their liquids mixing. "You will carry my love for you.." he placed his hand on her stomach. And you are..." he kissed up her body, then to her lips.

"𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦... forever Y/n.".

[everyoneisalittlesadalittlehorny]

‘Please. Please.’ Please don’t leave. I beg, desperately. I don’t care how it looks, I just don’t want him to leave. He’s mistaken, he’s just angry. He doesn’t want to leave.

But he does.

I leave the door open for him. I’m bathing in sweet scents, shaving everything twice because he texted me at 2.00AM, asking me if he could come over. I know it’s a booty call, I know he won’t even wait for me to fall asleep before he creeps out of the house. I know he’ll pretend like it never happened. He’s been doing it for months now. I don’t care.

I just want him.

I will take whatever he’ll give me and I’ll live with it.

He cums in me, twice and leaves me on my bed as he goes to wash my scent off himself. I wrap the sheets that have soaked his sweat around myself and sleep. I’ll take him in whatever form he is willing to give me.

I know he’s using me. I know he never loved me. I also know that he can’t ever be truly satisfied without me. He sneaks away from his current squeeze every now and then just to fuck the daylight out of me. His partner can’t give him that. No matter who it is, they can’t give him everything like i do.

We all know this. They know how desperately in love with him i am. They know how he despises me but craves me at the same time. They know whatever they do, they can’t replace me. They can never give him every thing- not like i can.

It’s a convenient arrangement for them too. He hurts me, make love to them.

What all of us know but never say out loud is this- him hurting me is his way of saying he loves me.

[gorentaya]

いただきます Itadakimasu ( Thank you for the food / I humbly receive )

[redbayly]

Kya Headcanons

So, I've been thinking a lot about Kya (Katara and Sokka's mother), lately, and started brainstorming a ton of headcanons for her that I want to share because she does not get nearly enough love. Some of them I've had floating around in my head for a while, but others I came up with only recently or just today. Also, I included some of my Southern Water Tribe headcanons. So, take a gander and tell me what you think of my ideas for Kya's story.

Personal Info:

She was a member of the Polar Leopard Clan, one of seven sacred clans that are believed to be directly descended from the Southern Water Tribe’s founder.

Kya was always an adventurous soul. From a young age, she was interested in exploring and even traveled to parts of the South Pole that were considered especially dangerous. She always hoped to one day travel the world.

She wanted to be a waterbender more than anything. Since she was little, she would try to waterbend and practiced the moves for it that the elders remembered. Even when everyone told her she wasn’t a waterbender, she kept trying. And even after she came to terms with the fact that she wasn’t one, she still practiced the few moves she knew in case any waterbenders were born and because she found she just enjoyed it.

Her favorite food was seal-jerky. She would always eat it aggressively and people who saw her eat it would say she looked like a ravenous wolf as she tore into the salty meat strips.

She had a beautiful singing voice and taught Katara and Sokka traditional Water Tribe songs.

Despite her vast knowledge of Water Tribe songs and stories, she was terrible at poetry. When she and Hakoda were courting each other, he would come up with beautiful poems and truly creative ways of flirting while Kya fumbled with her words and got all tongue-tied and awkward.

Kya was the worst at hunting in her family because she always had trouble keeping quiet and sitting still for long periods of time. She was easily bored and would start talking or fidgeting and would alert prey from all the noise she made.

Kya loved doing creative projects like carving, weaving, beadwork, basket-making, etc. She was especially skilled and could spend hours focusing only on whatever thing she was working on and would forget to eat or do her chores because she was so into it. It’s from Kya that Sokka inherited his love for art and handicrafts.

Early Life & Family:

Kya’s mother was in her forties when she had her, leading many people to speculate that Kya was actually the child of her older sister and that her parents were trying to cover up an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. The rumors weren’t true, but her mother was embarrassed about having a child later in life and claimed her pregnancy was actually a tumor right up until Kya was born.

Her relationship with her mother was very strained and cold. Kya sometimes wondered if her mother even loved her at all. She was never physically abusive, but she was also never kind or nurturing and seemed indifferent to her children and often gave the impression that she regretted having them. Her mother was a capable hunter and the main provider of food for the family. Her mother died on a hunting trip while fighting single-handedly against an arctic wolf-bear; she managed to take the creature down and, with her dying breath, asked the warriors to serve the animal’s meat at her funeral dinner and give the pelt to her family. Kya’s mother had a brother and a sister who were both waterbenders that were taken by the Fire Nation.

Kya’s father was an angakkuq (something like a shaman or medicine man in real-world Inuit culture) who was the main spiritual leader for their clan. He was kind to his children, but was often distracted by his vocation and wasn’t really in the right headspace to properly raise them. It’s not entirely certain that he’s dead. When Sokka and Katara were still very young, he wandered out onto the tundra one night, claiming to hear the spirits calling to him, and never came back. There were tales from the hunters, though, that they’d seen him walking the tundra when the winds picked up, chanting prayers to the tribe’s guardian spirits to watch over them.

Kya was the youngest of six children. She had four older sisters and a brother.

Iara (eldest sister) – She basically raised her younger siblings and became a mother figure to them. She sacrificed much of her own happiness to look after her family, even turning down a marriage proposal from the man she loved because she felt responsible for looking after everyone and wasn't sure she could manage raising her siblings and starting her own family. Kya adored Iara and later felt guilty for how much her sister had given up for her sake. Iara ended up dying from heart failure shortly before Kya gave birth to Katara.

Nuvua (second sister) – A sociable people-pleaser. Nuvua always tried to make friends with everyone and soothe ruffled feathers within her clan and with other members of the Water Tribe. She did try to help Iara with their siblings, but ultimately left her behind when she married young and had a family of her own. She ended up becoming elected the clan mother (a type of matriarchal figure in charge of managing the village) of the Polar Leopard Clan over the wife of the clan chief. She and Kya were never especially close, but she was still devastated when Kya was murdered.

Asiri (third sister) – A wild troublemaker. She was always pulling pranks and laughing at other people. She could be a bit of a bully, at times, and often picked on Kya, leading to a difficult relationship between them as they grew up. Asiri later ran off with a young man from a clan that was enemies with theirs, claiming it was true love and that they were defying a stupid feud. It turned out the guy was just using her to humiliate her clan; after he got her pregnant, he abandoned her and started mocking her publicly, claiming that all women in her clan had no sense of decency. Asiri returned home in shame and was nearly thrown out by the clan chief, but Kya spoke up for her and convinced the clan to stand by her. Asiri ended up struggling with depression for a number of years afterwards and developed serious trust issues. She ended up spending most of her time as part of her clan’s hunting party, as she was the best hunter of all her siblings. After Kya’s death, Asiri cut off contact even more and rarely spoke. When the men left to fight in the war, Asiri became the primary hunter for the Polar Leopard Clan and has had to also train the kids in her village to hunt.

Atka (fourth sister) – A quiet, spiritually-minded woman. She followed in her father’s footsteps and became an angakkuq. She fell in love with a young woman and had a “half-moon marriage” (a euphemism for same-sex couples). She and her wife adopted Asiri’s child, a boy, because Asiri had no interest in keeping him after what his father put her through.

Nuka (brother) – A wide-eyed dreamer. He was always goofing off as a kid and never took anything too seriously. Despite being older than Kya, he followed her around a lot and joined in her hijinks and adventures. He was still a very casual guy when he grew up and got a reputation for being a shameless flirt. He became more serious and responsible, though, after Iara died and later when Kya was killed. He didn’t smile or laugh much after that and began to really train as a warrior. He became a trusted member of Hakoda’s war council when Hakoda was elected chief for the whole tribe; a lot of other warriors dismissively refer to him as “Chief Hakoda’s idiot brother-in-law,” but he is a very capable guy when push comes to shove. He’s one of the men who greet Sokka when he shows up at Chameleon Bay in “The Guru.”

Kya carved a set of rings from whale ivory, one for herself and each of her siblings. Despite whatever ups and downs they faced as a family, none of them have ever taken those rings off.

In addition to her actual brother, Kya had “clan-brothers” (male friends close to her age from her clan who were not necessarily related to her but who were considered family). Her clan-brothers really did not like Hakoda and sabotaged many of his efforts to court Kya. In one incident, they grabbed Hakoda and Bato (who was only involved because of his friendship with Hakoda), tied them in a fishing net, and tossed them onto a ship headed for a month-long fishing trip. Kya later chewed her clan-brothers out for their stupid, overprotective bullshit.

Despite how distracted Kya’s father could be, he was attentive enough to take her ice-dodging when she was fourteen. She earned the mark of the brave.

She always took her father’s lessons about spirits and religious traditions seriously. Even little things like always facing northward while eating blubber, never lingering in doorways, never whistling at night, always thanking the souls of the animals when she ate meat, never wasting any part of an animal, etc.

She nearly drowned once while saving another kid who had fallen out of a canoe while fishing. Then she nearly died of hypothermia from the freezing water.

Adult Life, Marriage, & Children

She had several romantic relationships before she married Hakoda:

She had a childhood sweetheart who became her best friend/honorary brother when they were older.

She was courted by a very handsome older boy when she was a teenager, but she caught him cheating on her and dumped him. She and the other girl also beat the living hell out of him.

She had a long-term relationship that led to an engagement. However, a couple months before the wedding, she and her fiancé both realized they really weren’t right for each other and broke up amicably.

There was a guy who was interested in her romantically whom she turned down because he gave her red flag vibes and he refused to accept ‘no’ for an answer. He kept following her around and trying to pressure her into a relationship, but she always rejected him When she and Hakoda announced their marriage, the guy tried to challenge Hakoda to a fight for Kya’s hand. Hakoda bluntly told him that Kya’s not a trophy and that, if he had a problem with the marriage, he would just have to deal with it. Hakoda then told Kya what had happened and watched in satisfaction as she stormed over to the creep and verbally eviscerated him.

Kya proposed to Hakoda. She gave him a hunting knife she hand-carved herself as a betrothal gift. Her clan wasn’t happy about the marriage because Kya chose to marry into Hakoda’s clan (the Wolf Clan) instead of him marrying into hers.

Kanna gave Kya her necklace as a legacy gift. In the Southern Water Tribe, when you marry into another clan, your in-laws have to give you a “legacy” gift to pass on to one of your children that is not strictly a practical item (no combs, knives, needles, etc.). Legacy gifts are usually things like jewelry, decorations, or ceremonial attire of some sort. When a woman marries into a clan, her legacy would pass to her daughter or her daughter-in-law; when a man marries in, then his legacy goes to his son or son-in-law.

While Kya was delighted to pass Kanna’s necklace to Katara, she did miss the familiarity of wearing it. So, Hakoda put his carving skills to the test and made a new one just for her; it wasn’t particularly good and his hand slipped a lot while making it, but Kya still loved it and wore it proudly.

Kya addressed Kanna as ‘Mom’ after getting married to Hakoda. She’d never felt comfortable using that term for her own mother or for her older sister. People who didn’t know the family would sometimes assume that Kanna was Kya’s mother rather than Hakoda’s.

Kya thought she wouldn’t be able to have children. She had several miscarriages and then no indication of pregnancy for a number of years before she had Sokka. In memory of her unborn children, she carved small figures of bone to commemorate them and pray for their safe return to the cycle of death and rebirth. When she was killed, Hakoda buried those little carvings with her.

She referred to Sokka as her ‘miracle’ when she delivered him safely and latercalled Katara her ‘blessing.’

When both Sokka and Katara were young they came down with terrible fevers from a sickness that was tearing through the South Pole. Kya stayed awake for days tending to them and praying to the spirits to save them.

When Katara was discovered to be a waterbender, Kya was overjoyed and convinced Hakoda to launch a search for a waterbending master. When no one could be found in the South Pole, she tried to talk her husband into them all going on a family adventure to the Northern Water Tribe to find Katara a teacher.

She was deeply compassionate towards people who were treated unjustly. During a gathering of the clans, the Whale-walrus Clan chief was brought before the council of elders for trying to beat his daughter, Tuktu, to death for “profaning herself with another girl.” Despite the man being publicly censured for his inexcusable actions, he threw his daughter out of the clan. Kya was the first to step up and offer Tuktu a place in their home. After this, little Katara, who had witnessed everything, asked her family if they would hate her if she grew up to like girls instead of boys, to which her mother responded that it didn’t matter if she like girls or boys or both or neither, her family would always love her. Tuktu later moved in with a girl in another clan, with whom she is still happily living by the time the show’s events roll around.

Kya was going to be named the clan mother for the Wolf Clan once Kanna stepped down, but she was killed before the official installation took place.

[blueb3erry]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡—

Mine all mine.

ᯓ★—summary: Anakin sees another man flirt with you, and beats the man senseless and then drives home in complete silence and when you get home he reminds you who you ‘belong’ to.

ᯓ★—warnings: Degrading, Breeding kink, Choking, boob play, fingering and Eating at one time, Dom/sub themes.

ᯓ★—disclaimers: Fem!reader x Toxic jealous bf!Anakin. No y/n.

Anakin sits in the car with a stern expression on his face, his bloody hands on the steering wheel even if he isn’t in the correct state of mind to drive. You attempt to start a conversation but your attempts are in vain and he continues scowl in his seat.

After you get home you again try and talk about the bar, “Anakin, are you just going to casually try and forget what happened?” I spoke,”There’s nothing to think about.” He answered quickly.”Nothing at all happening?!, do you need me to refresh your memory,of you punching a dude until you broke his nose and knocked a tooth out?!”

The longer I go on my rant the more annoyed he gets until i see a a vein pop “You are a real immature bastard you know that—” He grabs my face and angrily kissed me, it’s messy and long.

We soon find the couch and we land onto it he starts kissing me all over making sure not to miss a single chance to mark me with hickeys, he starts unbuttoning my shirt, as soon as he’s done working on my shirt he makes his way to my bra, at first he struggles with it but after unclipping it he throws it with such force it almost knocks down a lamp.

He starts sucking on the skin on my breast every hair on my body is on its end, he pulls down my panties and leaves my skirt on he starts messily kissing me and starts going down until he gets to my pussy.

He starts kissing my clit with a little bit of sucking here and there, I groan the tension was killing me, he starts licking my sensitive folds, my legs start to shake as I grab onto his hair, he uses one hand to keep my legs open for him, and the other hand he sticks inside me, as he sticks a finger inside me and may I mind you he was licking places I didn’t know needed ‘working on’.

He is ruthless he keeps on adding more fingers to fuck me with, I’m truly at his mercy, “Your doing so good baby..” He spoke knowing I was falling apart on the inside, he lived for it knowing I was at his mercy, My vision gets a blurry from the extreme pleasure I was experiencing, pleasure I thought I could never experience.

I felt close, he knew it as his 3 fingers moved in and out of me as if I was a rag doll, “come for me baby, come on” he becomes more and more ruthless as I go on he goes harder and faster. I finally come off my edge my cum gets all over his face, I put my hand on my mouth as I chuckle “I’m so sorry for that” I start laughing a little, “You will be” He smirks before taking off his pants and boxers

He strokes his hard and throbbing cock in his hand, biting his lip, he gets himself ready at my entrance before slowly thrusting up, filling my entire hole with his cock, my eyes roll into the back of my head, he starts fucking me all over the couch.

He grabs my neck with one hand and with the other my thigh for support, he starts fucking me senseless “your mine, remember that” Going harder his grip on my neck getting tighter as he goes faster like an animal, “I’m the only one who will ever know how you feel like” that sounded more like it was for his pride.

Anakin goes faster the tip of his head reaching my cervix, the only sound heard in the room is my moans and the sound of hitting flesh “I’m going to fuck you until I fucking breed my children into you.” In a way your know the other half of the sentence but you say nothing he soon Cums staining my inner walls with sticky white cum.

He pulls out panting, he gets up and pulls his pants back up needing to ‘check on his bruises’.

Sorry if this is terrible it’s my first time writing on tumblr 😭

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

To Come to Terms with Loss (And a Realization)

Fandom: WWE (Professional Wrestling)

Characters: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso and Roman Reigns

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1031

A/N: Hello, friends. So, I have to be honest, I am really struggling to come to terms with the result of yesterday's main event, with Jey Uso losing his Intercontinental Championship to Bron. I respect Breakker, I do. I don't care for him in the slightest, but I do respect him. So, this is just me getting my thoughts into words, trying to dig into how Jey might have been feeling, what he would still be feeling in the events directly after his loss. I hope everyone enjoys and feel free to share your own thoughts with me regarding the match in the comments. I would love to hear from ya'll. Cheers!

Summary: Jey Uso had just lost his championship to none other than Bron Breakker. It hadn't been a clean match, Solo and his Bloodline had interfered at every turn. The interference and the loss of his title gave Jey a lot to think about that evening and into the next morning, prompting him to make an unexpected phone call. But, before he would pledge himself once again to the cousin that he had long since abandoned, he had terms to demand of Roman.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Main Event Jey Uso lay on the mat, disorientated and clutching at his midsection after taking the spear and eating the pin from Bron. The pain he could handle, the pain he was used to. But losing the championship, the one thing that he truly felt he had earned for himself, had made him numb.

His little brother, Solo, and the rest of his faction had ended his reign before he even had a chance to get used to the weight of the title. His little brother and his gang had come all the way from Smackdown, hopping brands and barricades to ensure that he would not retain. His little brother had betrayed him and maybe that was worse than losing the title.

After a while, Jey had pushed himself up off the mat, his eyes downcast as he slowly limped towards the ropes and up the ramp. He didn’t see the fans, he couldn’t hear them, he couldn’t look at them. He needed to be alone; he couldn’t take it anymore. He vaguely noticed Adam Pearce appear before him, asking him how he was and if he needed medical, a tentative hand reaching out to brush Jey’s shoulder. The same shoulder that he normally would have had the title hanging from…. The same shoulder that he had just had the title hanging from just an hour or so prior. He had shrugged the hand off, not even bothering to answer any of Pearce’s questions.

Somehow, he had made it back to his hotel room though he couldn’t recall the entire sequence of events that led him back to his lodgings. Still clad in his ring gear, he threw his gear bag to the ground with more force than was strictly necessary and moved to his bed to lay down, curling into himself as a spasm of pain rippled from his abused midsection.

At least he could feel something again.

That night he couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t sleep, his mind too overloaded with so many thoughts about that evening, about the future, about what he might do next.

It was hard to think about the future when he had lost so much that night.

The next morning, he pulls himself out of bed, his muscles tight and aching from the abuse of the previous evening. Still in his ring gear, he strips off and heads for the shower, hoping that the warm water will have some effect on his aching body. Afterwards, he sits down on the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the side. He reaches onto the nightstand blindly and grabs his cell, switching it back on as he had turned it off sometime during the night.

As soon as his phone powers on and without any real thought to it, his mind strangely blank after being overloaded just a few hours prior, he punches in a phone number that he knew almost as well as his own.

He waits for the dial tone and the familiar voice that answers him is almost enough to make him hang up.

“Jey?” Jimmy asks, hesitation and confusion in his voice at the sudden phone call. He had seen the match, of course he had, but their last interaction hadn’t been exactly cordial. So, he was genuinely surprised by the sudden phone call from his twin.

“Jimmy.” Jey says, his voice raspy from overuse and emotional turmoil. He tears the phone away from his ear, taking a moment to clear his throat to try and bring some semblance of normal back to his voice. “You with Roman?”

“Yeah, Uce…”

“Put him on. Now.” And the tone that Jey used left no room for argument.

A slight shuffle of fabric is heard and a sigh, likely from his brother, but his twin does what Jey asks of him.

“Jey.” Roman’s deep voice rings out by way of greeting.

“Look, cousin, I ain’t got time for you and your games. You want me back?”

“I want the family back.”

“Yeah, and I’m family.” A pause as Jey thinks about how he wants to phrase what he needs to get out, what he needs Roman to hear. “Listen, cousin. I’m coming back, but I ain’t coming back for you.”

Jey hears a sigh come through from the other end of the phone, presumably from Roman. However, if it was an exasperated sigh or a sigh of relief, he could not be certain.

“I ain’t coming back for you and I ain’t coming back for Jim. I’m coming back for me, so I can beat down on little bro for costing me the title.” Jey says matter-of-factly, shaking his head a little before adding, “And we gonna do some things differently this time around. I ain’t your tool, you ain’t gonna disrespect me.” Jey says, the anger starting to come through now.

“Jey, I’m the Tribal Chief. You can’t be talking to me—.”

“—Yeah, but like Jimmy be saying. You are a Chief with no tribe. Without Jimmy and I, you ain’t nobody.” Jey growls, cutting Roman off as he glares at the far wall, remembering one more thing he needed to make clear. “I’ll support you, if you give me what I need. But I ain’t gonna fall in line. Not like last time. You lay a hand on my brother and me and I’m gonna whoop you right alongside Solo.”

Jey hangs up after that, not even bothering to wait for a response from Roman, tossing his phone onto the bed beside him. He leans forward, grimacing as the action causes his muscles to scream in protest. He brings his head down into his joined hands, scrubbing them across his face. He had said what he needed to say. The dice was rolling, the chips were down. He would destroy Solo’s Bloodline for what they did to him. He would put an end to all of this warring in his family.

Jey Uso had lost his championship, but there were some things far more important than the gold. Jey would do whatever it took to put an end to his family’s civil war. He had to; he didn’t have another choice.

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A/N: And here we are at the end. Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings! If you couldn't tell, I was actually screaming as I was writing some of this. Okay, ignore me. I'm just dramatic. Guess who will still be yeeting for Jey? Literally me. YEET!

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

FEBUWHUMP 2024 DAY 4 - OBEDIENCE @febuwhump

Devotion The Clone Wars fic Word count: 300 Characters: Commander Fox, Sheev Palpatine Relationship: SheevFox. It can be shippy, but it works as platonic too. I make a tag for it just in case. Warning: Toxic relationship

"Chancellor, I wish you could see into my heart. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you" "I know, Fox." The warmness in the Chancellor voice made Fox's breath quiver on the fragile, veiny hand, which the clone held so carefully as in fear of breaking him. Sheev smiled. This foolish clone. He doesn't even know how to kiss a hand properly, otherwise his lips wouldn't have touched his skin. But a regular clone from the Coruscant Guard wouldn't have dared to initiate such expression of devotion. It wasn't needed. The Guard, especially the shocktroopers were ruthless, smart, efficent. Programmed to be loyal to death even more so than other clones. They proved themselves with deeds, not promises. He would have been repusled if someone else did it. Those subjects of his will, hungry for power, for money, or were loyal to him by sheer cowardice. Fox being so theatrical was also completely unnessecary and yet it amused him. Flattered him even. This commander who wasn't the bred to be a shocktrooper came from the battlefield, straight from the trenches. Fox was a beast needed to be tamed to his will but the thing with foxes, the more you corner them, the more vicious they would become. He needed a different approach. There was fire in Fox. Fire in those amber eyes, rage in that heart. Wrath of Coruscant, the troopers called him like that behind his back. Fox's obedience wasn't due to some programming. It was born from the same fire, it was devotion. It was love. And it was dangerous. Unpredictable. Love, just like fire needs constant kindling otherwise they would burn out before time. "I see you, my dear commander." It would be shame just to extinguish his flames but he will have to get rid of Fox. Eventually.

[a34trgv2]

The Problem With Toxic Relationships

TRIGGER WARNING: This post will talk about and use images that involve abuse, depression and anxiety. Viewer discretion is advised. You've been warned.

Recently I've noticed shows and movies casually display toxic relationships either for comedic purposes or as innocent child's play. It has disgusted and angered me to the point that I have to ask "Are you people sick or something?!" This post will highlight some egregious examples of toxic relationships and why they're harmful to not just storytelling, but to the oblivious audience members.

What is a toxic relationship? Well, if it was literal, it would mean being in a relationship with a vat of radioactive chemicals. In reality, it's when you're in a relationship (be it romantic or platonic) with someone who's just an awful person. One infamous example of a toxic relationship is with Brian and Stewie from Family Guy. You'd think a talking dog and a talking baby would be the best of friends. Oh, how wrong you are! Brian is an inconvenience to Stewie at best as the former has bullied, humilated, lied and even hurt him. Stewie's not much better as he beats the living snot out of Brian for $50, tortured his siblings to get tickets to Hannah Montana and thrashed his car with a baseball bat. It may be played for laughs, but it still paints a clear picture that these 2 might as well be mortal enemies. Whatever good moments they have between them is outweighed by the moments where they're at each others throats.

This is a good time to talk about one of the worst tropes in media. The "loving bully" trope is a story telling device that just casually normalizes bullying as a means of expressing romantic feelings as opposed to being a stupid and harmful act cause by stupid and harful kids because they're stupid and harmful. The most recent and worst example of thus trope is in The Loud House, where Ronnie Anne picks on and humiliates Lincoln because she has a crush on him. And rather than do something about it when his sisters find out, they squel with joy and see it as love as first sight. Pardon my French but WHAT THE FLOP??!!! Not only is this a very forced way to develop sympathy for the bully, but it also lies to the audience, who in this case are children. A bully picking on you is NOT your childhood sweet heart. They're your worst enemy and they need to be dealt with post haste.

I'd be remissing myself if I didn't talk about the infamous Seddie arc from iCarly. In my personal opinion, THIS was the worst case scenario for a show that started out really good. Sam was nothing short of a bully to Freddie, with multiple instances of her insulting him, hurting him, humilating him and even stealing from him. It was always because she thought it was funny, not because she had feeling for him. By having them be in a relationship, they did EXACTLY what you think they would play out if a bully and their victim got together. They constantly argued, they made everyone feel uncomfortable, they showed next to no chemistry with each other and made Carly the mediator between the two. If they were adults and this wasn't a kids show, Freddie would be getting abused hard.

Speaking of abuse, that's exactly what Joker did to Harley Quinn across several different incarnations. Time and again, Joker abused, humilated, belittled and verbally assaulted her because to him, she's just a means to an end. While this is normal taken very seriously, this toxic relationship between her and Joker was downplayed in Suicide Squad as well as in her appearance in DC Superhero Girls. I understand wanting to do something new with Harley Quinn, downplaying or flat out ignoring her backstory as an abuse victim is the equivalent to saying Bruce Waynes parents were seriously hurt but not shot by Joe Cool. Abuse should not be downplayed or ignored, because that makes victims of actual abuse feel more depressed than they actually are.

Victims of toxic relationships are often depressed, anxious, suicidal, and even bitter towards people who want to help. In Lilo & Stitch, after being bullied by Mertle and her friends, Lilo is depressed and choose to lie on the floor listening to Elvis "to die" she says. See, a lesser movie or show (looking at you, Family Guy) would portray the fallout of toxic relationships as comedic or no big deal. As someone who was lied to by former friends way too many times to count, I can assure you that it's NOT funny or anything less than a big deal living with the fact that I was in a toxic relationship. Some people straight up refuse to trust anyone after the last person they trust was a toxic disgrace to humanity. Other victims of toxic relationships, such as Helga from Hey Arnold or Valiente from Ferdinand, become toxic themselves after experiencing a toxic relationship with their loved ones. The toxicity of someone's personality can even drive the victim to suicide, such as Neil from the Dead Poet's Society. The fallout of a toxic relationship is often more difficult to deal with than the actual relationship.

Ultimately, what I want aspiring writers to take away from this post is to NOT make light or glorify toxic relationships. Whether it's with terrible friends, abusive love ones or your run of the mill bully, audiences shouldn't see toxic relationships as anything more or less than dangerous and stupid. To conclude, I'll be sharing abuse and suicidal hotlines to victims of toxic relationships. If you are a victim, you're not alone. You're not worthless, you're not stupid and you're not unworthy of love.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800-799-7233 or Text START to 88788

Suicide And Crisis Hotline: 988

National Institute of Mental Health: 1-800-273-8255 or send a text to 838255 to speak to a VA responder.

Stop Bullying:

[theokusgallery]

#if you had any hope nick could ever be redeemable here's your sign that that's just not gonna happen

Bold of you to assume we don't want to make him worse

LMAO that's the spirit

[talesofwhimsy]

WHY?, “Sin Imperial" // Car Sear Headrest, “I Can Play the Piano”

[lemons-and-cream]

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 <𝟛

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 :

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

"No no no, stop! I don't wanna play anymore, please!" She screams, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Play? Darling, I'm not playing." He grabs her by the waist, lifting her hips before ramming her deeper. Slowly, painfully. "I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. Does that sound like a game to you?" She covers her mouth, screaming silently. Her vision starts to blur and darken as he continues his restless torture.

"Well? Does it, Darling?"

The next moments were fuzzy. All that she could remember was the faint sound of his whispering. Brutal promises of painful love. Despair-inducing vows. She woke up unable to move. Dried tears stained her cheeks and her throat burned from hours of screaming and pleading.

"There you are." His voice made her flinch. She would ball up and cover herself if her body wasn't in excruciating pain. "Silent treatment? Or is your throat too sore to speak?" She wanted to scream at him. To curse him with the worst death imaginable. To plague him with the kind of torture she just went through; but no matter how much she wanted to fight, she knew she was too weak to stand up to him.

He kneels in front of her off the side of the bed where she lay. A gentle caress of his thumb across her cheek, he smiles. "You're perfect. You know that, Darling? Face of an angel and the body of a sinner," he says in a hushed tone.

I'm perfect.

"I love you, Darling."

He loves me.

"The love of my life. You're so gorgeous." He places a kiss on her forehead and smiles once again. "You know I can't stand it when you're grumpy. Give me a smile now, Darling." Droplets still glide slowly down her face but even then, she forces a smile.

And she's hooked again.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙳! 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚃. 𝙲𝙽𝙲 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜.

[monkey-overalls]

When you steal the identity of the person who hurt you the most, you awaken something-or someone-that should have stayed dead.

Scarf Pattern: @/toot-hours

Background Texture: @/adorably-adorable-devil

[athetos]

Okay this is something that has taken me years to come to terms with and I just need to get off my chest especially since im not in therapy anymore and honestly only a few close friends know this but talking about it is still hard and I want to be able to better forgive myself and get rid of some of the internalized shame that plagues me because of this, and like, just be more comfortable admitting this fact to myself so I can better heal from it. And I know it’s also triggering to a lot of people so I never feel like it’s ever appropriate to discuss I should have a therapist again maybe sometime. But I’m gonna just say it and maybe delete this later. But I’m a rape + abuse survivor and it’s took me years to even “unlock” this trauma and properly process it. I’ve come a long way but idk I just wanted to get this off my chest because it’s been aching to come out but I also don’t wanna burden people.

[fandomluver-101]

Cry, or Better Yet Beg

Is a disgusting webtoon and the novel it's based off is even worse. And why in the ever loving HELL is it on WEBTOON and labeled "YOUNG ADULT?" YA is for the age range of 12 to 18. Anything adapted from an 17+ novel off Yonder, which is an age restricted app, shouldn't being YA.

The art style is what drew me it. Honestly, the art is beautiful and stunning. And it's tagged as "romance," which I seriously wanted. You feel an attachment to the MC, Layla, quickly and I'm sure people connect to her the way I did too. She's bounced around from home to home until she is kept by her uncle. Their relationship develops into something wholesome, and gives Anne of Green Gables vibes.

Then you meet who you THINK is the love interest, Kyle. And he's perfect for a romance.

However, this story is not a romance. The first red flag in the webtoon is the introduction of Matthias, the Duke of this historical romance. Why?

First of all, Layla is 12 while he is 18. Which in and of itself isn't an issue until it becomes explicitly clear he's the male lead the writers will be pushing. Kyle is the same age as Layla, 12. Matthias became Duke at the age of 12, so why not have him as the same age? Nothing happens before she's 18, but he's 25 by that point and engaged to someone AGE APPROPRIATE.

Second issue is Matthias's personality. In that he is a sadistic, needlessly cruel POS. Regardless of Layla's uncle being his employee, the power dynamics between the two would be screwed no matter what. Again, her uncle is employed and housed by Matthias. She can't say no without retaliation from Matthias, which is something the writers like to gloss over.

The story on Yonder gives you a warning for the contents - child abuse, sexual assault, r@pe, etc. I read it to compare the Webtoon, couldn't finish because that shit is beyond disgusting.

Matthias is just a horrible person. He kills animals for no other purpose beyond knowing it upsets Layla, he admits this to her multiple times. He takes things from her, forces her to come to his home to clean for hours on end, and is relentless in forcing her to "beg." At some point there's a party, he steals her shoes and humiliates her by forcing her to beg and cry for them back.

Hell, there's a section where he takes her hat, gifted to her by her uncle, and mocks her for wanting it back. Then he throws it into the fucking river and of course Layla goes after it, because it was a gift from someone she loves! She starts drowning and it takes him however many panels before he goes in after her.

And you're like, okay, maybe he'll have some fucking development!

WRONG!!

He tells her that SHE should be thanking HIM. Despite HIM being the cause of the ENTIRE SITUATION!!! Not an ounce of human decency and that's fucking infuriating.

The Webtoon, however, does not. Yes, it is toned down, but all the shit from the Yonder novel IS STILL THERE. It claims there's implied child abuse, but doesn't say "hey, Matthias will be psycholically abusing, sexually harassing, physically and sexually assaulting, and eventually r@aping her and we'll justify his behavior by saying she liked it!"

Not even joking, that's exactly what is done. The writers legitimately make it seem like Layla comes to love him and thinks how she's been treated is acceptable. When Matthias assaults her and she has a fucking breakdown in the aftermath, the writers call her pain "adolescent sadness" as if she's crying over a lost earring rather than her getting assaulted by a man who says it's fun to see her cry and beg.

This shit is being read by CHILDREN. Young teens and tweens are the people reading this. Shit like this makes little girls and boys think this is acceptable behavior, that a relationship based on psychological torture and sexual harassment is okay because he loves you?

Jinx, a manhwa, is NOT on Webtoon. That's also a shit manhwa with a horrible male love interest, but it isn't glorified the way Cry, Or Better Yet Beg does. It doesn't act as if we should be rooting for them to be together and the artists and writers aren't going on hiatus because of "bullying."

It's anger inducing how the artists and writers went on hiatus as if they were being bullied. In reality, everyone old enough to know what was being depicted called them out! They told them they shouldn't be depicting the story the way they are, called them disgusting for making it very obvious that they WANTED to depicted a relationship between a child and an adult, doubled down on it being inappropriate and how they need to put better content warnings OR PICK A DIFFERENT PLATFORM!!

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

Bitches have got to go back to therapy because of their toxic ex girlfriend, who felt it was a good idea to get upset and tell them it was impossible to "live this way", after they just had a sleep paralysis. And then proceeded to leave the room to go sleep on the couch, even though she knew damn well bitches suffered from sleep disorders as a consequence of traumatic past experiences. Hi, it's me, i am bitches.