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🔹— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. | 𝐥. 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo’ak ✘ fem!human!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Lo’ak Sully never once failed to make you feel loved, adored, cherished, seen beyond belief, just as you’ve never failed him. A realization in which Lo’ak utters three simple words that yet held more than one significance.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : FLUFF, so much damn fluff, comfort, lo’ak and reader are between 17–20! touchy!lo’ak, touchy!reader, slightly shy!reader?, lovesick!lo’ak, lovesick!reader, descriptive love confessions, the mildest of heartache and angst if you’re a SAP for love confessions and shii…FLUFFY LO’AK!!( something short and sweet<333 )

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𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

“Is my pretty girl comfortable?”

The heart within your chest blossomed a wellspring of sentiments at his spoken words, searing into your mind. The tonality of his voice was gentle, barely above an exhale or whisper, yet the mirth of his expression was apparent to hear. And hearing it all combined was a sensory delight, a symphony of euphonious that you raveled in, savoring every golden note uttered in even a single breath of his.

Your lower lip, flushed was the supple skin, lolled between you teeth, blood flaring beneath your cheeks as an automatic response to his tone.

An aerated chuckle spewed from his lips, ears perching high up at what he would describe as a symphony : the very melody your little heart tuned just for him.

His fingers tenderly curled over the back of your head, practically enveloping it whole with their length and included with the extent of his palm, pressing you just a bit more closer into the warm crevice of his neck. His ear flitted at the sound of you inhaling deeply, hot breath soon brushing along his skin.

Lo’ak smelled nice, comfy. Truth be told, he always did, and he needn’t do much besides bathe in the warm waters, while the rest of his self constantly wavered in the Forest’s aroma, the sun’s warmth. Sweet, strong, yet not overwhelmingly so. Just enough. It was more so his being’s essence that mingled with Pandora’s forest that made Lo’ak…well, Lo’ak.

Lo’ak felt the hum of confirmation reverberate from you, the corner of his mouth softly lifting. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, the tip of your nose stroking right below a beaded necklace of his and lining connected to his breathing mask, touch soon going to the line of his bare collarbone. “You’re very warm, y’know? Warmer than all these blankets…”

A laugh, more so a boyish giggle, was huffed out from him, the adapted ends of his digits brushing the delicate skin behind your ear, the other gliding beneath the sheets’ layers in order to wrap around your hip and rub soothing circles there. “Ya really think so?”

Your head rose from his shoulder and tilted up, dazed gaze colliding with the vibrant golds of his. You smiled in that endearing manner always done when in his presence, eyes cataloging and retaining each feature of his – including the ones he believed to be shameful and for you to believe them astonishing – tracing the cobalt stripes and enumerating every flicker of orb-like freckles decorating his skin.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, baby?” His neck slightly bowed down, forehead converging against yours.

“That doesn’t seem fair…you’re just so pretty, Lo. So pretty and perfect.”

The most typical thing for Lo’ak to do or say was always either a teasing quip or act, yet for some reason, odd and unknown, he only closed his eyes and groaned softly as his head tilted back. The act may have come off as surprising to you.

“Damn…” The single word being breathed into the quietness of the room emitted a shiver from you.

The palm once cradling your head found its place to your jaw, fingers carefully holding you in place in order for his eyes to skim over your face, marveling at the simplicity of your existence beneath the faint light your tiny bedroom had to offer. Your eyes were the most beautiful shape and extraordinary hue he’d ever seen in his life. Lo’ak had heard you direct a phrase to him that a certain Sky person created ( Shake peare? Or what it Speare Shake? – he didn’t seem to care to remember ); Eyes are the window to your soul. He never truly understood its thorough definition until now. To see eyes in a sense that represented the essence of your life and what you seeked. To see eyes gather every moment, every sentiment and thought in the past that solely made you you in this present moment. And what he saw made the pure anticipation he felt inevitable, visible in the hazy rotations of his tail and the sudden flicks of his ears that made you smile dubiously. The anticipation to see and live a future with you by his side and gather every little piece of you as you’ve gathered his, no matter how different those pieces others sought to be.

One thing that was awfully certain ; Lo’ak Sully was the biggest hopeless romantic for you – just as much as you were for him – and this led him to bring both his palms around your neck, thumbs’ pads very lightly dabbing your lower lip, soon letting them feather across the subtle shape of your jawline.

The slight movements made from the muscles there made his cheek lift, thumb stroking over the curve connecting your earlobe and jaw. “You’re so pretty and perfect…”

Your breath momentarily escaped your lungs before briefly glancing down. “Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, Sully?”

He remained silent, his drooped gaze never tearing from your mouth, a single thumb finding its place back over your lower lip. Calloused, slightly rough against the supple plumpness of it. The blood beneath tingled, gloriously hot at the attention. It was either that all little oxygen in your room had been drawn out or all ability of respiration had swiveled out of your lungs.

He recognized it, the reaction he was reason of, and while he quickly brought the irritating breathing mask up to his face and took a large inhale, he accepted then and there that if anything he perhaps thought it was a fair share : him being cause to your breathless state, him not having the simple ability to completely breathe even if the circumstances were a bit… different. It was worth it all, to be sincere. It rippled joy through the Sully son, knowing he and only he could ever witness you like this, feel such sensation from those soft lips of yours, no matter the difference. The reality of it all overwhelmed the poor boy, causing him to exhale deeply, leaning in until his mouth tickled the corner of yours.

His breathy whisper was desperate as he moved closer, “Fuck that shit.”

The horizon of his nose nuzzled to the tip of your little one for a while before he finally craned forward. Soon afterwards, just within a second, Lo’ak was kissing you: delicately, sweetly. Despite him being rash at times, that was not always the case with you. He learned to control, learned to be gentle, yet at times Lo’ak tended to underestimate and sometimes forget his abnormal strength and capabilities when overwhelmed, always so desperate and touch starved when being consumed by the entanglement of your love, your presence, your air, your grasp of lips and hands.

Who could blame him though? He’d declare between breaths, or he’d say something between the lines of “you deserve to be kissed so good, y/n…to be cared for so good by me. Only ever me, yeah, sevin?”

He was surprisingly very skillful at this: kissing. You’ve been told he’s never been in a relationship before you due to the events in his life, and while you too had this in common with him, it seemed he was a million light years ahead of you. Though at certain times his movements did come off as uncoordinated, he was quick to pick up on it, constantly adapting rather quickly.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was the final task he would ever do in Pandora, and Great Mother, did he do it so well.

Perhaps pretty people just kissed that well — but Lo’ak was far greater than the word pretty — no words could ever truly do him justice.

A small whine was tugged from your throat when he retracted in order to breathe. He chuckled into the respirator before tossing it over his shoulder and returned his tender hold on your face, keeping you in place just for him to savor the adorable pout pushing your lips down, to bathe in the pools your pretty eyes gifted him.

“Always so needy for me, hmm? Ya just can’t get enough of me.”

He grinned widely at your chortle, watching the way your eyes rolled at his smug remark. “You’re the one who’s always needy for me. You’re also the one who can’t get enough of me.”

His dark brows hitched, an ‘oh really huh?’ challenging his expression.

“Just a friendly reminder, you kissed me first. I was just admiring my pretty handsome boyfriend. You were also staring at me like some lovesick skxawng who’d die any second if you didn’t touch me–”

His kiss cut you off, a soft ‘shut up’ being murmured against your lips. You conceded into his touch, unable to contradict him. Your hands rose to his cheeks in order to hold him much closer to you, letting your fingertips press against the striped skin there. The necessity to breathe became a meaningless thought that fled from your mind. All you could find yourself being able to think was how good kissing him felt. How you could sit there — entangled in his ludicrously long limbs, trying to get rid of any ounce of space between you both — for the whole of your existence kissing Lo’ak Sully, for the way he felt around, near, against you was always so ruining.

Lo’ak ruined the act of kissing for you — not that you would ever wish to kiss someone else anyways, and perhaps that was the reason why he ruined it. Because he more than you knew they’d never be as attentive and loving with their touches, they would never kiss you in the way you deserved to be kissed. He never once failed to make you feel loved, cherished, seen beyond belief.

“I want you to know what it’s like to be seen. I don’t want you to ever feel what I once felt — unknown. Unseen.” Is what his innards: his heart and mind uttered as he kissed you with raw meaning.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was his purpose, as if it was the sole thing he was created for, to kiss you, to perfect the imperfect shape of his lips against yours. He held you in his arms as if you would disappear from his life if he didn’t grasp you a bit tighter, any closer than his limits ever allowed him to. Lo’ak, he never truly knew the raw, open definition of love until you came along, and gosh when he learned, he discovered he loved you profoundly, persistently. He loved you as if creation itself would somehow collapse if he did not see you, kiss you, hold you, love you like it would be the final time.

Slim fingers grazed beneath the fabric of your shirt, coming in contact with warm skin and their way home on the small of your back. You smiled into the kiss, your joined breaths becoming the single thing you needed until you were gasping for air. Your eyes fell to the brisk rise and fall of his chest while he quickly brought the mask to his face with a small grin, but the knowledge of this being somewhat your doing did something to you.

You knew he could hear the rhythm of your heartbeat: clamorous and wavering yet certain and alive for him. You wondered if his heart beated for you in the same sense yours did. Did his heart prance a beat every time you came into his view, even for the slightest bit? Did the tame and steadiness of its beating soar tenfold?

Gazing up at him — a pure curiosity swirling your hues that made him tilt his head in wonder — your palm fell over the bareness of his chest, and there it was.

Swift and ferocious and completely out of Lo’ak’s control. It swarmed you with excitement, knowing that even with the change of age and edge of maturity he’d gained, this pulsating heart of his became much wilder and unpredictable, and some might say that was the nature of a creature.

But the Na’vi weren’t just some creatures with said natura prey and predatory tendencies. They shared what humans had in common — they were a being that thought, felt, spoke, bled, and breathed. But most importantly, they were imperfect and flawed. Lo’ak once thought himself the product of imperfect and flawed, but never saw the greatness of it. Not until you saw him for who he openly was, and taught him to accept his indifferences, including the differences and similarities between you two.

You wondered if his heart reacted the way it was because of those prenatural differences of his, or if it was because of you.

As if hearing your inquiry, his smile grew, all five of his fingers curling around your wrist, pushing your palm deeper against his chest.

“It’s you.”

Every vigorous and melodic beat declared testimonies of his affections for only you. He yearned for those testimonies to be seen, studied, embraced, and returned by you. Just you. Always you.

His heartbeats were not the only part of him speaking, if not that unconcealed hopelessly in love gaze he gave you.

You peered at his hands, the way his pinky slightly entwined with your smaller one, then peered down at your lap. A tiny smile fiddling with the corners of your lips at the boy’s long legs being tangled in your blankets as well.

“I think you’ve got a staring problem…”

Then, an unvoiced — but very well known — confession was uttered. 3 words in the English language, each individually without much significance and even put together, it did not have a greater meaning until living among the People in Pandora; three words that when threaded together they turn into the most purposeful phrases to ever leave one’s mouth. 3 words even in the Na’vi language, voices in times of authority, respect, recognition, understanding. You’ve heard the term being said by them, yet something about Lo’ak saying them directly towards you carried an entirely different meaning for you felt it the second he spoke it into existence.

Oel ngati kameie.

I see you.

An expression that while it had great power, it too had a vulnerability, a glimpse of one acknowledging and seeing who you were within. As equal or more strength than the words, ‘I love you.’ Though the way Lo’ak said it so confidently to you, a human with so much conviction brought no ounce of doubt in your mind when they met your ears. There was no hesitation, no need for reassurance because if you knew one thing about Lo’ak now, was that he was certain of what he knew, of what he felt, of what he said. The words left him as if second nature, and you’d be sure he would shout it to all of Pandora if he had the chance to. And perhaps he would.

It was a well known certitude : Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan sees and loves you wholly.

Your lips fell ajar, eyes a bit broadened. Your heartbeat intensified, and if felt like it would have detonated out of your chest right then and there, splay all over him with every ounce of your emotions, envelop him with your entire soul and being that longed to be by his side until you drew your last breath. You then realized you’d been awfully quiet, remembering that despite his confidence and cockiness, Lo’ak happened to be as much of an overthinker as you were.

Your eyes darted between his, searching only for the answer to be evident: a wondrous amount of certain love within their golden shades.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, fingers playing with the little growing curls sprouting from the upper nape of his neck as you asked him, “You see me?”

“I see you. I love you.” His head bobbed absentmindedly, the closeness of your forehead causing the single braid on his temple to sway not only across his brows but yours as well.

You giggled softly through the warmth blossomed in your chest at his added words, touch dancing across his skin. You stared at Lo’ak for a moment, seeing him.

Your voice found itself, and that foreign phrase you’ve wanted to reveal to him finally transpired. Liberating it felt to say it, genuine, strong, familiar as if you were meant to say it to him. It felt, was, and is as real as you and him. As real as anything that ever came to be and will be after you.

There it was. The chirp of his cute ears, the swivel of his tail, and that lively, precious smile revealed itself to you. The brightness of it illuminated the feelings in his ember orbs, velvet blue skin beaming with the very light of himself. Just as you returned his expression, his body shifted and so did yours when he decided to lift you in his arms and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him when his head gently fell over your shoulder.

The twines of his hair brushed across your neck as he tried nestling himself deeper into your warmth, showcasing a sense of vulnerability while whispering the words all over again just for you, and maybe to himself as well, to hear, to remember this moment.

“It’s kinda late, Lo… shouldn’t you be going home?” But your arms snugly wrapped around his neck while your hands held his head close to you.

“I can spend the night here with you, baby...”

“But what about you breathing—”

“I’ve got a mask, and I’ve got you. That’s enough for me to stay with you…please?”

You smiled softly at him while patting his head and sighing. “Fine…c’mon, you big baby boy.”

You laid down, and while Lo’ak was far larger than you, he made it work in laying carefully with you, trapping you in his embrace beneath the covers to which he didn’t seem to mind having on him — they were quite comfortable, and it didn’t fully cover his body unless he curled himself a bit. But he nor you did not complain, of course, because it was worth being in each other’s arms.

His braided head tucked beneath your chin, the point of his ear flickering lightly against your cheek. His nose twitched over the column of your throat inhaling your fragrance that was full of his own. He let himself slide a bit down in order for his head to lay over your chest, his soul entangling within your heart’s beat as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You loved him like this. He was free to hold, free from worries and grief, free from the forceful weight of filling the place of his brother and being the son of Toruk Makto on his shoulders. It was easy to forget that he was just a young soul wrapped in the chaos Pandora found itself in so very often due to the Sky People.

And he considered herself fortunate to have found solace within you. The unique, slow, and sweet rhythm your heart faintly sang against your rising chest, each jitter and pulse absorbed by his enhanced senses.

A frustration he cannot yet fandom is the fact that his own heartbeat is more rapid, stronger than yours, so strong you felt it travel through your body at this very moment. It irritated him a bit at how he couldn’t control it to match his girl’s tune. So instead, to not depend entirely on that mask he now and then reached for, his breathing tried and achieved synchronizing with yours; deep, unwavering, sound and steady...a favorite lull of his.

You wondered when was the last time he had fallen asleep this fast, gone long without the mask — either way, you’d wake him when the time came. You caught a glimpse of who Lo’ak once was as he rests against you; pure, outgoing, care-free, hardheaded and insecure. You’re reminded however, Lo’ak was still all those things. Because of you. You were the remains for every ounce of care-free and bright soul he had up to this day.

One declaration was well-known and certain in you as you were lulled to sleep by both your synced breathing and thriving heartbeats: Lo’ak sees you in a way no other would and in the same profound way you see him.

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avatarloverfrfr · 10 days

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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avatarloverfrfr · 19 days

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What’s done in the dark, comes to light. 💔🪶

Justice for Cole. Justice for our indigenous brothers and sisters. This is a silent crisis. Braid your hair in solidarity.

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avatarloverfrfr · 22 days

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nahhhh this ateee too bad they haven’t updated😞🛌

seer.

chapter 4.

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns. a lot of repetition. canon characters being ooc. lowercase intended. uses of y/n. arranged mating. let me know if i miss any

summary: family gets involved, arguments are had and announcement are made. i suck at summaries

word count: 4.0k

author's note: the word bank is at the end of the chapter, for any other words check the link in the masterlist, enjoy!

the matriarch watched the exchange from the other side of the tent. a fond smile gracing her face, the apprentices reminded her of another pair that were lost to war.

after instructing vìsawe on what to do, the tsakarem felt a pair of eyes on them. looking up and locking eyes with the tsahik, the apprentice returned the smile that was already in the teacher’s face.

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the tsakarem had developed a routine in the following weeks after meeting vìsawe. wake up, go to the tree of souls, go back, be in the tent learning from mo’at, and go back home. from what she had heard from the tsahik was that vìsawe was busy being tarsem’s right hand man, following the clan leader around. they would be joining them every now and then as vìsawe also needed to look for himself inside the great mother.

when asking her teacher why vìsawe needed to do that, the tsahik responded with ‘an olo’eyktan must wait to hear eywa, a tsahik is always listening.’ there was some truth to that, the tsakarem knew it better than anyone, even when the great mother had not presented her with any visions. the tsakarem was currently grinding herbs, entrapped in her own thoughts, thinking about how at some point vìsawe was going to be her muntxatan, her other half for the rest of their lives until they joined eywa. not that she didn’t like him, he seemed nice, but being set up with someone, especially after her parents fell in love, seeing each other for who they really are, with sempu defying his parents to mate with sa’nu. the tsakarem sighed in defeat. the silence was interrupted by the matriarch speaking up. “‘evenge, what is wrong this time?” “i haven’t had a vision since the first time we visited the tree of souls.” “that is not what is bothering you.” the tsahik responded. the tsakarem took a deep breath in frustration and questioned the tsahik.

“why must i be promised to vìsawe?” the tsakarem asked. the tsahik sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “it is eywa’s will for the clan leaders to be mated, ‘evenge. that will never change. it is a tradition that has happened ever since the first songs.” the high priestess responded, the apprentice was not satisfied with that answer and questioned the tsahik further. “has anyone broken the promise of two future leaders that are to be mated?” the apprentice asked. the tsahik stilled and considered her answer, but decided to tell her apprentice the truth. “yes, once, many eclipses ago.” “who was it?” “my daughter.” the matriarch simply responded. the tsakarem widened her eyes, she didn’t expect that kind of answer.

the tsakarem stayed silent, not wanting to anger her teacher. the matriarch didn’t comment on the way her apprentice looked slightly guilty of her question. the young healer looked down to what she was doing before hearing something, her ears twitching. the apprentice looked up to the matriarch, silently asking if she had heard it too. the sounds got louder, war cries and celebrating cries as if something worth celebrating had happened.

the tsakarem stood up and walked to the exit of the tent. seeing hunters and warriors, bow and arrows in hand. seeing a group of warriors with vìsawe in their ranks. “vìsawe!” the tsakarem shouted. the olo’eyktan in waiting perked up and turned around to see her. wide eyes looking at him and around them to see the hunters and warriors running around. “what is happening?” she asked, curiosity in her voice. “olo’eyktan asked me to lead a hunting party. we will have a communal dinner tonight because of an announcement he will make.” “do you know what the announcement is?” “no, i am sorry, syulang. you will have to excuse me, i have a talioang to catch.” vìsawe said, a smile on his face, walking away from the tsakarem. she saw him go back to his party and get on his ikran and cheer, raising his fist in the air. the tsakarem stayed planted in place, he called her syulang. she felt a hand on her shoulder and a piercing gaze on the back of her head. turning around, she saw the tsahik, looking down at her. “what did he say, ‘evenge?” “olo’eyktan sent him to lead a hunting party as we are to have a communal dinner.” the tsahik hummed in understanding. “go home, ‘evenge.” the matriarch said. the apprentice looked at her in shock. “must i repeat myself, ‘evenge?” the tsakarem shook her head in denial. “i must go talk with tarsem.” mo’at said, venom dripping from her voice.

the apprentice said goodbye and scurried away. she had a good guess as to why the tsahik had to talk to the clan leader. allowing a hunting party when the sky people were still out there, sure, there have been hunts gone on before but not like this one, one that was out of the blue.

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before the tsakarem even noticed, she was already home.

hearing her brother’s giggle, being chased around by their father, she was sure. entering the tent, she felt at peace. her brother was the first one to notice. “tsmuke!” rayfe exclaimed, jumping into his sister’s arms. “taronyutsyip!” the tsakarem responded, lifting her brother into her arms. hugging him tight and caressing his head. “oh, i missed you today, and you are getting stronger.” she said, tickling his stomach. he giggled in response. both her parents looked at her in shock. her mother was the first one to make a move, walking over to hug them. after the crushing hug, she looked at them with pure love and tenderness and caressed their cheeks. “my beautiful daughter, my compassionate son.” her mother was blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. the tsakarem didn’t notice her father behind her until he wrapped his arms around them, enveloping both rayfe and her in a loving embrace. the older sister felt her eyes water, she didn’t realize she needed to be around her family until now.

the family sank down to the floor, soaking up the embrace. the tsakarem was the first one to separate from the embrace to be able to tell her parents the news. “we are to have a communal dinner tonight, olo’eyktan will make an announcement.” “what announcement, ‘itetsyip?” her mother asked. the tsakarem stayed silent, looking at the ground. the parents locked eyes. “what announcement, paskalin? her father asked again, pressing for an answer. “i am promised to vìsawe, we are to be mated when we finish our training.” the tsakarem replied, taking a deep breath after confessing. the home was silent, no one dared to speak. her parents hugged her even tighter than before. the tsakarem sat there basking in her family’s embrace, even rayfe embracing in a hug that communicated ‘don’t go.’

the family sat there in silence, embracing each other. the tsakarem didn’t notice time passing until ikran cries were heard in high camp. “they are back.” “what happened, ‘itetsyip?” “they are back, the hunters, they are back.” the tsakarem said, standing up. “what are you doing, paskalin?” her father asked. “i must go to see if the hunters are injured, it is my duty.” she said, determined. the tsakarem left her home without glancing back. raising her head confidently, walking towards the hunters, vìsawe at the center of it all, laughing with his friends, she presumes. “eykyu!” the tsakarem shouted. one of vìsawe’s friends nudged him to look back.

turning his head, he saw his future tsahik approach him. he smiled at her, and greeted her. she smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. “syulang, let me introduce you to my friends, niawaeo, lisära, and zemeya.” she smiled at each of them. niawaeo was the same height as vìsawe, lisära and zemeya had their hair in braids, feathers hanging in their hair and in their arm bands. both of them were looking at the tsakarem oddly. the tsahik in training moved on from them and turned her head to vìsawe. “did anyone get injured, vìsawe?” she asked. “no, syulang, no one got hurt, fortunately.” vìsawe smiled sheepishly. seeing his current state, the tsakarem decides to tease him. "so, where is this talioang you promised?" she smiled, teasingly. his friends laughed at his current state, a blush across his cheeks and avoiding the tsakarem’s gaze.

the tsakarem was taken away from the conversation by celebrating cries being heard. four warriors on their ikran were carrying a talioang, with the creature's six legs being tied. the warrior’s willing their ikran to carry the heavy animal. when putting the creature on the floor, the tsakarem bombarded the warriors with questions. “is anyone injured, does anybody need assistance?” she asked, raising her voice. “we are alright, zeykoyu. the only person who might need assistance is natsem.” the warrior said with a malicious smile. this so-called warrior wanted to make fun of natsem, a boy or man in this case who had barely survived his uniltaron. the warrior had to be in bed rest for weeks, not even a celebration was held in his honor. natsem presented himself, he had rope burns all over his hands and forearms, with his shoulder bleeding.

the tsakarem’s gaze softened, natsem was looking at the ground, ashamed of his state. “go to the healing tent, i will be there in a moment.” she said. putting a hand on the non-injured shoulder of the warrior, he nodded and started making his way. the tsakarem sighed and turned to look at the warrior who had made the off-hand comment. “who do you think you are, tsamsiyu? making fun of someone who looks up to you, you should be comforting him, not belittling him.” she exclaimed to the warrior. he looked down at her, a scowl on his face, “who do you think you are, zeykoyu? berating a warrior in front of the people, you are no one to be demanding of me.” he said, pointing his bow at her in anger.

vìsawe noticed the stares and whispering pointed at the arguing pair, which he came to realize were teyru and y/n. damning teyru and his attitude underneath his breath, vìsawe made his way to split up the argument. “what is happening here?” vìsawe said, getting in between the warrior and healer. “this healer is berating me for teasing natsem.” “you were not teasing him, you were being malicious toward him. you are an excuse of a warrior.” the tsakarem responded, pointing a finger at teyru.

teyru hissed at her, revealing his fangs. the tsakarem hissed back, this warrior is not going to do anything to her, she was sure of it. “manga!” exclaimed vìsawe. “why are you hissing at her? she is telling the truth, you are cruel to anyone who you think is beneath you.” vìsawe said, firmly. teyru was taken aback, bowing his head and ears going down. y/n smirked, she was right. vìsawe looked at her, silently telling her to go heal natsem.

y/n turned around, she felt a pair of eyes on her. looking around, she locked eyes with her grandmother, who had a calculating gleam in her eyes. the tsakarem looked down and made her way to the healing tent. upon entering the tent, she noticed natsem already sitting down, sniffling. gathering the materials necessary, she kneeled down in front of the warrior and grabbed one of his forearms. “it will get better, you will get better.” y/n said, trying to comfort natsem. he just stayed silent, the tsakarem sighed in defeat and continued applying salves to his ropeburns.

the tsakarem felt a presence enter the tent, she didn’t turn around, too focused on healing natsem. moving on to his shoulder, y/n felt a hand on her shoulder, turning her head she saw her betrothed. “give me a moment, vìsawe, and i will aid you in whatever you may need.” she said, turning her head and continuing at the task at hand. “we must talk.” vìsawe said, forcefully. “give me a moment.” the tsakarem bit back. vìsawe nodded in understanding, not wanting to anger her even more. “you may go home, natsem.” y/n said. “irayo, zeykoyu.” y/n nodded in understanding and watched the warrior leave. the tsakarem sighed before turning to vìsawe. “what do you want, taronyu?” y/n asks vìsawe. vìsawe is taken aback but continues the conversation. “why did you start arguing with teyru? he is an experienced warrior, he is older than me, older than you, syulang.” “i did what any person would do if they saw a person being picked on, why are you questioning my decision?” y/n asked. “i don’t want you to get hurt, syulang.” “you don’t want me to get hurt, that’s rich coming from you. you told me that no one was hurt and yet natsem got hurt. you were oblivious to what happened.”

vìsawe stayed silent, she was right.

“get out, vìsawe.” the tsakarem said. “syulang, let’s talk about this.” “i’ll see you at dinnertime, vìsawe, just get out.” y/n interjected, looking away from the hunter. vìsawe nodded, defeated. after vìsawe left, the tsakarem felt a lingering presence, pulling her knife from its holster close to her tail and held it in front of her. “this is no way to greet family, granddaughter.” said her grandmother. “i am not your granddaughter, ingma, you barely know me.” “you may be right, but how would the clan react to a lowly healer disrespecting one of the elders.” said ingma. “i am tsakarem of the omatikaya, not a lowly healer.” y/n corrected. ingma looked in disdain at her granddaughter, what a stubborn girl.

“do the people know who and what you are?” the elder asks. y/n stays quiet, the people don’t know who she is. ingma smirks before turning her attention at the girl. “tell me, granddaughter, how did you become the new tsahik in training?” “why do you want to know?” y/n asked in return. the elder looked pointedly at y/n, the girl returning the look with the same intensity. “how did you become tsakarem?” ingma asked with a demanding tone, grabbing the girl’s arm. “what is your problem with me, koakte?” y/n asks, tearing her arm away from the woman’s grip.

the elder scoffed at her granddaughter. “i see your parents have not taught you any manners.” “they have, but they also taught me to not take disrespect from anyone.” the tsakarem responded. “how did you become the new tsahik in training?” ingma asks again, adamant to get an answer from her granddaughter. y/n rolled her eyes and answered her ‘grandmother.’ “if you really must know, i am blessed with a gift from the great mother.” the tsakarem responded. the elder stayed silent, processing the information given, y/n smirked, proud of herself for rendering speechless the woman who called herself family.

“what is this gift?” ingma asks. “visions.” y/n simply said, inspecting the elder’s reaction. the elder stayed silent, the tsakarem thought ingma was going to question her about the past visions seen but the question never came. the elder stared at the tsakarem in wonder and fled the tent. y/n stared at the entrance of the tent for a second, not believing what had happened. quickly snapping out of her daze, y/n started to pick up the mess she had in the quest of healing natsem. while doing so, her mother burst into the tent. “‘itetsyip, don’t you dare do that again.” her mother exclaimed. “sa’nu, you and sempu told me of serving the clan and the weight that came with it, what i did was reasonable.” y/n countered. “do not try to get out of this, y/n. running out of your home because of duty, after weeks of not seeing you is not an excuse, ‘ite.” “i was healing someone who was injured, vìsawe is trying to protect me when he really should not, and my supposed grandmother, ingma te ulua amha’ite, demanded me to tell her how i became the new tsahik in training. excuse me for doing the right thing and getting scolded for it.” her mother stared at her, the irritation being obvious in her body.

“walk home, y/n te meknu meyki’ite, and pray to the great mother that i don’t have the strength to ground you when we get home.” meyki warned. y/n was stunned, she thinks its the first time her mother had used her full name.

the tsakarem quickly picked up the mess and went on her way, trailing behind her mother. she saw the looks and whispers that were probably about her. arguing with a warrior, turning away a hunter, talking with an elder. well, more like insulting, but they don’t know that, she thinks. glancing at her mother, a suspicious look donning her face, meyki’s body was tense, looking around, head held high. arriving home, meyki instructed her daughter to enter first, then shutting the flap that was the entrance to the home.

no one was home. a fire was lit, lighting up the home. “what did ingma ask you, ‘itetsyip?” meyki asks. y/n looks at her mother in the eye, exasperation evident. “she asked me how i became the new tsahik in training.” “and what else?” “and i told her that i had the gift of visions, and i may have insulted her.” meyki sighed, only her daughter had that kind of skill. right at that moment, rayfe burst into the tent, seeing his sister and hugging her. “tsmuke!” “hello, taronyutsyip.” y/n returned, hugging him and patting his head. the parents watched the scene with fondness.

“i talked with your mother, sempu.” the tsakarem informed. y/n thought it would be better for the news to come from her, but that was just a speculation. rämun was taken aback. “what did you guys talk about, paskalin?” “she asked me about being tsahik in training and i may have insulted her.” y/n said, guiltily. rämun flashed his daughter a small smile before telling her. “good for you, tanhi.” y/n smiled, glad that her father was not angry with her.

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people were starting to gather around the fire pit, from the distance y/n could see the olo’eyktan and his mate, ziärä, a talented warrior and the best dancer of the people. mo’at was making conversation with ingma. well, more like ingma telling mo’at something. she could see vìsawe, niawaeo, lisära and zemeya laughing. children running around trying to tag each other, rayfe ran from them to join the game. vìsawe took notice of y/n, walking over to greet her and bring her over to talk with his friends. the two of them locked eyes, the tsakarem quickly avoiding his gaze and trying to hide behind her parents. “oel ngati kameie.” he greeted the two adults, locking his gaze on the girl behind her mother. y/n cringed, hiding behind her mother like a child, he probably thought she was immature. meyki stepped aside for vìsawe to have a clear view of her daughter crouching. “hello, syulang.” vìsawe said, an enormous smile on his face. “hello, vìsawe.” y/n said, looking up at the hunter. the tsakarem could hear her parents laugh to themselves.

y/n stood up from the previous crouching position to look at vìsawe in the eye. she looked her parents in the eye, signaling them to please leave and not talk about this, ever. meyki and rämun left the pair, laughing and holding hands. “would you like to join me and my friends?” vìsawe asks. y/n considers her options, deny vìsawe and go back to her family or say yes to vìsawe and make more friends. she chose the latter. “of course!” she responded. vìsawe signals her to follow him toward the group. she managed to not lose him in the growing crowd of blue bodies. finally arriving, the tsakarem saw the three warriors she had met earlier. “syulang, you know lisära, zemeya, and niawaeo.” the three nodded toward her. y/n nodded in return. the pair sat down, and niawaeo immediately started talking with vìsawe. the tsakarem really didn’t care for their conversion, hearing snippets of it, they were talking about the earlier hunt.

while the tsakarem was off in her own little world, lisära and zemeya locked eyes, wondering if they should question the girl their friend had nicknamed. zemeya was the first to speak up. "what is your name?" she asked. the tsakarem didn’t know how to respond, the two hunteresses didn’t seem too keen on talking with her the first time they met. the pair watched the girl struggling to get any words out, looking at each other. “y/n.” the tsakarem simply answered. “i really like your hair.” lisära complimented. “thank you.” y/n responded, tugging a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. their awkward conversation was cut short by tarsem trying to get the attention of the people.

he stood up to see the sea of people sitting. “you may be wondering why i have arranged this dinner, i have announcements to make, which i believe all of you should hear.” tarsem said. the tsakarem’s heart was beating in her ears, her whole body frozen. she knew what was about to happen.

this was her last time in the shadows.

“a tsakarem and olo’eyktan in waiting have been chosen to lead the clan in the future and they are to be betrothed until they are deemed ready to become leaders.” y/n looked at vìsawe, he was looking forward, almost avoiding her gaze. the tsakarem knew this would happen, she knew that they were going to be promised. y/n moved her gaze to where vìsawe was looking to see tarsem’s arm stretched pointing to where they were sitting. the hunter stood up and offered his hand to y/n, she took it, and they began making their way to where the clan leader was.

the tsakarem felt as though they were walking in slow motion, seeing her parents, her grandparents, grandma zina’s face broke her heart, her grandma was on the verge of tears, she felt as though they were saying goodbye, one last time. seeing rayfe sitting between their parents, a pout on his face. she smiled at her brother to lift his spirits, but the sentiment was in vain. vìsawe and y/n arrived where the olo’eyktan was, standing in front of him, waiting for his instruction. tarsem nodded his head toward the space next to mo’at, the tsakarem made the first move toward the space as to talk with her teacher.

sitting down, y/n felt an acute stare on the back of her head. she knew it was ingma, the council of elders were behind her. tarsem continued his speech after vìsawe sat down. “in their honor, a celebration will be held in a week’s time.” the clan leader announced. people were celebrating, yipping and ululating in response. tarsem waited for cheers to cease to make the other announcement. “afterwards, we will continue the attacks on the sky people.” y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. people were cheering even louder, tarsem smiled, and talked again. “let’s eat!” he exclaimed.

the tsakarem’s gaze stayed fixated on the cave floor; she couldn’t face any of the people that were in front of her, who were staring at her. taking a deep breath, she looked forward and turned her head to see vìsawe, who was also staring at the floor, trying to assimilate what had happened. the tsakarem laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, prompting his head to turn toward her, she offered him a slight smile, he returned it.

after that moment, they ate in silence. assimilating to the fact that, they were now linked, whether they wanted it or not.

word bank:

muntxatan - husband, male spouse

syulang - flower

talioang - sturmbeest

eykyu - leader (typically temporarily, of a small group like a hunting party)

manga - hey, hey you

koakte - old woman

author's note: sorry for the long wait, but it is finally here. expect less long updates as i am on vacation so hope you enjoyed! and please like and reblog!

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LOUDER!!🗣️🗣️ him being human is all he has goin for him🙏😭don’t give him no avatar.

Spider having an Avatar

Am I the only one DESPISING this idea? I don't want Spider to become an Avatar. It would ruin his dynamic and the uniqueness of his character.

Anyone else?

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The anurai clan is so cool it has been one of my favorite clans for awhile now

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The Songs of Freedom Chapter 1: Sätarep

Characters: Sarentu reader named Kirani, Teylan, Nor, Ri’nela, Alma, Mercer, So’lek and eventually Eetu

Synopsis: You’re one of the Sarentu children abducted from your clan, having been put through the RDA’s brainwashing program called TAP Con-1 you find yourself waking up from a deep sleep you don’t remember taking as a resistance member storms the headquarters saving you all.

Warnings: None; just angst, ptsd mentions of past abuse, and childhood trauma

Word Count: 1k

Sätarep is na’vi for rescue

The distant humming of machinery slowly invades your eardrums, with its unfamiliar sound arousing you from this deep slumber you’ve apparently been in. Your lashes begin to flutter as if coming out of a deep lucid dream, feeling your fingers twitch gently coming back to life. The echoes of thrumming technology somehow begin to get clearer and clearer opening your eyes to harsh fluorescent lighting. Your limbs feel stiff and unmoving, as your feeble attempt to rise up is met with an awkward thud. You try once more and look around you as your eyes struggle to adjust to your surroundings. Looking to your left you see a confused Ri’nela almost mirroring all of your own actions.

Your heart begins to pick up speed, fueling the confusion with an uneasy sense of dread. “W-what happened?” You hear a soft whimper from Teylan, as you whip your head to the sound of his voice. You rub your eyes for good measure swinging your long limbs out of what seems to be a cryo chamber. “What?” You croak out. Your vocal chords strain themselves from lack of use, clearing your throat for good measure. “You made it.”

You look to see Teylan, Nor, and Ri’nela all slowly rise in disorientation out of their cryo beds looking to the source of the sound; Alma. “Oh… I’m so sorry…” You hear a tightness in her voice that sends an eery chill of doubt down your spine. “Alma what is this? What happened?” Ri’nela asks urgently.

You jump out of the cryo chamber capsule and run next to Teylan as the group forms out of defense like you used to do as children. “I….I’m so sorry…all of you.” Alma hesitates to speak. Nor’s expression slowly dissipates from the skepticism… to realization. “You did this to us?” He accuses harshly.

All four of you exchange silent looks of horror, turning to Alma as she struggles to explain herself. “They made me. When the war started it was this or….” She trails off in an awkward stutter. “You betrayed us?” Nor steps closer to her, causing a cautious step back on her behalf.

Your mind begins to spin out control in a state of shock like an ice bath being injected straight into your veins. “How long have we been in cryo sleep for Alma?” You ask reluctantly. You and Ri’nela exchange a worried look and turn back to Alma watching her close her eyes in shame and sigh.. “15 years..” Her words feel like a blow to your chest, with the air from your lungs completely seizing all at once. 15. 15 years of suspended animation? How was this possible?

“No no that can’t be possible we would’ve remembered!” Ri’nela pleas out. You can see the fear seeping into her eyes as she slowly comes to the realization that the mentor you looked up to as children would betray you this. “You don’t understand! Mercer ordered to have the rest of you killed, as the battle started.. I stowed you away to save your lives.. I never wanted this to happen.” She raises her hands frantically waving them as a metaphorical white flag.

“Oh my god..” You whisper, grasping what she’s done, weighing like stones in your heart. “You evil bitch!” Nor launches himself at Alma, just as the red emergency alarms blare into the room loudly. All of you freeze in panic looking around the dark room now lit with an insidious red glow just as a loud explosion occurs. The sound of distant screaming and machine guns echos in the hallway getting closer and closer to you, “What’s going on!?” Teylan’s voice panics at the loud sounds.

Your ears fill with the hissing from the many rounds of ammunition hearing the RDA soldiers fight this mystery intruder. “Go! Get out of here, now’s the chance-” Alma attempts to plea as Nor digs a sharp object into her abdomen. Before you can even process what he’s done a large figure rushes out of the corridors into the main room. A tall slender Na’vi decked out in military gear and war paint carries a large machine gun looking around the space slowly. All of you stand together stunned with terror and uncertainty watching Alma choke on her own blood falling with a loud thud.

The slender Na’vi man speaks “You are Sarentu?” His voice booms with confidence watching you all with a stoic look on his face you can’t quite pinpoint. “Sarentu… No one has ever called us that.” You reply with a shaky voice. The way his lips curl up into a smile sends a shiver down your spine. “Come. You no longer have to live at the mercy of the sky demons.” He replies. He straps his gun behind his back stepping nonchalantly over a writhing Alma, and up to the group of you. “Stay back!” Nor points with his handcrafted weapon, but it doesn’t seem to bother this man in the slightest.

“If you wish to live, follow me.” He nods his head in the direction of the emergency exit door to the far right. “How can we trust you? Who are you!” Ri’nela demands. The stranger stands tall and takes a sympathetic sigh, “I am So’lek, member of the Resistance against the sky people. Once Trr’ong, and a warrior of my clan. I thought the Sarentu were long extinct, but new intel has proven me wrong. Get your belongings and follow me.” He says with booming conviction.

The four of you all exchange looks, slowly thinking about the chances you’d even have alone in the facility, having just been woken up from a 15 year sleep you don’t remember taking. You swallow your pride and blooming fear, as Ri’nela speaks “Where are you taking us?”

So’lek smiles back, “Resistance HQ, we are a movement made up of both Na’vi and human allies..” You observe the way he hesitantly states the last part of his sentence, as if reluctant to credit the humans of being considered credible allies. “We have no choice. We’d die here without Alma. Mercer will kill us all..” You state frantically.

All of you begin to salvage whatever items you hold dear, which include a toothbrush, grey t shirts, and a bead you saved from when you a child that you assumed a family member gifted you. You scatter together awkwardly looking at the lack of possessions you all own after being completely stripped of your native identity your entire lives. A wave of guilt and doubt riddle your mind, thinking about how you’re about to leave behind, all you’ve ever known.

“Let’s get of this hellhole once and for all!” Nor shouts. “This isn’t a good idea! How do we even know we can trust him! Mercer has given us everything we’ve ever needed!” Teylan begins to get hysteric. You see his eyes widen in clear fright as you follow So’lek to the emergency exit, “We have no choice Teylan! We belong in the forest! Pandora is our home!” You can’t help but yell in frustration. You all knew what this metal box has done to you. The house of horrors has done nothing but inflict physical and emotional trauma on the four of you. And it ends today.

“Come… Your new life awaits you.. all of you.” So’lek smiles. Just as you make you follow So’lek out the emergency door you hear the thud of loud footsteps. “There they are! Get them!” Mercer’s voice echoes in your ears, as you all scream to escape. “Run!” So’lek shouts making sure one by one you step out the door as he releases rounds of bullets at the soldiers.

The group of you narrowly clear out and awkwardly thud onto the lush grass of Pandora. Staring at ground, you slowly rise and take in your new surroundings. The distant memories of your life before TAP are all but a blur. Cloudy visions of a lullaby, a bonfire, swimming in a river, and eating delicious fruit feel like a dream. “Oh my god.” Nor whispers in wonder.

Back when you were children anyone who spoke of the forest would be placed in solitary confinement as a punishment. You and Nor spent the most time there.. “We should go back! This was a mistake!” Teylan whimpers in fear. “No this is home. We belong here.” Ri’nela states. “Do it for Aha'ri.” You look to each other with sad eyes, tears brimming at the thought of your dead sister who lost her life to an attempt to escape all those years ago. In that moment, you knew you’d rather die than ever go back to this place again. “Follow me!” So’lek suddenly bursts through the doors and runs into you, watching him in horror as the sound of guns continue. You all take off into a sprint following him into the thick of the Pandora jungle, running into your newfound freedom.

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