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randomoutsiders · 1 year
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Cry baby human reader begging Neteyam to fuck her even tho he’s way too big for her
"it's not fair." you purl, tears weighing at your lashline.
"i know, sweetheart. i know." neteyam pouts sympathetically, drawing a thumb over your dampening cheeks. "you know how dangerous it is, don't you? i don't wanna hurt you."
"but i want it." you argue belligerently, gasping as his other thumb goes to finger at your puffy cunt, drawing the swollen lips back and thumbing at your weeping hole.
"i'm sorry, sweet girl. the answer's no." his heart shatters in his chest as you preen against his gasp, cheeks now glistening with disdain.
"please. please please please, i promise i'll be still."
"baby, come on, no more tears." he attempts, trying his best to keep up with the onslaught of tears as he wipes them dry. "you got my fingers, yeah? those are good. those can keep you full too, can't they?"
"they're not enough." you sniff, gripping at his wrist as he teases a middle finger into your cunt.
"yeah? your pretty noises say otherwise, sweet girl." he teases, kissing at the apple of your cheek. "come on, we'll talk about this later, yeah? let's just get you to cum and then we can talk."
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beif0ngs · 1 month
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alright look, i just wanna know who is the writer that came up with the dumbass idea of replacing the line “Ever since I lost my son, I think of you as my own” with “Lu Ten would have been proud to have you as his father” in this scene for the Netflix live action series???
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wileycap · 4 months
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I completely ignore the comics because Zuko and Azula's ideal dynamic is:
AZULA [in a letter]: Brother dearest, my latest plan to depose you would involve the faction of Ozai loyalists in the 9th Province. Since the 9th Province is so crucial to rice production, destroying part of the crop and blaming it on your new tax policy concerning the upper classes would be a great way to incite unrest under your rule. This would swiftly lead to your brutal execution. Love, The Rightful Fire Lord, Azula I.
SUKI: See? This is why we should revoke her letter privileges. She's openly threatening you.
ZUKO: No, no, she's onto something. Send a division to oversee the harvest in the 9th Province.
And Zuko, not knowing what else to do but knowing it worked for him, keeps going to Azula's hospital to offer her middling tea, bad Pai Sho strategies and truly horrible proverbs.
ZUKO: So, uh, then you put the White Lotus tile here... and... anyways, you get to go to a flower shop, but. Uh. Flowers are like... people. Um. Sometimes... they take a while to... open up. But once they do, they've got... a silver sandwich inside them...
AZULA: actually i'd like to be tortured please
It's the way IT SHOULD BE.
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silima · 2 years
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funky little guys
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bladesmitten · 5 months
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Astarion: Poor Wyll gave you the benefit of the doubt and it earned him a set of horns. Astarion: Not that they don't look flattering on him. Almost everything does.
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Player: They do look pretty good, don't they? Astarion: They do! Honestly, that man...
Edit: This scene is not voiced or in the game as of writing (11/07)! This was found through the parsed dialogue files from Patch 4.
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aangarchy · 10 days
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One of my favorite moments in the finale is Sokka using his pristine acting skills to announce to the whole airship that they will be celebrating a birthday during one of the most important missions in fire nation history, and then everyone on the crew collecting in the drop chamber like they were asked and acting like it's the most normal thing ever because apparently it's common to have birthday parties on fire nation war vessels during extermination missions.
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snafutofu · 1 year
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jake and neytiri are so fucking cute, just wanted an excuse to draw them together. 
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also, bonus little neteyam and loak.
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bernard-the-rabbit · 1 year
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"i haven't done this since i was a kid!"
"you still are a kid!"
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jake sully + breeding/pregnancy kink hcs~
a bit of fluffy smut, enjoy lovelies <3
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song rec while reading: i see who you are - instrumental (björk)
• lying in each other's arms, sat not too far from the communal bonfire; you could see friends and family all around you from the secluded spot you were in
• most of the children were asleep at this late hour, but some gently sleeping babies and their mothers sat around the hearth, sharing stories with their sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers
• the dark of night contrasted with the warmth and yellowish hues from the burning embers, smiles and sleeping faces, alongside quiet laughs and chatter echoed off of the inner cave walls
• you'd felt especially restless all day, the only thought tiding you through the chores and work being this moment; sat with your head to jake's chest, nuzzled up into his neck; your face was turned ever so slightly to the side, taking in the sight before you
• usually the urge to fly, jump and run was enough to keep you distracted from this, but today the still of the little hours of the night with the steady beat of jake's heart was enough to remind you: this was home, and so was he
• the seed of hope in making it permanent had been developing as you immersed and integrated yourself more and more into the na'vi culture; your shared bond with jake only strengthening, and the yearning to share your love in new and more meaningful ways grew in your mind and heart
• looking out to the circle of na'vi huddled close together, sharing songs and stories, your eyes naturally inclined to those expecting; some mothers were yet to have their children of course, younger in stature and skin tone, their bellies swollen and full, usually their mates by their side; the sight made your heart flutter, and a small smile grace your features
• jake noticed this, of course; you'd been much quieter than usual, although the way your body relaxed into him intimated that this quiet was of no alarm - he'a merely been glancing down every so often to your form, curled up in his arms as he traced patterns on your hips and upper thighs
• your expression of an almost warm-hearted wistfulness caught him off-guard, though; usually you were asleep by now, breaths deeper and body heavier in his arms. this time your eyes were cast to the group sat about the fire nearby, your lips briefly pursing in thought only to grow back into a small smile
• using his index and middle fingers, jake ever so gently lifted your face up to his by your chin, taking in your softened sleepy features, whispering a quiet "...what's on your mind, babygirl?"
• sitting up a little further, you wrapped your arms around either side of his neck, lightly stroking the soft braid, brushing any stray hairs away from his face, behind his ears; jake's arms snaked their way around your waist, his eyes flicking up and down your form in curiosity
• you'd then proceeded to express what filled your thoughts; being human and working at the base in pandora, the probability of having any children was low. but your life was so different now; even your body was made of completely different components - all that was you was your mind, and whatever you wanted it to be was now up to you; unconstrained by human rules and physical limits
• at your words, jake made sure to listen closely; his earnest little tail flicks and swivelled ears making sure to pay attention, as you continued to express how you felt the increasing urge to have a family; and how the prospect of being pregnant was especially appealing to you
• the idea of being so claimed by someone, in such an intimate way; enough to change your whole body once more, not only for your baby, but for your mate. giving him a family, and the mutual respect and love that such a shared act represents, it made your heart swell
• jake's gently widened eyes and small open-mouthed smile only affirmed your words, giving you the confidence to continue, almost whispering your confession, "..i just...i want to have that with you, if you wanted it too...i don't have it in me to fight something so instinctual...i'd have your babies, i want them...with you."
• as you subtly began to gyrate your hips into his now slowly hardening length, jake's expression only deepened as he nodded along to you; your words almost washing over him and sending him into a trance. you wanted children, and to mother, and best of all..with him. you wanted his children
• paired with your now growing arousal, and lightly rocking your form against his, he could tell that this captivated you in more ways than one. his mind shifting from a place of pride and sentimentality, to that of lust and an intimate kind of eroticism at your proposed prospect
• he'd have no quarrel with fucking you deep, watching as you swell full with his child; jake sighed out at the thought, "ah, i see..must mean you want a daddy too, huh. a daddy and his babygirl, mmhm?", your now more desperate grinds only increased the heat between you, the proximity beginning to rile the both of you up
• "..yes..but really..w'na be a mama.." you'd let out, eyes flickering back and forth between his emerald orbs and the ground; your flustered form couldn't be masked even by the enthusiasm you showed at the idea of starting a family
• letting out a feigned-innocent hum of approval, jake nuzzled his face closer to yours, understanding what you really meant - maybe the family was in the future, but your current state: pussy wet, pupils dilated, hips circling hard into his cock, was more interested in the prospect of making the babies, rather than rearing them
• "..ahh, ok..so my babygirl wants to be a mommy, and wants mommy and daddy to make babies, am i right?..protect their family..take care of each other?..well shit, sweetheart", he'd keen, already knowing the answer through your eager nods, the little high-pitched whine that escaped your lips, and your eyebrows contorting in weakly hidden arousal
• jake was fully on board with this idea of course, but took great satisfaction in watching your squirms of pleasure at the fantasy; sliding a hand down to your cloth-covered entrance, he moved the material to the side, sliding in his swollen cock; there'd usually be more foreplay, but feeling how much of your juices were already dripping from you, he took little more time in riling you up
• making sure to be out of direct sight from those at the fire, he gently scooted both of you deeper into the shadowed corner of the cave; once fully-sheathed inside your clenching, wet pussy, jake began to gently pump in and out of you;
• hips bucking rhythmically into you, your hips matching his speed as you rode him in equal fervor; in between desperate chesty groans, jake continued to gasp out, "..ffuck..you w-want a baby, sweetheart? i'll give it to you, i'll give it...ah-ah, fffuck..",
• "so t-tight for me..must've really wanted this, hm?..mommy wants daddy's seed, deep inside, right? m'gonna fuck it nice and deep for you babygirl, don't worry..sh-shit..", as his hips pushed deeper into you, his head leaned back on the cold stone wall, eyes clasped shut from the way your pussy constricted around his pulsing length
• all the while your hushed moans echoed in his ears, as you wantonly nodded to his lustful words; knowing just how much you wanted his babies, he was going to make damn sure you got them.
:,)
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acomumsb · 3 months
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That twitter trend of drawing your comfort characters but make it extra by adding dialogue....
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syrupgirl · 1 year
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The stars from two points of view -Neteyam
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The gentle rippling on small waves echoed below Neteyam’s head. All he could think about was how the sound of the ocean was so different from the sea. Well, duh he thought.
He groaned and rolled onto his side, looking out onto the waters. As beautiful as these islands were, the humidity could be stifling. Just another thing he had to get used to.
It wasn’t a bad change, the circumstances, yes, but this land, these waters they now called home were so boundless. Filled with new, interesting people and more opportunity for adventure.
If he looked hard enough, Neteyam could see young ilu playing in the water out front. He smiled, his days were filled with swimming through those same channels. Probably what he would be doing tomorrow as well.
“Neteyam? Are you awake?” The oldest Sully child shot up from his lying position, looking around like a madman.
“Be still, it is only me!” Oh, he could recognise the voice now. He could also pick out the pair of blue-green eyes that met his from over the edge of the netting that surrounded his families home. Neteyam smiled as you pressed a finger to your lips before dipping below the walkway.
The young man glanced behind him. His mother and father tucked into each other with little Tuk nestled between them. Lo’ak was sprawled out and snoring, while Kiri lay with her back to him. All seemed to be sleeping deeply. Perfect.
Neteyam felt like a little kid as he snuck out. Back in the forest, he had gotten into his fair share of trouble with his father because he snuck out, but that was always with Lo’ak, or Kiri, or Spider, or even Tuk. But now, here, he felt like he could finally breath a little, be his own person, and not the golden child he felt reduced to.
Neteyam peered over the edge, expecting to see you floating down there, maybe smiling at him if he dared to dream, but all he saw was a few small fish milling around in the water below.
Confused, he looked to the sides of him, behind him, even above him (for whatever reason).
“Psst! Are you coming or not?” You laughed at him. Suddenly, Neteyam felt something small and sharp poke him in the ass. He jumped again, looking around and holding his now sore behind. He could hear you laughing, but the magic he once held was quickly being replaced by frustration that he still couldn’t locate you.
“Under here, idiot.”
Finally! He could pinpoint your voice, you were probbaly swimming in the shallows beneath his feet, though he couldn’t see you through the thick woven fibers.
He walked back over to the edge and got on his hands and knees. Ducking, he looked directly underneath the pathways and yelped when he became almost nose to nose with your grinning face.
You grabbed his hand from where it was gripping the edge and went to pull him under with you.
“Hey, hey, hey! We have to be quite! I’ll make a splas-!” Was all he got out before he was plunged into the water below.
His limbs flailed for a second and he opened his eyes. The water surrounding him lit up beautiful shades of blues and greens, and he could see the luminescence lighting up your body as well.
He had a small smile to himself before he headed to the surface to tell you off some more.
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“-oh and Lo’ak needs to work on his subtlety. Even a blind man could see how he makes eyes at Tsireya.” Neteyam snorted, splashing his hands in the water.
“It is not for nothing, you know. Tsireya keeps to herself, but she admires Lo’ak. In her own way.” You sighed as you floated on your back next to him.
You had decided against bring the Ilu out, worrying it would bring too much attention to you, options just to float on your backs and look into the sky.
The sky was so clear out here, no trees to obscure his view, no Ikran flying across the way, just and endless sea is stars, not unlike the one he was currently wading in. They were probably not unlike each other, the sea and the sky.
“-eyam? Neteyam, are you still with me?” It was like your voice slowly faded back into focus and he glanced over to you.
“Yes, yeah, I’m sorry. I was just…admiring the stars. They are so clear here. Breathtaking.”
You hummed and paddled closer to him, as if to see things more from his point of view.
“You speak like you’ve never seen the stars before, can you not see them from the forest?”
“No, we can see them, there are often things that obscure them, that’s all.”
You didn’t make any noise but he knew you heard him. The ripples of the small waves creating a calm ambiance that fuzzed up his brain.
“You know, when I was small, my mother and father would bundle up my siblings and I and tell us stories of the stars.” Neteyam spoke fondly of his memories, you could hear it in his voice, but there was a sadness to it, a longing.
“I would like to see it one day, the forest. The way you and your family speak of it, it sounds beautiful.” You set your sights on the bot next to you, his beautiful hair rippling around his head like a crown. “I would also like to see the stars from where you watched them with your family. I want to see them from your point of view.”
I want to be the one to take you there he thought. I want to be the one to tell you the stories I was told.
Neteyam turned his head to you. To him, it’s as if you had placed those very same stars in the sky, the same one he could spend endless nights admiring. If he appraised the stars so, where does that put the one who painted them there?
“What?” you smiled, looking into his eyes, seeing those same stars in his eyes.
“It’s nothing, you have nothing to worry about, we have nothing to worry about.”
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a/n: I purposefully wrote the dialogue to sound a little formal btw, since that’s kind of how they spoke in the movie. And also, i feel like i need to clarify since Neteyam is fifteen years old that I am his age, and the reader that I write in these fics is also his age, or very close to it.
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randomoutsiders · 1 year
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aged-up neteyam praising you while absolutely wrecking your insides?🙏
"atta girl, takin' my cock so well, eh?" you're still adjusting to his size, cunt quivering with mild discomfort. his thumb presses at your navel, grunting with amusement at the way the head of his cock manages to prod at the digit with every rough thrust.
your head bobs with a silent gasp, for all the air in your lung has been captured by the wet kisses the man is peppering over your hot cheeks.
"yeah, baby. yeah you are. such a pretty thing while you do it too, aren't you?" his smile makes a quick appearance, fingers pinching at your inner thigh when the appendages begin to shut.
"stay where you are, princess. i'm not done with you yet."
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buwheal · 9 days
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myr onblox avagar yeagh
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wileycap · 4 months
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Little snippets of dialogue, showing what I think postwar redeemed Azula would look like:
AZULA: Admiral Asahi seems to be convinced that a return to the old regime would be in the best interests of the Fire Nation. He recently gave a speech where he accused the Fire Lord of being an impotent, cowardly puppet who was leading the country to ruin. Well, if he misses the old ways so badly, we should slather him with tar, put him in a boat at sunset and light the boat on fire after Agni's last rays have left the world, so his spirit will never feel the warmth of the Sun again!
EVERYBODY: [looks at her]
AZULA: But... we won't. Because. We're very moral.
SOKKA: Yyyeah, good save. Not creepy at all.
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ZUKO: Princess Azula, what do you think we should do about the war orphans?
AZULA: We should train them to be an elite fighting force. They've already lost everything, so their feelings of hate and grief would be easy to twist to serve us.
ZUKO, sighing: Let's try that again. Remember that the Earth King's delegation is going to be at this meeting, so maybe try to avoid saying anything that could restart the war.
AZULA: ... give them jobs?
ZUKO: Child labor is bad.
AZULA: Even if it's-
ZUKO: Even if it's peasant children, yes. And don't call them peasants.
AZULA: What do you want from me? Should I say, 'oh, poor babies, we should fund luxurious orphanages where they can get the best education and care, and many hugs and kisses, where they can weave flower crowns and roll around in meadows of fire lillies?'
ZUKO: Yes.
AZULA: Oh. Well, that one, then.
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ZUKO: Azula! What did you do?
AZULA: You're going to have to be a little more specific.
ZUKO: Admiral Asahi's estate burned down!
AZULA: That's unfortunate, but I don't see what it has to do with me.
ZUKO: So you're saying you didn't do it?
AZULA: Of course I didn't.
ZUKO: ... really?
AZULA: I hired someone to do it. I am royalty, after all.
ZUKO: Azula!
AZULA: Oh, lighten up, Zuzu. My operative made sure that everyone got out.
ZUKO: Everyone except for Asahi, who was trapped in his outhouse.
AZULA: Yes, well, that was unfortunate.
ZUKO: In his outhouse, where the fire started.
AZULA: A very tragic accident, but he survived, didn't he?
ZUKO: Yeah, but he was covered in... anyways, who did you hire?
AZULA: You know, I'm not entirely sure. She wore a mask, but I think she's called the Red Spirit.
ZUKO: What? You can't steal my secret identity!
AZULA: What are you talking about?
ZUKO: The Blue Spirit!
AZULA: The Blue Spirit was a myth, made up by Zhao to explain the Avatar's escape from Pohuai. Sure, there were some copycat bandits in the Earth Kingdom, but our own intelligence has repeatedly dismissed the possibility of the Blue Spirit being an actual person. Haven't you been keeping up with the reports?
ZUKO: I- you- argh! [stomps off]
AZULA: Bye, Zuzu.
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lelianaslefthand · 1 month
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i know this isnt new they're just so special to me
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katydoodles · 1 year
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🍃Wind chimes swings in the background 🎐🍃
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Idk I wanted to draw them in a modern setting.
I’ve seen a lot of ppl draw Azula in edgy e-girl clothes but i think she would wear really mature clothes to intimidate those around her and show off her status.
Aang would totally wear traditional clothes, he would feel more comfortable. Lol but he would love to dress in modern clothes and let Sokka dress him up.
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