#YESS BBS ART!!!!

[hyphinett]

GO PLAY IT!!!!

(coughing up blood) please... please play the Anthology of the Killer

[pealeii]

Do you have ocs if so I would like to hear about them

YESS YESS HAHAHAA YES

so i have so many lol ofc….but the ones i’m fixated now are these guys!!!

From left to right: Melody, Vika, Jason

So the whole story/concept is centered around Melody—she’s a witch! She’s the only witch in their smallish Maine town, and she has a three-ring binder folder as her spellbook! (she couldn’t buy one so her mom photocopied the pages from the library’s copy) she’s weird and silly and loves her friends and loves being a witch and wants to be the best out there (as you can see i love all the mismatched patterns she wears. she wears those weird 2000s tshirts that were just photos of cats and rainbows)

Then her two best friends…Vika and Jason

Vika is smart and soft-spoken but she is really passionate about what she believes (a bit of an idealist) she definitely becomes more and more outspoken as time goes on. she runs for vice president of the student council!!!! and takes it way more seriously then everyone else running. (other things: her mom is chinese and her dad is russian, she played clarinet with jason and melody for 4 years but then switched to oboe) i have so much cooking for her but i want it to be revealed in the story/SOME OF IT I KNOW HAS TO HAPPEN WAY LATER IN THE PLOT 😭😭😭

then Jason. I’ve decided he’s very emotionally and “normally” intelligent but he’s still developing of course and learning to apply himself. I DONT WANT TO SAY SOMETHING CUZ LIKE THERE’S A PLOT DEVELOPMENT THATS REALLY FUNNY but it reveals that he really tries to be nonchalant and chill but he’s actually really emotional and dramatic and reactive. ALSO LOOK AT HIS PORT WINE STAIN <333333 random other things: his dad is ❤️ like he’s so kind and loves jason so much and jason loves him so much back ❤️ cuz like jason’s mom left when he was a baby so dave (that’s jason dad’s name) is jason’s whole parent and always will be and dave has two other kids that he loves so much but jason will always be his baby ❤️ speaking of his other kids, there’s a bit of a gap between jason and his two other siblings. (like jason’s in 9th grade and they are both in college) the oldest is ethan, who’s going to university of austin for journalism and does theatre (i might switch his major to theatre LMAOO) and the one who’s a little younger than him is penelope (penny for short) who’s studying liberal arts at stanford.

so vika, jason, and melody go to a smallish public school that splits K-9/10-12 so they’re in 9th grade but are still in “junior high” here’s some teachers:

From left to right: Mr. A (Ian Andretti - teaches math, he’s important), Miss Noor (Halima Noor - teaches science, has a bazillion cats, very bubbly), Ms. Boxer/Ms. B (Bernadette “BB” Boxer - teaches english and head of the theatre department, best friends with the principal, has a student-teacher that may be important, kinda grouchy but very dedicated and good at (and loves) what she does)

TBH i don’t want to say TOO much because I’m planning on making this an actual comic (i’ve made a couple pages so far!) the vibe is little newspaper-type comic strips (think big nate) but with an overarching plot and some “specials” where the comics are longer and more plot heavy

There’s also characters I’m still developing and I didn’t mention all of them here

WHEN I HAVE MORE TIME TRUST I WILL MAKE STUFF FOR THIS I REALLY WANT TO!!

[askinkiskarma]

Hi Love ! 💕 How are you ? It's been sooo long... sorry 🥺

Life has been a damn rodeo these days🙄

Where to start ? Well. First... THE SECOND CHAPTER OF FALSE GOD ? HELLO ? 😩

I promised myself I would wait... *cough* Obviously I did not achieve that haha

I don't really have anything else to say... but as always.. I have some news 😏 When it's not art or... feeding the brainrot in general 🤭

Sorry, but for me it's a oh yess haha ! Not that I have anything against gay couples okay ? NOT AT ALL ! PLS 🫂

It's just Neteyam and Ao'nung ? Mmhhhpf Why not😓😂

Seems they agreed on a plain trope here... Ennemies to lovers 🤷🏻‍♀️ Classic, but will work

It always works😏

Anyways ! Sending you lots of love and force bb🤲🏻❤🌸💫💕💥💞❤

Hi babyyyy I missed youuu!! How have you been my love? Xx i’m good, tired and off to sleep right after I answer you bc i couldn’t wait until tomorrow!!

Thank you so much, i’m so so happy you enjoyed the chapter, i feel so insecure about my writing recently so it feels so good to hear people still enjoy what i do 😓

And omggg that’s so cool, i’m excited to see how it goes, I honestly didn’t expect aonung and kiri but I’m intrigued now that you told me about it!! I’m excitedddd 🤍

Smooches baby, ilysm 🤍🤍🤍

[chthonicgodling]

ahh yess after a month of Olympian vacation we are back to the Underworld where we belong-

It was Vryk’s birthday a few days ago!!!!!! so here’s a belated quick pic for him, babyyy boy turned 7 years old!! our very normal and sweet kiddo………crunch uwu also a closeup bc. uhh. cute idk

One of the fun parts of (gestures) all this existing within an active RP’verse is that our kiddos are all aging in real time (eventually to become adults and freeze in time forever),, I do NOT keep track of anyone’s birthday lmfao except religiously for Neo’s (and loosely for Raz’s since it’s a week before hers); however I happened to notice Vryk’s apparent bday (april 29th!) when looking through old art last week and so he’s lucky this year!!

some of you have been around SINCE he was born - remember the drama! the mystery! the angst and tragedy and the jaw dropping zombie baby reveal! and I hope those of you are similarly floored that he’s already somehow 7 years old gODDD HOW EVEN—

little precious cutie baby angel bb icky Vryky belongs to @fenixethekid

[taixju]

Jean wears a silver chain and you feel it on your skin when he is on top of you.

I think this is so fucking hot 😭😭

I SEND YOU A LOT OF POSITIVITY 💓💓💓

HI BB SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO REPLY !! I’ve been crazy busy and I wanted to put my 100% effort in answering everyone’s asks!! BUT YESS SOMETHING ABOUT WEARING CHAINS WILL MAKE ME GO FERAL JDJCOWDJD I’ll make sure to take notes when I get to your self ship art with jean!! 😉❤️

[iximaz]

Running thoughts on The Mandalorian Episode 8

This episode summed up in one word: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???!!!

I’m only gonna say it once: MASSIVE spoilers beyond the break!

THEY PUT BABY YODA IN THE BAG ASDFGHJKL; YOU MONSTERS aw cute point of view shot from inside the bag but also HOW DARE YOU

DID YOU JUST SERIOUSLY HIT MY BABY 

did you seriously do it TWICE

Okay these two troopers have big Taika energy and as much as I already hate them I’m laughing my ass off

These two trying some target practice to pass the time can’t shoot for shit and I’m living for it

That other trooper be like

Okay it’s not just me who heard that trooper say “Oh my god”, right??

You go Baby Yoda, you bite that mean trooper WHO JUST FUCKING PUNCHED YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM I HOPE THEY DIE

oh my god IG you better show them what’s what

Breaking that fucker’s arm after he hit Baby Yoda yesssssss

IG is an icon and i love him

“The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers” oh that’s neat so that’s where it was

“If we can get down there, they can help us escape” uhhh Dyn how long has it been since they said they’d have to relocate buddy

Oh the troopers are getting out a big gun thing this is fine they’ll just miss with it anyway

...What the hell kind of sewer has access inside a bar lounge?

can we just get more footage of cara with her big gun being sexy and stuff please

SHE’S FROM ALDERAAN HOLY SHIT WHAT

HE KNOWS THEIR NAMES OH SHIT

!!!!! SPELLING CONFIRMED IT’S DIN DJARIN MY MAN I NEED TO GO EDIT MY FANFIC NOW BUT AAAAAAAA

“Night of a Thousand Tears” is this just me or does this just sorta feel like Kristallnacht like seriously yikes and also oof

Ughhhhh I hate Moff Gideon so good job writers on that I absolutely loathe your villain well done

“Mandalorian isn’t a race.” “It’s a Creed.” FUCKIN YES THANK YOU THIS IS SOMETHING FANS WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT

baby din is so precious and i wanna feed him cookies and tell him it’s gonna be okay send help please

ARE THOSE DEATH WATCH MANDOS OH MY GODDDDDDD

Baby Din being carried away via jetpack my heart

Oh man so the Purge would have happened semi-recently which means Din’s clan are a more orthodox version of the Way that’s neat aw shit Imma have to tweak my fic again aren’t I

Baby Yoda and IG-11 on the bike together are just stunning

“I am fulfilling my base function. ... To nurse and protect.” YOU GO NURSE DROID IG

Greef downing shots thinking he’s gonna die is honestly such a mood

hnggg yess more of Cara being sexy AF

MOFF JUST BLEW UP MY HUSBAND HOW DARE YOU

Cara yes RESCUE HIM PLEASE

“If you go near this child, I will have no choice but to kill you.” ME TOO

Oh shit oh shit that’s chunky blood

Not good not good not good

Din baby please you can’t die this is your show

oh god is he gonna need to take the helmet off

oh no he’d rather die than take it off

he wants cara to protect his baby send help

“the foundling” BABY YODA IS CONFIRMED HIS SON NOW AAA

BABY YODA REDIRECTING THE FIREBALL YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Din asking IG to kill him nooo ;-;

The episode’s only half over and I still haven’t seen some of the trailer shots how’re they getting out of this

oh

oh m

my god

“No living thing has s-seen me without m-my helmet since I s-swore the C-Creed—” Din stoppit stop stuttering and dying you’re breaking my heart

Oh no is this gonna make him stop hating droids so much is this a loophole is this not can he not be Mandalorian is he g

oh my g

Din baby look at what they’ve done to you

(internally: oh my god he’s hot this is not fair imma die send help my ovaries am become explode)

HE’S SO EXPRESSIVE WITHOUT THE HELMET

his reaction to IG’s attempt to make a joke like my god aaaaaaa

I’m just gonna go cry seeing all the helmets and armor piled up here if we’re gonna continue the Jews parallel this is like all the shoes you see at Holocaust museums and I bet this was 100% intentional

Din just slowly falling to his knees seeing it :(

Oh thank fuck the Armorer is actually alive and the preview scene wasn’t from a flashback!

She knows about the Jedi~~~

Din: “So you mean this thing is my baby now?” Armorer: “Bitch haven’t you been watching the entire show”

For real this brings my heart so much fucking joy I can’t even

“You are a clan of two.” ASDFGHJKL; AAAA

HE GOT THE MUDHORN AS HIS SIGNET AFTER ALL

“Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” JETPACK?

“When I was a boy, yes.”

JETPACK!!!!!!

BABY DIN LEARNING HOW TO USE A JETPACK ART NOW PLEASE AAA

Also okay so like he says nobody’s said his name since he was a kid but apparently the entire clan knows it? What? Did I miss something? Guys?

Maybe he’s never heard the name from people outside the clan? Fuck it, that’s what Imma go with

Oh my god the Armorer beating the absolute hell out of those Stormtroopers I am so gay for her right now aaaaa

Cara watching Greef and Din trying to move the boat and then she just shoots the dock it’s on XD

aww the little R2 unit’s got little arms WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING IT’S GOT LEGS TOO??

Din: “I don’t suppose anybody here speaks droid?” IG-11: “bish u wot m8″

God the convection from this lava river’s gotta be brutal

omg fire ferrets good bois good bbs

...Literally everything about IG’s death and Din starting to overcome his hatred of droids just in time to watch his savior self-destruct to save them all hurts so hard, jesus christ

oh shit it’s the Moff in a TIE

“Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing!” Greef you absolute icon i love u

Baby Yoda just fuckin waving back at him and cooing im ded

oh shit it’s motherfuckin JETPACK TIME

wait how’s he wearing it over the cape won’t the cape burn up

Nvm he’s got the cape slung over one shoulder now

HE FLYIN HE FLYIN HE FLYIN

aAaAaAaAaAaAaA THAT CAN’T BE GOOD FOR HIS ARMS

hahaha Moff get fuckin REKT (no way he’s dead though people climb out of worse crashes than that all the time)

Okay Din using the jetpack is way sexier than it should be can he just take me now please i thirst

Cara becoming Greef’s enforcer is just perfect and I hope we see more of these two in the next season also sweet Din is gonna find his life a lot easier now that he’s not running from the Guild

BABY YODA WANTS TO BE PICKED UP BY HIS DADDY MY HEART AAAA IT’S JUST LIKE WHEN DIN WAS SAVED AS A KID

He made Kuiil a grave im not crying ur crying

is he gonna name the baby Kuill

Baby Yoda has the pendant he gave Cara!!

HE GETS TO KEEP THE PENDANT DIN HAS ACCEPTED HE’S GOT A SON AAA

And now we pan back to the wreck where Moff is climbing out of it

or not

fuckin Jawas, man

Now Moff?

wait

oh

my

g

w

o

OH

MY GOD

IT’S

IT’S THE DARKSABER!!!!!!!!

[ahappydnp]

Q&A thoughts

I typed as I watched so they are incoherent at best :)

[[MORE]]

Lots of yelling *am old*

OH SHIT THERE HE IS. Ripped jeans. Am dead. he PRETTY

Already a British/American joke

He’s so charming ;__;

Tony discourse 4 minutes in. Bingo stamp

Of COURSE he bought an expensive ass feeder

Merch #spon Bingo stamp

Vase talk

YouTube Dinosaur. Bingo stamp

Favorite video? Literally no answer… Phil…

Coming out (did not expect that)- didn’t want to share too much of private life. Now is the right time <3

BITCH HE SAID IM GAY 🏳️‍🌈

-So much screaming-

Best Vidcon- first one. An actual real answer? Interesting!

Oh god, of course he’s into Anthony 🙄 You’ve already got the original

He’s so cute I’m gonna die

Sayfiya <3333 YESS

Instagram feed- slime and soap carving. Getting into the AP safe zone

Most fun video- Tour of my brain. :)) yes! Such a good video!Creative phil!

Coming out ;__; he’s proud <3

Dan mention #1

How did it feel after?- He appreciated the reactions and it made him happy :)

England question -___- cmon.

He somehow made it charming? How?

NORTHERN PHIL <33

Advice for future Youtuber question that literally everyone’s heard. Generic answer. It’s fine. I appreciate him talking about creativity. Making a difference to one human :)) we get it, the youths ™️ want to be famous

Something that he hopes never changes- He does not give a SHIT about this question

Balancing- not uploading as much as everyone. Not worrying if somethings not on your channel. There’s always something going on 👀

New projects!! BEECH!!! EXCUSE ME?!?! A script?!?! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES!!

Dream project- Did Phil fucking Lester just make a robot phil joke?!?!? My fourth wall!

Big Movie ;__; creations from my brain made from other people :))

Looking at community content-Please no.

He likes phan art (shout out to all the lovely artist<3).

He GETS it! Oh god, yes. Yes, its not for him. Thank you. I love him

Dogbaiting- corgi. Bingo

He’s fully dogbaiting right now.

Did anyone add breeding talk? Cause that should have been a bingo card.

He wants to give the usernames a shout out ;__; he specifically asked because he knew people cared

Sock content- waffles Bingo stamp

“Phils waffles” (I’d buy it)

Awkward interactions (bingo stamp) - sitting on the train. Lady rubbing his leg is asleep. Boyfriend wanted to FITE (he hates the hets)

He’s got back sweat. Hot.

Stranger Things (bingo card #7). He’s only on episode 3?? WOT?? They don’t binge?

Candy (bingo stamp)

Did he almost mention his age? Did he almost acknowledge he was an adult?

Creative Block- talk to someone. Going for a walk.

Dan mention #2

Tour (bingo stamp)- warm fuzzy feeling :) he genuinely liked the tour

DVD spon

Wanted to quit?- the car insurance advert. Don’t shame bb phil!

This was actually a genuine answer? I’m surprised! Go phil!

Have I mentioned how charming he is?

Social Anxiety- He doesnt wanna give unqualified advice. He’s keeping it safe and saying the same thing he did in ii and the AP videos. I can respect that. He doesnt want to pretend he has the answers, and I like that he’s not pretending to be a professional

Gaming Channel??? Hiatus- dan wanted to take a break. Have a pause and think about the future. “We haven’t sat down and thought about it.”

“people like watching me and dan doing things together” Bitch.

It might come back as something else?? We haven’t properly sat down to talk about it.

Try new things with Dan

He doesn't know

He saw a pig

Tie Die Frappuccino mention! (Keelin Bingo stamp). Stop stalking me Phil

Generic life advice. He’s trying.

Very shy teenager. Saying really weird things that came to his head

Guilty pleasure- cooking videos. (Me too phil!)

Brownies! (We have that recipe in our cookbook! My bf is obsessed)

Favorite merch?- candle (where’s mine beech?!?! Still waiting!)

“Perfect Phil smell”- thinking pure thoughts… mhmmm

Essence of me- Phil bath water coming soon! (I’d buy it)

Favorite tour moments- New Zealand! Rolling hills! He wants to go back :)

Living on the bus- living with 20 people. He misses the crew and genuinely liked them :)

Vegas trip (Bingo stamp). He doesnt wanna talk about going to Vegas hahah he shut that down real quick

What inspires you- other people and what they’re creating. Consuming creative people :) PJ! Yes!

JENNAAA!!!! YES BEEECCHH!!!! FUCK!!! I’m so happy!!!!

House decorating shows ( 👀 🤔 )

He watched it with his parents (Kath <333)

Mental Health and Social Media- every time he says “that’s a thing”, hes not into the topic.

He’s not trying to see beautiful people (bitch have you seen a mirror??)

Not into political stuff/ negative space

He likes twitter

He says no one calls him when we know he has weekly calls with Kath- smh we know you’re a mamas boy

Airport fails- phil austrialian accent (precious). Wash bag on the wing. Hahah omg! “Did someone yeet their toothbrush?”

Delayed for 2 hours.

They found it funny (dorks)

He’s legit funny and I love him <3

Hike (bingo stamp)

Dan mention #3

He’s pale (bingo stamp)

Tiny dogs (bingo stamp)

(Y’all are on it today. Called it!)

He’s most proud of the tours :) the DVD.

Kath cried :’))

He likes his fans (bingo stamp)

How much money is in your wallet? $42 (you know damn well what we meant)

He’s rating dogs

TikTok? Am old.

Bryony made him download it

RIP Vine

KATHRYN!!!

That was enough for her. :( no more Kath

She would make a great youtuber (yes, she would)

Collab he wants to do- Safiya, JENNA!!!!!!

Ever filmed a video but not uploaded?-Personality test

Im going to shit. He didn’t upload the MBTI because it was “boring”

He’s an INFP. People don’t know shit about shit. I wanna hear more!

*cries in psychology degrees*

Benedict Cumberbatch would play him in a movie

Cheekbones. Thank you for acknowledging your own hotness

“There is never too much candy” (you really made me type that huh?)

Dancing- he’s not gonna dance

TATINOF dance was enough (poor uncoordinated bb)

He submitted a pitch and it got rejected :( give me their address, I just wanna talk.

In conclusion, he pretty and charming and kind and thoughtful and wonderful and amazing

[aesernsplace]

Should I be more active on here?

Yess bb post your art <3 heehooo

[lavendercitizen]

PURPLE I AM ONE LINE INTO YOUR REBLOG AND ALREADY CACKLED AND THEN BECAME EMOTIONAL😭💘 The queen of soft writing telling me this!? (Also not the allergy meds again😭💀)

Dry your tears bb we really are not even at the cut yet😭💘💘 Yess I wanna bath with him too, such a soft daddy and he'd be so fun to play with🥺 i'm glad you like it bb I love you too so so so much🥺💗💗

Ok this is such a random way to react to a reblog but I just NOW read the whole thing, (was gonna react part by part AS I read) and...

I literally cannot stop smiling my goddamn cheeks hurt so bad😭 Cringe free AND the softest most wholesome fic I-

Are you trying to kill me? ARE YOU😭!? 'ART'!? Baby omg😭😩 I'm sobbing over the fact that if made you feel good as it should. Everybody needs a little softness🥺

Hehe that's why I use second person so you can literally be in daddy Bodecker's arms💞 Here u go, sending him your way :')

THE SHERIFF HEARS YOU LOUD AN CLEAR BBY😭!

A golden mind⁉️ Purple I'm literally gonna cry. Literally. (And yes his shirt too, of course we would wear that bestie) THANK YOU OMG THANK YOUUU I WAS WORRIED THE DIALOGUE WAS A TAD BIT TOO SPARSE😭 but I didn't wanna overdo it either so tysm🥺💘 “I think I know the meaning of having a comfort fic now”

We really are on one wavelength, I don't deserve you😭 This is so sweet, the sweetest reblog I might've ever received and it's the highest compliment coming from you <3

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Lee x fem!little!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and your Daddy take your weekly bath together!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, Minors DNI, no smut but; Ddlg dynamics, non-sexual nudity, pet names [angel, sweetheart, good girl, sweet thing], lots of fluff with a tiny bit of angst [mentions of past insecurity]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,320

𝐀/𝐍: My first ddlg piece, it's not much (pure self-indulgence) and I'm still deciding on what ddlg means to me specifically + how I portray it, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways🥺💗 A psa that this is just another direction of fanfiction I'm exploring, it doesn't mean I will solely write ddlg fics!

“Daddy,” you giggle while watching him playfully bring the squeaky lion toy closer to you, ending the dramatic scenario with a gentle press of the small animal against your arm that is peeking out from under the bubbles.

You could feel the amused chuckle rumble within his chest while you were pressed against him. Relaxing further into him, you try to peer up at him without twisting your head, which ends up more as a headbutt against the sheriff's chest.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he exhales, grinning down at you before he smoothes a hand over your forehead, keeping you against him to lower his head and press a wet kiss to your crown; he stays like that for a moment, basking in the warmth. The smell of lavender fills the damp air. Lee would stay here forever if he could.

It took you a while to get used to bath time with him, not only because of the intimacy of being naked together in a non-sexual way, but also because it wasn't easy for you to let yourself be little around him at first.

Every alarm bell rang, and every wall had been up when he first tried to get you to relax, slip into that careless state of mind with him next to you. You were admittedly confused that he accepted you as you are, did not make fun of you in any way, nor left you self-conscious and overthinking.

It was hard, but over time you just got used to the fact that Lee was genuine and that he wanted to take care of you, have you be his.

You love him with your whole heart. And you are glad that you get to call him yours, especially right now as he is peppering kisses against your neck, making you loll your head to your shoulder in turn. The access this grants him is not left unappreciated, and he gladly pushes his soft lips against any unrevealed part of your neck.

“Daddy,” you whine, the neediness grows in you with every touch of his plush lips on your skin.

It gives him the greatest satisfaction to know he affects you like this. A smirk makes its way onto the sheriff's face, but he pretends like he has no clue what he's doing to you.

With a hum, he sinks a tiny bit lower into the tub and pulls you closer to his chest.

You wait for him to return to his previous activity to no avail.

An ache for him resides in you— his hands, much bigger than yours, all over you; When he holds your face in them, you feel like honey, melting in his embrace.

Linking your fingers with his, you bring one hand up to your flushed cheek. The warm water is only partially responsible.

You lean into the back of his hand, slightly moving your head from left to right, nestling into him.

“I love you, Daddy,” you whisper, a hushed exhale into the quiet of the humid room.

Lee's previous plan of teasing you a little falls short. He feels like the air got punched out of him, a shaky intake of breath audible. It never fails to take him off guard when you decide to show your love—gentle and unrelenting—for him.

It's like you know exactly what he's thinking, what he's feeling.

You turn around in his arms, innocently taking in your Daddy's expression. His mouth is slightly agape, steel blue eyes are fixed on you with an undiscernable expression. Leaning down, you rest your head in the crook of his neck, relishing in the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

Warm arms slowly resume their place around your naked waist, holding on a little tighter. “I love you too, angel.”

Though, soon enough the water temperature drops, and you let out an unsatisfied noise, realizing that you have to get out. Of course, Lee knows you like the back of his hand, and he too could feel the cold creeping up on him.

The both of you go through your usual routine of washing each other. Lee always pays special attention to your hair, and you always shower him in a few extra kisses.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart.”

Lifting you up with his strong hands, he makes sure to be careful—the both of you are quite slippery—and places you down with a grunt, “There we go. Good girl.”

The big, fluffy towel he rubs you down with is your favorite, and when you're relatively dry, he wraps you in it, making sure you're comfortable and taken care of before he dries himself.

Now that you're seated on the edge of the bathtub, you admire your daddy, just as he often does with you. The sheriff is a sturdy man, his size, along with his badge, making him look threatening to anybody else— but not to you.

No, you adore your daddy and can't help but bite your lip in concentration as you watch him doing something normal like rubbing a towel along his strong arms.

But he hasn't always managed to stand this proudly in front of you.

Lee used to be quite insecure, shying away whenever you'd praise him for his looks, telling him how “Daddy is the prettiest!”, kissing his rosy cheeks every chance you got, and more than anything loving the soft feeling of his tummy against you.

Now, he revels in the attention, still a little disbelieving, but adoring the way you're so lost in your thoughts while your eyes are fixed on his towering form; you don't even register that he's coming closer.

The cold sensation of moisturizer being spread over your cheeks pulls you out of your thoughts, and you adjust your sight upwards to where your daddy was looming over you, gently smearing the lotion all over your face.

Grasping onto his towel clad hips, you tilt your head upwards, pressing your chin into his soft tummy and hum in satisfaction, eyes shut. Calloused fingertips smooth over your face, tilting it to make sure the lotion was applied everywhere.

“Daddy,” you mumble with a pout, feeling yourself grow sleepy.

“Just a moment, little one.” Lee finishes up quickly, knowing he still has to get you into some PJs for the night.

He disappears into the adjacent bedroom, quickly putting on a pair of briefs. Fishing one of his white shirts that are way too big on you, and a pair of panties, he hurries back to you.

Sleep already tugs at you, amplified by the exhaustion you feel after the bath, and when Lee practically manhandles you into the fresh garments, you tiredly slump against him.

“S'okay, sweet thing, Daddy's got you,” he murmurs quietly, and picks you up, carrying you to bed. The softness of the sheets almost immediately lulls you to sleep, but you fight to keep your eyes open; every minute with your Daddy is important to you.

Lee shifts as he gets comfortable and gently tugs you closer so your head is resting on his chest. You can hear his heart beating beneath your ear. The steady thumping sound is soothing— It's your reminder that he real, and he is here. That's all you need to know, and as if to reinforce this knowledge you once more link your fingers with his, your left hand grabbing for his one that is resting on the blanket.

“Goodnight, Dada,” you whisper, burying your face further into his chest, pressing yourself as close as you can to him.

There's nothing else he needs. You are his world, and you're right here in his arms. Lee vowed to himself to take care of you until the end of his days. As he carefully caresses the apple of your cheek with his thumb, he gazes at the glow of moonlight on your relaxed features, and his own breathing slows, knowing that you are safe with him.

[hooned]

yess, i agree that new things are very exciting too! i'm doing okay tho, thanks for asking, just studying and doing art and more studying, so yeah hehe

ohh you do art!!! that's sooo cool!!! 🥺 i bet your works are all amazing bb!!! i always admire people who are inclined with the arts coz i literally have no single artistic bone in my body 😂 my course actually requires us to draw specimens and anatomy but ugh. yeah. my work is always. yeah. hahaha. but i am sooo happy you are doing well, love!! i wish u all the sunniest and brightest of days!! 🥰💙

[ghiblicottage]

@thelemoniestgarb : omggg your art is back!! looks great so far ♡♡♡

aww bb tysm !! yess finally got some Time™ AND Inspiration™ at the same time so im back at it again with my trash :**

[bekasstar]

new icon start :D i thought id go back to shun bb but ah after seeing utapri ending and tokiya being an absolute angel i was like hmm maybe ill have my icon be tokiya again its been so long x3 and i have shun on my art blog so yay best of both worlds hehe and you can see ren popping up in the background of my icon so its like both my favs :D but anyways yess it was so much fun to have matching icons with @chiyamabunny asukachiii maybe if we get another season we can do it again hehe 

[askinkiskarma]

MY LOVE INES, i will write a script if you do the animation??? i say we just make avatar 3 ourselves and bring neteyam back to life and give them all the screentime they deserved, how's that sound??? i think we can do it, i'm in if you are xx

yess, my poor bb neteyam had his heart shattered by his dad and his best friend, can you imagine how much that hurt carries over in the future? :(((

i love you sm, and i'm so happy you enjoyed x also, can't wait to see more of your incredible neteyam art :(( i can never get enough

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍: 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: Memories flood Neteyam's mind as he deals with your accident, making him relieve your history and all the reasons he can't shake you from his life, no matter how hard he tries.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death)

wc: 5.1k words

a/n: I'm actually really nervous about this chapter, because while I love it, it's different than any other Monster in Me chapter so far. This is also the only chapter I've ever written entirely from the MMC's POV, and I hope you enjoy finally finding out why Neteyam's been acting the way he has, and why he's so adamant in his quest for vengeance. As always, thank you for asking to be tagged, I'd love to hear your feedback, your replies and asks and reblogs make my life, so thank you! Thank you to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art, ilysm bestie x and thank you to @draiochtwrites for listening to me talk about my stupid ideas for hours every day, i love you x

na'vi compendium: txepvi  - spark, ite - daughter, srane - yes, Olo'eykte - female Olo'eyktan, tam-tam - calm, oare - moon, tewng - loincloth, torukspxam - octoshroom, ngaytxoa - I'm sorry, 'itan - son, angtsìk - Hammerhead Titanothere, yarik - herbivore, ftang - stop, tsantu - good guy, tsìltsan 'eve - good girl, kali'weya - arachnoid used in Uniltaron

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And maybe in another life We fight all day, kiss all night But I don't wanna break your heart You keep yours, I'll keep mine

Neteyam, for the first time in his life, couldn’t have cared less if he tried that there was a battle underway, that there were humans screaming and charging at the Na’vi around him, that the explosions happening every time a helicopter went down in flames deafened his ears - none of it mattered anymore, not as he heard the screech of an ikran he knew all too well, that he loved, that was now lifelessly falling towards the ground, taking the woman of his worst nightmares and biggest fantasies along, not when, with every second passing where he ignored the rest of his surroundings and dove as fast as his own ikran could possibly fly in order to make it to you in time, another memory flashed across his mind, so many memories he thought he left behind, so many memories that would haunt his every waking moment if he wouldn’t catch you, if he was too late. 

“Teyam, do you trust me?” 

“What kind of question is that? You’re my best friend. Of course I trust you.” 

Your mischievous smile, although more devious than Neteyam liked, always had power to put his heart to ease… after all, it was you. You, his best friend, the girl who knew everything about him, that helped him withstand every challenge life threw at him, just a couple 11 year olds who had gone through more than most adults do, who have been forced to grow up a lot faster than any kid their own age should ever do. But Neteyam didn’t mind. Maybe he used to, back when he was young and naive. Back then, he cried a lot, each morning a dreaded reminder of the pain and ache that awaited him each day, all for a purpose he couldn’t quite understand yet, that made no sense in a child’s mind, that had no way of truly understanding the concept of a future littered with war and loss, a future where he would carry the burden of being the next leader of his clan, the eldest son of the mighty, revered Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto, the grandson of brave, respected leaders, the next in line of a ruling dynasty filled with great people he had to follow and to live up to. 

Now, he no longer cried, because no matter how hard life got, he was never alone. Because, even though you didn’t have quite the same pressure on your shoulders, you carried your own burdens and a sadness deeper than Neteyam could ever imagine or could ever want to. In his mind, the sting from a few bloodied gashes and the headaches that tried him each night were a small inconvenience compared to the pain that you struggled with and braved every moment since your parents died. When his father told him that you would be joining him for training in the weeks after the accident, Neteyam didn’t know what to expect. But day after day, you managed to blow not only his expectations, but his entire family’s out of the water, each day just another opportunity for you to prove to everyone that your future would be as bright as all the stars in the night combined, that you were special and unique, that you were a talent that only comes once in a few lifetimes.

Now, years later, Neteyam still found it hard to believe how strong you were, how capable and skilled and fearless. Whereas he’s always been more withdrawn and temperate, your fire burned strong and untamed, and you always managed to get both of you in trouble - if he were to be honest with himself, though, he would never mind, not with you. 

“Good. Then let’s go.” 

You didn’t bother looking behind you as you started sprinting, your flowy top and tewng, always one-of-a-kind, undulating in the wind, making Neteyam’s heart flutter in his chest. You were so beautiful. The most beautiful. A purple flush rising in his cheeks was all that was needed for Neteyam to be grateful for the way you always ran ahead of him, too impatient to wait for a boy that liked to take his time and enjoy the moments few and in between in which life didn’t have to go too fast for his comfort. 

"Where are we going, Vi?"

"Shhh, more walking, less talking, 'Teyam. You need to learn to embrace the unknown." you chuckled as you stopped and waited for him to catch up, before taking him by the hand and pulling him until he stumbled softly onto you and you both fell, him on top of you, with a gasp that turned into loud giggles from your side and unflinching groans from his.

"Vi..."

"The mighty warriors have fallen, what will the clan do without us?"

He couldn't help his own exasperated chuckle and the roll of his eyes as he spoke.

"I don't think we're quite there yet."

You shrugged, sure of yourself as always, a trait Neteyam admired and tried to emulate, to little avail most days.

"Soon. Your dad's already talking about the Iknimaya. We're almost ready, Teyam. And if we do it soon, we'll be the youngest Na'vi to ever do it. You and me."

Before he could say anything, you reached for him until your lips made contact with his cheeks, and it didn't help his blush, that was now deep periwinkle and burning his skin from the inside out, like a fire that wanted to escape his body, too powerful to be contained inside it.

"And just like today, if you ever fall, I'll always be there to catch you. You and I, we're meant to fall and rise together."

Those words rang painfully in Neteyam's ears as his ikran dove at full speed towards the ground, as his open, stretched out hand was just outside of your reach, as he watched your body disappear through the trees, where it would inevitably crash, where it might be lost forever.

His heart, that was going as fast as his ikran was, watching your unconscious form collect deep, bleeding scars like Kiri collected pebbles in the woods with every hard branch your body made contact with, stopped racing in his chest as, by the grace of Eywa, your fall was broken by the plush, attenuating force of a torukspxam right before you hit the ground. Despite the fear, so deeply embedded in him, it was impossible to know if he would ever be able to fully detach himself from it again, a seed of hope bloomed in him that maybe he wasn't too late. That maybe, despite not being able to catch you, not now nor for the past 7 years in which he's left built up resentment prevent him from wanting to, maybe he wasn't too late.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He didn't wait for Seze to land before he jumped and approached you, pushing with all his might against the drag of his own heavy body that felt like it was experiencing the world in slow motion, until one of his hands found the back of your neck, propping you up gently and his other hand placed two fingers on your pulse point, trying to feel for a heartbeat that would either calm his own or stop it altogether.

"Please, Txepvi. Please..."

When the small, barely-felt flutters registered in him, he let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding and wasted no time in picking you up bridal-style and running back to his beautiful ikran. He had no time to dwell on the cracks deepening in his heart as he watched Seze bumping her snout on the side of Oare's lifeless face, sorrowful trills filling his ears, no time to dwell on the red liquid spilling out from multiple points in your body, dripping down his body and onto the ground, no time to stop yet another memory fighting to come to the forefront of his mind.

Fickle as you are That's exactly why I keep on running back 'Cause I'm brittle at the parts Where I wish I was strong

“I can walk, Teyam.” 

Neteyam decided to ignore you as he grabbed you by the back of your knees and carried you back to the village, the gash in your leg large enough to have hit a couple veins and stain your thigh red, but not deep enough to make it life-threatening - still, Neteyam wouldn’t take any chances. Taking chances… that was the reason for keeping you so close to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck… that was the only reason. 

“Can you, Vi? Isn’t that how this happened in the first place?” He chuckled, yelping a little when your fist made contact with his chest. 

“It was an accident, you know that.”

“Yeah, well, you have a lot of accidents. And so close to the Iknimaya, too…” the shake of his head was mostly a teasing one, and although he tried to push away the nagging fear eating away at him, the one that told him you might not be able to take it with him, the one that screamed he’d be all alone once more, like he was before you, the one that urged bad memories and ugly scenarios into his mind, the one whose ugly head appeared as though from around the corner, staring intently to see if he’ll allow it to approach or banish it from existence. He couldn't decide yet.

He couldn’t do this without you. He needed you to be his first flight. Like you told him last year, and like it’s been solidified in his soul every day since, you and him were meant to rise and fall together. You were meant to fly together, to soar together. And that couldn’t happen if a tiny accident delayed your progress. 

“Aw, it’s sweet you’re worried, although I think it’s mostly selfish and you’re just too scared to do the Iknimaya by yourself.”

The tinge in his cheeks is enough validation for you to start laughing at him, your head thrown so far back, he had to readjust his grip on you, so that you wouldn’t fall out of his arms. 

“I knew it! You scaredy-cat. Why would you be scared, Teyam? Out of everyone here, everyone who’s gonna do this next, out of all of us, you are the best. You’ve always been the best.” 

“No. You’re the best." As much wasn't up for discussion to him, and never will be. "And you promised.” 

Your smile softened taking him in, the little pout he tried his best to conceal, the little scrunch of his nose, the way his ears twitched in slight annoyance and slight embarrassment… he couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought you found it… endearing? 

“I know what I promised. And I intend to keep my promise. You don’t have to worry, Teyam. You and I have always been two sides of the same coin. And as long as you want me by your side, nothing could ever pry me away.” 

"Just hang on, please. Shit. Please don't die. Please don't die."

And maybe when you need my help I like myself when it's over But later in the light, you go Dark and rogue, and I need closure

“Ma ‘ite, you have to be more careful.” The quiet, teasing admonishments of his grandmother do little do deter you, although you keep your eyes on the ground, slight embarrassment visible in the swish of your tail and the flatness of your ears.

“Srane, ma Tsa’hik. Ngaytxoa.”

The thick cream paste made its way from Mo’at’s fingers to your thigh, where it was spread in a hefty layer until the cut was no longer visible. You winced as it made contact with your skin, but said nothing as you accepted the help, and Neteyam saw his grandmother nod in approval at your bravery and inclination to suffer in silence, to not let anyone know you’re in pain at any point. Strong heart. Him, on the other hand, wished you were a bit more forthcoming, wished you didn’t feel the need to go through suffering alone. With a pat on your head and a soft smile, the Tsa’hik raised from her spot on the floor and turned her back on you both.

“You’re all done. It’s just a scratch, this time. I feel like I always have to have extra healing salve at the ready just for you. Now go, and be careful. Your Iknimaya is soon and my grandson would never forgive you if you missed it.” 

“Neteyam, quick, put her on the mat. I need all the help I can get, now! Go get all the healers in training, we don’t have a lot of time.” The barking of orders did little to ease Neteyam’s fear, as he very rarely has ever seen his grandmother this agitated. After sending away the trainees, she turned to her grandson and took a deep breath, to calm herself. As serious her voice was, as rushed and violent the atmosphere around them, she still found the second to put her hand on her grandson’s chest, feeling the erratic, loud, trepidous heartbeat that refused to settle in him. 

“Ma ‘itan, she’s very weak. I know you haven’t been close in a long time, but she is your intended mate. I need you to prepare yourself for the worst. Now go back to the battle.” 

“No. I’m staying here.”

Neteyam didn’t get scared often. A whole lifetime of being raised like a soldier made his skin as thick as an 'angtsìk’s, and little ever managed to get under it. You did. You had unmatched prowess to make him feel so many things, too many things, all too intense, all too powerful, all too overbearing. When he was young, all of them were good and pure, all exciting and hopeful - love. It was love. Now, he feels anger and resentment, vengeful spite and deep arousal, all of which poison his mind and make him a version of himself he hates. Hate. That’s it. It’s all hate, isn’t it? So if it is… why are his limbs trembling and eyes watering, why is his mind jumbled with all these memories, why has the blood coursing through his veins been irreparably polluted with so much deep, earth-shattering terror and grief at the thought of losing you? Why was there a crater in his chest where his heart usually resided when he imagined his life without you in it?

Maybe it's because, for better or for worse, you were a constant in his life. From the second your presence made its way to him, you never left. There hasn't been a day that he hasn't seen you, that he hasn't been in your vicinity, not a day in which you haven't trained together, side by side, friends before, enemies after, but always together. Your words, that he drowned for years, came back like an undying echo ringing in his ears.

"You and I, we're meant to fall and rise together..."

I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That we don't lose, yeah, what's the use?

More and more, it felt like you had been right all along. He didn't think about it for so long, so desperate in his attempts to hurt you like you had hurt him, to sour your life like how you soiled his most precious memories, all of you and him, all of a childhood long left behind, all of fantasies he's harboured at the time that long dissipated from the version of future he used to dream about. Nothing about his life now was how he once envisioned, and that was because of you. He would never forgive you, but he couldn't let you go, either. No matter how the visions differed from his current reality, he couldn't shake you, couldn't let you go. Because despite it all, he couldn't part with the girl that used to be his partner in crime, his training buddy, his best friend, his first flight.

"Are you ready?"

Neteyam watched in awe as you confidently nodded at his father, smiling as if the hardest challenge an Omaticaya Na'vi would ever undertake, one that most people did when they were much, much older, was nothing to you, like it was just another yarik hunt that you've done a thousand times before. You turned to him and the smile you gave him dazzled him, left him breathless, not a good thing for the trek he was about to undertake, but still, not something he would could ever find it in himself to be upset about. You turned your attention momentarily to the bowl of paint in your hands before you brought a finger to his face, completing the pattern that was the same as the one you were adorning, one that he painted on you.

You both took turns saying goodbye to everyone, paying special attention to the little bundle in Neytiri's arms. Neteyam couldn't believe this was his little sister, and couldn't believe how attentive you were with her, how careful and loving. Some of his personality must be rubbing off on you, because to the Sully family's surprise, you didn't drop Tuk once in the year she's been born. In fact, you haven’t dropped anything in the last couple of months, including yourself from high places, which used to be one of your favourite past times, and Neteyam couldn't help blush at the thought that he was the reason you were being a little more careful.

As expected, the climb was the hardest thing Neteyam ever put his body through, and he felt suddenly grateful for all the years of torturous training that now felt like a peaceful breeze of the wind in an otherwise unyielding hurricane. Still, seeing you in front of him, not once complaining, not in front of the multiple 15 to 19 year olds that were also taking their rite of passage today, not in front of your Olo'eyktan, made him push through, too. If you could do it, so could he. Because you would do it, so would he.

The rookery was hidden behind a waterfall, and Neteyam watched as one by one, the few Na'vi joining you both either failed or succeeded, and with each attempt, his fear grew stronger, his mind more restless. Eventually, it was his turn, and with a deep breath, he started walking towards the slippery ledge that would lead him to his fate. A hand on his chest not only stopped him in his tracks, but also stopped his heart momentarily, just momentarily, because before he knew it, it started booming again with enough intensity to dizzy him.

"Ma tsantu... you got this. Remember, you and I, we're meant t-"

"-to fall and rise together, I know." you smile, your fingers smoothing the deep frown that gave Neteyam a headache without even realising and he sighed, trying to calm his mind and soul, focusing on you and only you.

"Exactly. So you can't fall, because if you do, I'll have to follow you... and I don't intend to fall yet, Teyam. Not yet."

"How did this happen?"

"Oare... got shot. She's dead. She... fell. I couldn't catch her." I couldn't catch her...

Neteyam couldn't bear to look at the way his grandmother was ripping you apart, although he knew it was all with the purpose of putting you back together again. Her trainees, all girls he knew, some girls he knew more intimately than others, all flocked around you, with wet cloths and trays of balms and powders, of plants and tinctures, and it all hurt, the guilt of knowing to some extent, to a large extent, this was all his fault. This ongoing war between you, never-ending and harrowing, reached a nadir that resulted in the death of your ikran, in your accident, and indirectly, because of your removal and his from the battlefield, might result in the deaths of good na'vi men and women, all of whom had families and a life, and a future they would be robbed of.

Neteyam couldn't leave you and go back. If he did, he knew that much like you, he wouldn't be able to focus enough to matter, and the thought of his mother, of his father, losing one more loved one was too much to bear. Neteyam couldn't leave you, but he couldn't stay here either. It hurt, being here, watching flashes of the girl he hates intertwined with the girl he loved more than anything else in the world, it hurt, having to deal with feelings he buried deep down and memories that came to him like summer rain, uninterrupted and warm, but powerful enough to flood and leave damage their wake.

With one last look at your unconscious form, Neteyam left the village on the back of his Ikran, knowing there was one thing he needed to do, he had to do. His mind was overcome with agonising sorrow as Seze's mourning was felt through his entire being, and the full weight of what transpired came crashing down on him like a tidal wave he could do little to stop, but had to power through, hoping that by the end there was something left of his heart to go on. Oare, much like Seze, has been in his life every day for the last 7 years, and he loved her. She was playful and sweet, and she always played with him when he snuck out at night to give her pets and treats, refusing to let your declining relationship affect their bond. Oare was Seze's best friend, her companion and life partner, and Neteyam knew her death would affect his ikran for a long time, perhaps forever.

With a squeal that matched the banshee, Neteyam watched from the air, on the back of his new mount, his new friend, his new spirit sister, as you made Tsaheylu, and his heart, that has been barely beating in anxious fear, felt finally awake again.

"Ftang! Tam tam, tsìltsan 'eve." your smile was wide and relieved as your eyes searched the sky until they found his, and he swore he never knew it was possible to love someone so much, to feel so connected to a soul, so much so it felt like he could hear you, your heartbeat and your mind, like tsaheylu would have been redundant because he knew. He just knew.

"I did it, Teyam!"

"Yes, you did, Vi! Come, first flight seals the bond."

That day was Neteyam's happiest day. That memory is still something that he cherishes deeply, that he'll never be able to shake, that haunts him at night, that shakes his resolve whenever he's thinking of a new way to make you pay. That memory is still untarnished in his mind, and it will always remain so, especially today, as he's fastening Oare's lifeless form onto Seze, petting her one last time, allowing the tears he's been stubbornly pushing back this entire day to finally fall from his cheeks onto her face, almost like she was the one crying, one last time.

"I'm sorry, girl. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry that I beat you... again. You're gonna have to do much better than this to beat me, Teyam."

The floating rock you landed on, hours after you finished your Iknimaya, was alit with biofluorescence, the colours reflecting in your eyes and on your shiny skin, covered in a light layer of sweat from the flight.

"Give me a break, Vi. It's my first time doing this."

"Yeah, cause I've been doing it for ages." you say, chuckling and rolling your eyes. You prop your body on your elbows and point to the two banshees playing in the air with each other, a mass of ravelling green and purple, so beautiful, and so, so free.

"I can't take all the credit. She did most of the work. I love her already, Teyam. Do you have a name in mind for yours?"

Neteyam didn't have to think about it too much. Ever since he's first found out about the Iknimaya, a story told to him by his mother consolidated a name in his memory that he's never been able to forget.

"Seze. Like my mother's ikran that bravely gave her life in the war against the Sky People."

"That's pretty. And fitting. She's a beautiful flower."

"What about you?"

"Oare."

"Why?"

"I used to look at the moons every night and think I'm so far away from this, from my destiny, from who I've always known I was meant to be, the Iknimaya might as well have been the moon - unreachable, untouchable, a world away. And now, I'm here, with you, way past curfew, and we're gonna get in so much trouble and I couldn't care less because I did it, I reached the moon. And I did it with the only person I ever wanted to. So.. Oare."

"Thank you, Teyam. I learnt a lot from you in these years. Ever since I met you, I knew you were special. And I think, even without realising, I wanted to be more like you. I've looked up to you for so long, I don't even remember my life before the Sullys took me in. If I'm here today, it's because of you. You helped me become more temperate and understand the weight of my talent and my power, and that I have a responsibility to the clan, that this is bigger than me, and my life."

Neteyam was taken aback at your words. You were never this forthcoming with your feelings normally, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy about it. He was so happy.

"I love you, Vi. I may have made you more responsible, but you made me better. Braver. More creative, more inventive. I almost couldn't finish the Iknimaya today, and then one of your crazy ideas popped in my head, and it worked. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have done this without you, without your influence in my life. Thank you."

You smiled softly, and put your head on his chest, just watching the dance of the banshees, and he prayed that this moment would never end.

"I guess we really are meant to be together then, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess we are."

Neteyam placed Oare in the village, where the elders and Tsa'hik would be able to perform Eywa's funeral rituals, before making his way back to the tent. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him as he was met with your drowsy, blood-shot eyes, so much sadness in them, it broke him. They were so different then the ones that have haunted Neteyam's mind today, so devoid of the innocence and love he remembered, so filled with anger and spite and hurt, so much like his own, such a bitter reminder that the past was only that, the past, and there was nothing left of you, or of him, of the love you shared and the future he envisioned. With one last memory, Neteyam felt the walls surrounding his heart, thick and unflinching, growing harder with every year since the Iknimaya, fortify yet again, as one last memory emerged uninvited and reminded him of why, despite your history, Neteyam would never look at you the same way again.

And I know whatever this is ain't love So I'm goin' I'm gonna let you go, let you go

"I'm going to go back to my tent. I had too much of a good day to spoil it by Jake yelling at me for 2 hours straight. I'd rather save the pleasure for tomorrow."

"That's so unfair, why do I have to suffer by myself?"

A shrug was all the answer you felt was necessary to give him, and he felt his heart drop at the notion of going to his family's tent so late, so far past curfew, without your much more argumentative presence, that his father could never resist. He walked cautiously, silently, praying that his family would be asleep so he could just sneak in and postpone the yelling until tomorrow. To his surprise, he heard whispered voices coming from right outside the tent, whispers he quickly recognised as his father and grandmother's.

"... that it should be her. She should be the next Olo'eykte. That she is the most deserving of it, has been since she was young. It took a long time to see it for myself, but... I don't know. Maybe he.."

...Olo'eykte? You? Neteyam couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe how quickly his father was willing to replace him, how quickly he considered you better and more worthy of the title than his own son, than the rightful heir. You were both 12, for Eywa's sake. How could a decision be made so early? Neteyam felt tears gather in his eyes, the betrayal's sting more painful than a kali'weya's, and yet, still, a part of him knew this already. A part of him couldn't find it in him to be upset, because you were better. And you deserved to lead, you deserved to fulfil your destiny, that was made for greatness, made for the songs and the ballads, made for history.

"It's Neteyam's birthright, Jakesulli. It wouldn't be right, no matter how worthy the girl is. What about a mateship? They have been inseparable for years anyhow."

"Ah, she would never want to be Tsa'hik. And she wouldn't be good at it anyway. Besides..." the silence felt like it dragged on forever, and he clung on to it, afraid of what was waiting for him at the end of it.

"I mentioned it to her. She said she... doesn't want to mate with Neteyam. That she couldn't ever love him the way a mate would. She was... very adamant about it."

As Neteyam looked into your eyes, those words forever embedded in his psyche, playing in his ears like a cacophony of sounds that rattled him every time he saw you, even so many years later, solidified in him by all the times you continued to hurt him, continued flaunting your relationships and skills to him, your connection and closeness to his own family, that sometimes he felt like he didn't belong in anymore, like he was the adoptive one... he was reminded that every time, it hurt, every day, it broke him further, and those eyes that were once his guidepost and the reason he got up in the morning, were now empty and bleak, and enough to make anger bubble in his soul once more, until it drowned everything else, until it was all that was left.

I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That we don't lose, yeah what's the use? I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That I can win this stupid thing called love

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