#clone!quaritch

[tenebrius-excellium]

Random thoughts that stayed after pondering Avatar 2 for a couple days & letting it sink in

@likeem-apples called Quaritch’s clone “Not-Quaritch” and I think we should all call him that

@luckycheesefoodie321 called Neytiri a “death goddess” and wow, that was kinda the expression I was looking for. Really well worded. Yup, that captures the essence of her in the second movie

Her bow broke. Her father’s bow broke. Eytukan’s last words, “protect the people”, faded, and Neytiri failed. Auuuuuuuuuughhhhh that was painful. But necessary in my opinion for her to open up to a different path.

The Jake/Quaritch relationship looks like it’s growing into a longterm archenemy/ old nemesis relationship and I didn’t think much of it at first but it’s becoming attaaaaaaaaached

When you think about it, the explanation as to how Quaritch came back and the transition to English were really well told and satisfying. The beginning might have been a little slow, but Kiri’s and Spider’s origins kept me intrigued and then Neytiri’s song started and set the scene. The eclipse element around the gas giant Polyphemus was also a really creative detail about Pandora that we did not yet know of. The love to detail really stood out!

Spider’s torture and the gore around the whaler guy losing his arm were a bit much tbh. I’m happy Spider withstood the pressure though. My guy is loyal. 

I need Jake to get his shit together. He was an absent character who didn’t think about the consequences of his actions. He neglected his kids, was far too hard on them, kept the Olo’Eyktan position for 16 years when he clearly struggled to lead (also remember the “I’m not officer material” quote), allowed the Omaticaya culture to decline after everything Neytiri taught him, and led the war straight to the Metkayina after expecting them to grant his family refuge. Bro.

I need a Na’vi dub in the DVD release. It could be provoking. It could change EVERYTHING. 

[lunaeti]

I don’t understand why people hate Spider so much. What he did was entirely justified.

His adoptive family (with the exceptions of Kiri and Lo’ak) not only treated him like an outsider, but he was referred to as a stray cat. A pet. Neytiri purposely left him behind with the enemy without knowing (or caring) if he would be killed or tortured.

When Quaritch (while a clone, he has his real father’s memories) shows him respect and affection, Spider was obviously going to feel more comfortable with him and the squad. They’re technically the same species! Plus Quaritch saved Spider, multiple times, and chose him over an easy win (having Kiri as a hostage to force Jake to surrender). Neytiri was going to kill him.

Spider owed Quaritch.

That’s the reason why he saves Quaritch at the end, he owed him. I thought that was clear when Spider looks conflicted and literally yells “fuck!” before going to save him.

It’s only at the end of the movie that Jake accepts Spider as a real son and, honestly, it’s because Neteyam died. “A son for a son.”

Spider Socorro’s actions were realistic and justified.

The situation is messy, but everyone involved has their valid reasons and that’s what makes this a great movie.

[dirtytransmasc]

How do the adults (Jake, Neytiri, Norm, etc) react to the Quaritch and the recom squad with the Spellman (Quaritch) Siblings?

Like, the siblings actually listen to Quaritch. Something they never really did with any other adult.

But most importantly, they trust him with Spider. They don't trust anyone (bar the Sully kids) with Spider.

Seeing them with the recoms, it's probably the first time in years that they've seen the siblings truly be carefree and like proper kids, no lingering undertone of constant worry.

ooh this is fun.

I think the awkwardness of this situation would be hilariously depressing and self incriminating.

cause they want to be like 'what did you do to them?' but that's not really an appropriate question in regards to kids finally acting like actual children, y'know? like they don't want to admit that they were not only aware of their unhealthy mindsets but complicit in them; at the same time they would like to know their relationship to quaritch.

so its all beating around the bush, trying to imply things to the kids, like push-push-nudge-nudging the kids to admit he's evil to something.

they are genuinely surprised when they come to the realization that Quaritch is just a good dad, like for weeks they thought the kids were stuck in some sort of scheme, but no they just had someone who relieved them from the duty of being parents.

they do watch with wonder (norm especially) as the kids just... do as they're told... like they have room for a little argument, they make sure what they're being asked of is fair, and they are full of complaints, but they do it anyway. they have such a respect for quaritch and the recoms, and that respect is mirrored, if not amplified by the other party. they see the kids leave spiders side every once and a while and they don't threaten the recom's to take care of him before they do.

like the utter shame they feel at this new sight is palpable, but ultimately, they're happy for them, cause those kids deserve to be happy.

[newhologram]

I love the contrast between Eywa naturally being able to upload and store individualized consciousnesses after death of the body and the RDA's perversion of that concept to create fresh-out-of-the-tube soldiers that don't require training and hardly need much grooming to do their jobs. Eywa doesn't claim ownership of the soul. She holds each to Her heart as the sacred incarnations and expressions of life that they were. "A thing isn't beautiful because it lasts." But to the RDA, your soul is company property. (Eywa created a holy clone, RDA brought back a demon.) Is this in their work contract in general, that the RDA could decide to do this, or does it only come up for particularly useful individuals who're worth the expense? Not sure if Quaritch would've understood or cared about the fine print if he thought it meant immortality. It doesn't, really, and Recom Quaritch is going to have a hell of a time disentangling from the ghost's hold on his brain. If he potentially sees his fallen 1st Unit (re)comrades recopied, recombined, reincarnated, something will shake loose. And he's not going to like it. Even if he's not immediately demoted or punished for messing up, he's not going to like the RDA watching his every tail twitch. He's not going to like finding out what happens to Recombinants who get too comfortable in their stripes.

[patheticblorbloscholar]

This might piss some people off but I don't care. Argue with a wall.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

WIP Wednesday

Bitty fragment from my next affront to good taste. Warnings for implications of noncon and csa.

He's vat-slick and trembling, staring, up into deep, deep blue. Some small part of him whispers sky, and he wonders, distantly, what that means. Whether it has anything to do with the plummeting swoop in his stomach as big hands wrap gently around his shoulders and tug him upright.

"Can you hear me, tiger?" a voice asks, deep and rumbling, echoing through his bones like what another version of him might have referred to as rockfall.

He blinks slowly, feeling glistening fluid drip down his cheeks (and not for the last time). "Ti-ger," he echoes, taking a deep breath. He doesn't exactly know what he's smell, but it's...good. He likes it.

The blue in front of him splits around the outline of a shining white crescent. A grin without a cat, he thinks, before the though runs away with the rest of the liquid dripping down his back. His lips twitch in response.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

LMAO your Quaritch hate post has a good point, but by that logic it also proves that he is better than his predecessor, since he had no obligation to give a shit about a random boy and yet he did anyway. Human Quaritch likely didn’t even care about Spider, but his clone found it within himself to connect to this kid so strongly that he ends up completely fucking up his mission for his sake. Whether Neytiri would have actually killed Spider or not doesn’t matter because either way Miles didn’t feel like taking that chance and opted to instead possibly fight two enraged Na’vi, which is literally a death wish after the stuff they did to his squad. He’s not good by any means, but human Quaritch would have shot those Tau’nui villagers and give fuck all about Spider’s feelings.

I have a whole list of asks to work through, but I'll bump yours right to the front, you silly little clown.

I don't think they're different characters, first of all. There is no plot or thematic emphasis given to Quaritch being a clone. That is not his point in this media. The point was that James Cameron wanted Stephen Lang back. They are the same character in James Cameron's eyes, the scripts eyes, and thematically. So just getting that out of the way.

I really need you guys to get this: claiming Human Quaritch didn't care about Spider is completely baseless. You have literally no evidence at all for it. It is a claim you all make to continue to separate the two. This claim is a bad faith way to try to make recom Quaritch (still a racist war criminal) look better than the genocidal maniac he was and is. It's really a bad look for you all.

I've said this a million times: not killing the Tau'nui (and the other villages he raided and burned, you do be forgetting those don't you) and not being even worst to abducted war prisoner child Spider ARE NOT GOOD THINGS. So if the war prisoner wasn't Spider he would've been worse to any other child? If Spider wasn't there he would've killed the villagers? Not good! Jesus Christ, if I kick a puppy and then you criticize me for it and I say well I didn't KILL the puppy??? That is a logical fallacy, my king. Saying things could have been worse doesn't make the awful things magically not as bad or not occur??

Finally, "after what [Jake and Neytiri] did to his squad," yeah idk I'm pretty sure the recoms would've been a okay if they didn't, idk, kidnap all those children and torch all those villages and also attack them. Stop sending me messages all artfully phrased trying to make Quartich seem like a victim. It's really stupid. It's not noble for Quaritch to "put himself in danger" by dropping his knife, he literally put himself in that situation a million times over.

You can't argue for what human Quaritch would have done to make Recom Quaritch look better, because you literally don't know. So don't bother. Like your villains and make whatever content you want, but when you start defending him and his actions and painting him as sympathetic and excusable, you are defending! Racism! Imperialism! Genocide! and war crimes!

[tripleskxawng]

txeptìpaw - from txep, fire, and tìpaw, growth; pyriscence

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[bl00dw1tch]

Ik i said that one time that selfcest is morally good and correct as a concept but Also we mustn't forget the gut wrenching horror of getting Creeped on by your clone, too

[theicemav]

who i write for-

avatar (james cameron movies) any character

star wars any character

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[pandoraslxna]

Bittersweet revenge

adult Lo‘ak x Quaritch‘s daughter reader

Words: 3.7k

Summary: Ever since the day Lo‘ak had found out that you’ve chosen to rescue your father, the man that basically murdered Neteyam and made his whole life hell, he was out for revenge.

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, dark!Lo‘ak, human reader, aged up characters, degradation kink, non-con / dub-con, p in v, handcuffs, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, size difference, belly bulge, angst

Fifteen years have passed since the battle at the three brothers rock. Fifteen years, since you’ve chosen your fathers side over those of your, more or less, adoptive Na’vi family. It’s been so many years since you’ve last seen any of them, the people you’ve basically spent your whole childhood with, like a second family. No, like your only family, since you didn’t even know your father was (somehow) still alive.

It wasn’t really him, you knew that. He was a clone. A recombinant soldier. The only thing he and your father had in common were his memories, but that didn’t really matter to you. What mattered was the way he treated you. To him, you were his daughter. No if’s and but's. Quaritch was the only thing that came closest to a real father to you in this world and even though you loved the Sully‘s, it was the only right thing to do. You belonged to him and his people more than you belonged to the Na‘vi.

It’s been so many years, yet you don’t even need to look twice to recognize the familiar Na‘vi that was standing right in front of you.

Originally, you’ve only planned to take a walk. Get some samples for Dr. Garvin‘s study about Panopyras while you’re at it. You didn’t even realize how far away from bridgehead city you’ve wandered off to, until it was too late. You’ve mindlessly walked past the kill zone and into the forest, further than you were allowed. Thankfully, after growing up around here, you knew these forests enough to protect yourself from most danger. What you didn’t expect though, was that any Na‘vi would dare to come this close to the border of forest that lead straight to bridgehead‘s kill zone.

But of course, this one did. So typical of him.

You instantly knew that it was him. Lo‘ak. You hadn’t seen him in over a decade, but you knew that it was him without a doubt. And you could tell that he knew it’s you, too. You could see it in his eyes.

"You’ve grown", he simply says, his features not giving away anything. You finally exhale the breathe that you didn’t even realize you were holding, relieved that he was the first to break this unbearable silence, after staring at each other for several minutes. What do you even say to someone, years after you’ve left them so abruptly? And when you had parted ways, it wasn’t in a good way. You had left as a traitor.

But he was one to talk about growing up. You remember the times when he was just barely an inch taller than you, when you teased him about how you would overtake him one day and how he was so small and thin. Oh were you wrong about that. How tall was he now, you wondered. Nine, maybe even ten feet? He was probably taller than the recombinant clone of your father, which was insane to even think about. His body was lean, wide shoulders and a small waist and he looked so much like Jake now. But he still wears his hair the same, two braids loosely dangling in front of his face, the sides of his head shaved clean.

Though his braids are longer now, at least by eight inches. He must’ve spent a whole while longer with the metkayina after you had left– the clans infamous tattoos decorating his chest and parts of his stomach were a clear inidcation of it.

The way he carried himself had changed too. He seems so confident and reserved as he stands there, his features stern and serious and you can’t help but wonder where that happy, curious and playful teenager you‘ve known for all your childhood had went. The one you had always loved from the bottom of your heart, for being exactly that. Did he hide his true self because he was cautious of you? You definitely wouldn’t blame him.

"It’s nice to see you, Lo‘ak", you greet him with a smile, genuinely happy, because you thought you would never see him again. At the same time, it made you wonder what he was even doing out here. Did the Sully‘s finally decide to come back to their home, return to the Omatikaya clan? Or was he just here for a visit? Nevertheless, what was he doing out here? The Na‘vi usually never came this close to the kill zone. You knew that it was strictly forbidden, when you had still lived among the omatikaya clan.

Lo‘aks eyes carefully scanned over your much smaller frame, eyes barely moving as he did. He was taking in every inch of change on your appearance, just like you did. But he was much more subtle about it. If you didn’t know him so well, you probably wouldn’t even have noticed. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about right now. Was he angry? Was he happy to see you again? Did he even care? Your questions were surprisingly answered just shortly after, when he finally moved from his spot and approached you slowly.

"I’ve been thinking about you ever since", Lo‘ak confesses, with his eyes still fixed on yours. You can’t help the way your eyebrows rise at his statement.

"About… me?", you question him as if you weren’t sure you heard him right. Lo‘ak shakes his head and chuckles, a low, throaty sound that almost sounds a little sinister to you. "Oh you have no idea…"

You swallow thickly, meanwhile he steps even closer to you. The eye contact that he was holding with you, was almost too intense to bear, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to shy away. You felt uneasy. Like some prey that’s face to face with its predator and if you would dare to look away, he would eat you alive.

"I’ve been thinking about you. You and Quaritch, to be more specific", Lo‘ak says and instantly, you feel your blood run cold, "Been thinking about how I can make daddy’s life hell, just like he did with mine. I’ve been thinking about the things that mean most to him. And you know what I’ve realized?"

You blink at him, like a deer caught in headlights, "W-What?"

"There’s nothing", he chuckles, "Nothing matters to him, nothing really means anything to him."

You could almost hear your own heartbeat pound in your ears when his hand unexpectedly, but slowly, reaches out for you. Your eyes widen, scared of whatever his intentions might be, but then he simply tugs a strand of hair behind your ear. With a half hearted smile on his face, he continues, "Nothing, but you. You’re the one thing he cares about."

"Lo‘ak what d—", but before you could finish asking him what he was even talking about, you find yourself flat on the ground. Lo‘ak crouches over you, pins you down, with your front pressed flat against the ground. You give a yelp of surprise, instinctively struggling against his hold but it’s pointless. He’s always been superior to your strength.

You could feel him shift behind you and then he binds something around your wrists, tying them together so tight that it almost hurt. Almost.

"Lo‘ak please d-don’t hurt me! I swear I’ll tell you anything, everything that I know, but please don’t hurt me!"

"Shh, it’s okay", he coos, "I could never hurt you, sweet thing." His words were meant to soothe you, yet they send your heart racing. Your anxiety grows worse underneath your skin, once you feel the dull side of what you could only assume was a knife and then the sharp sound of fabric ripping, as he cut through the seams of your pants. Next was your slip and then your shirt. He cut everything off that you wore, leaving you bare and exposed before him. You felt humiliated. A cold breeze of air made you shiver as you laid there, not even daring to breathe.

With his hands on your hip, Lo‘ak guides you, makes you curve your spine and wedges your thighs apart with his knee. His hands are warm on your skin, rough palms gliding over the underside of your thighs and then knead the plump of your ass. Blame it on the adrenaline rushing through your veins like some drug, but it felt strangely good. Still, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know that. You trembled at the feeling of his fingers digging into your flesh. A low hum, coming from deep inside his chest reached your ears when his hands wandered further down the roundness of your bottom. With his hands on either side of your thighs, he spread your soft folds apart using his thumbs. Instantly, you tug against your restraints. The cold forest air brushing against your most private parts suddenly made you very aware of the situation you were in.

"Lo‘ak wait–"

But the Na‘vi only chuckled. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you’re met with the same pair of eyes that always looked at you so adoringly, so full of love. But now he was just looking at you like you were prey. Like a cat watching a mouse that was caught in a trap. Like he wanted to consume you.

Lo’ak brings his hands down between your thighs, cupping your sex to get a feel of how wet you are and you inhale sharply. His long, slender digits glide through your folds easily and he hums, "So wet for me already, hm? Did I get you all excited like this? Or did you just miss me so much?"

You hiss when not only one, but two of his fingers then slide into you with little to no effort. "What would your daddy think, if he could see you like this? You’ve grown into such a filthy girl", Lo‘ak says lowly, his words mocking you and you squeeze your eyes shut as if you couldn’t hear him like this. But they fly right open again when he starts to pump his digits in and out of you. His pace is fast, merciless even, and you squirm underneath him. He curls them as if he was beckoning to you, rapidly hitting that spongey spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It was embarrassing how fast Lo‘ak could turn you into a trembling, whimpering mess. The squelching sounds he expertly worked out of your pussy only added further to your humiliation. At this pace, it was impossible not to come. And Lo‘ak knew it. It was like he needed to draw that orgasm out of you, like his life depended on it.

You could feel that familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core, stealing the very air from your lungs as you moaned and gasped with your cheek shoved against the mossy ground. Lo’ak wasn’t gentle as he helped you to your release. He straight up pushed you over the edge with a pinch to your sensitive clit, rolling it with his thumb until your legs were shaking. But he didn’t let you ride it out, didn’t let you relish in the feeling of your orgasm because he draws away when you’re still at your high.

You can’t help but whine when he leaves you empty, with your walls clenching around nothing, missing the feeling of his rough fingers scissoring you open.

Looking over your shoulder, you watch him flip his loincloth to the side to reveal his hard cock. He was big– like, really big. Definitely matching the rest of him, in size and color. You didn’t know what scared you most, the thought of taking his entire length or having his girth split you open. You could literally see it throb in his hands as he stroked himself a few times. Meanwhile, his eyes were still fixed on yours, like he was in some sort of staring contest that he was about to win. He seemingly took great pleasure in watching you swallow thickly by the sight of him.

"You know", he begins as he then lines his cock up with your slick hole, "I used to have a huge crush on you when we were kids."

You feel the head of it, thick and warm, nudge between your soft lips and then prod at your entrance. You close your eyes shut and try your best to mentally prepare yourself, but it’s all for nothing when he finally pushes the tip in, letting his cock sink into the tight heat of your cunt. He’s rewarded with a high pitched whine falling from your plumb lips as you tense underneath him.

"I’d come home and rub one out whenever we hung out. Always hugged you a little tighter when you said goodbye so I could imagine you pressed against me, all hot and desperate. Ha. Just like right now, isn’t that funny?" He was saying this so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t just burying himself balls deep inside your pussy.

When his pelvis finally makes contact with the soft swell of your ass, he groans and let’s his head fall back against his neck. For a moment he stays like this, just relishing in the feeling of your soft walls fluttering around his cock.

"Fuck", Lo‘ak breathes out before he looks down at you again, "Just as tight as I imagined. Always knew you’d feel so fucking good."

He let out a grunt as he pulled back slightly, before burying himself deep again, his dick knocking on your cervix like an iron hammer. You choke on a whimper and then he sets his pace, fast and deep strokes, like he was aiming to fuck the very soul out of you. You were so tiny compared to him, it was a miracle that you were even physically able to take all of him and with the way he plunged his cock into you, it felt like he was already in your stomach. The sounds he knocked out of your throat, every time his pelvis made contact with your ass, were straight up pornographic. With his hands secured on your hips, he pulled you back to meet his thrusts and it made the whole thing so much worse. Or better? At this point, you didn’t even know anymore.

Everything was too much –too good, too deep, too fast, too rough. All you could do was take it. Just lay there, with your face shoved uncomfortably against the ground and your back painfully arched and take whatever he was giving to you. It was like he used fifteen years full of pent up hate and anger and the unresolved need for revenge and took it all out on you. Because anger was everything he had left. Because anger was better than tears, better than grief and better than guilt. It was so much easier to handle.

Meanwhile, you felt that tension building again. You feel it crawl under your skin, a warmth spreading through your core and you can’t help but push yourself back against Lo‘ak. You wanted– no, you needed to cum. You find yourself having no control over this, just letting yourself go because it feels too damn good.

"Shit, are you coming again? Feels good, right?", you hear Lo‘ak chuckle behind you, squeezing the flesh of your hips a little harder when you clench around his cock, "Yeah, so fucking good, we should’ve done this sooner."

It's a buildup of tension that arches your back and curls your toes and just when you think you can't take it anymore, something snaps. When you come, it’s like a release. It pulses throughout your body and you moan, loud and lewd and you should probably feel a little embarrassed too, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Lo’ak was fucking you through it so good, until it was on the verge of overstimulation.

"There you go, fuuck yes", he groans, slumped over your trembling frame so his mouth was close enough to your ear that you could hear him breathe and pant, "You sound so fucking cute when you come, you know that? All these noises just for me. I‘m flattered."

You hum in response, whether you agreed to his words or not, you didn’t even know. You feel like a warm puddle of goo when he suddenly pulls out of you. You’re slick between your legs, wincing when he flips you over and onto your back so you were facing him. Laying on your own arms, that were still bound behind your back, like this was uncomfortable, but you didn’t had nearly enough brain capacity to care about that right now.

You probably looked a little worn out, your eyes half lidded and barely focused until Lo‘ak pinched the soft of you thighs and you let out a small hiss.

"Hey", he chuckled above you when you finally looked up at him, "don’t pass out on me now."

Almost effortlessly, he pushes his thick cock back inside you. You felt full. So incredibly full, as he slid himself past your sensitive entrance. The last few inches of his length were introduced with a harsh thrust that punched the air from your lungs with a grunt.

"You feel that?", one of his hands comes to caress the swell of your lower abdomen, where his cock was nestled deep in your core and created this very visible bulge, "I’m all the way up here, see?"

Your eyes widen when he uses his thumb to press down on it, before he started moving his hips again. It seemingly bought him pleasure, feeling his cock move underneath your flesh. He was transfixed by the sight too.

Putting just a little more force behind his thrusts, he enjoyed how your pussy tightened around him, your body struggling to take all of him in this new position. Thankfully, you were so, so incredibly wet. So much so, that your slick begins to leak out and dribble down the curve of your bottom. His heavy balls smack against the slickness flowing out of you, creating more of these obscene sounds that filled both of your ears.

"Hmh, that’s it. Want you to feel me— fuck, so deep inside that little pussy you'll still feel me there for days."

"Lo‘ak", you draw his name out into a mewl, almost as if you were begging. But begging for what? You had no idea what you were even begging for. Maybe you just wanted to say his name, taste it on your tongue. "Lo‘ak", you moan it again. It’s been so long since you’ve said it out loud, so many years. "Lo‘ak, Lo‘ak", you chant it with every thrust of his hips, mix it between loud moans and whimpers.

"Again", he pants, his breathing becoming more rapid and heavier than before, "Say it again."

"Lo’ak! Lo’ak! F-Fuck, Lo’ak!", you moan his name like a prayer, again and again. Once for every year that you had spent without him. Once for every time you cried yourself to sleep because you missed him so much. Once for every time you found yourself laying in your bed, hands pushed past the waistband of your pyjama pants as you played with yourself, with him on your mind. "Lo‘ak! Lo‘ak!"

His rhythm seemingly begins to falter, like your words affected him enough to draw him closer to the edge of his orgasm. But he wasn’t the only one who was close yet again, with the way your walls were clamping down on his cock. You feel his pace change, not necessarily slower but his thrusts become shorter, deeper.

"I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum and fill you up and you will walk all the way back home with my cum dripping down your thighs and shit— I hope your daddy sees. Let him know it was me, that I did it. I fucked his precious daughter, ruined her for every other men", Lo‘ak groaned the words before he slumped over. His face was hovering over yours, just inches apart and for a moment you think, you hope, that he would kiss you. He’s was so close. So incredibly close, you wouldn’t even need to lift your head, just a little tilt would be enough—

But that kiss never comes.

What finally brings you to fall apart, was the sudden feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides. You whimper his name, one last time before he stills his movements. Your walls spasm around him and he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. He’s silent, just watching you, until you’ve come down from your high.

When you finally open your eyes again, you’re struggling to catch your breathe, while he seemed completely unfazed.

You blink a few times before you realize that his mimic had returned to this cold, untouchable and emotionless face. The one you would’ve never thought you’d ever see on him. On him, that boy that you would’ve described as the most joyful person in your life not long ago.

But the words, that then leave your lips, are the complete opposite of that. You cringe at little once they had slipped out, yet it was impossible to hold them back any longer. Where he had all this hate, pent up over the last fifteen years, you had nothing but love. For him.

It filled your heart, painfully even. It was like your feelings, the ones you had suppressed for so long, had suddenly erupted like lava from a volcano. And they hurt quiet the same way. Burned your throat and then your tongue, once they had spilled.

"Lo‘ak I… you know I love you. I always have."

He looks at you. A second passes and then another. You wince when he pulls himself out of you, leaving you completely exposed before him. The sensation of his still warm cum seeping out of your overused hole was uncomfortable and you couldn’t help but close your thighs and press them together tightly in an attempt to keep it from flowing out. Meanwhile, Lo’ak raises to his full height, straightening his loincloth to cover his privat parts again.

You look at him with big, round eyes, a faint blush still lingering on your face as you wait for him to finally respond. Or at least untie your arms as they were starting to ache horribly.

"L-Lo‘ak?", you call out for him softly.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he crouches down next to you, one of his hands coming to caress your soft cheek. You lean into it almost instinctively and right when you thought he would either respond or untie you, help you up and redress… he draws away completely.

"No. You don’t."

[nervousd]

BEING HIS EX LOVER

→ CONTINUATION

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanon on being the ex lover of yandere! human Miles Quaritch and meeting yandere! na’vi Miles Quaritch

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, kidnapping, delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

When he first woke up in his new body, his memories came in short snippets. Certain memories were still fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering certain things from the past. But they had come to him slowly. The most frequent memories were of you; embracing him from behind, flirting remarks. He had been plagued by you, constantly seen in every corner of his vision. At one point his memories would bleed into reality. You would be there beside him, laughing and giggling at him. He would feel your nails scraping down his back, body pressed up against him. It had sent him down a spiral of need.

Constant, were his visits to the infirmary, asking bizarre questions to the doctors. ‘ Were there any side effects to switching into an avatar body? Were illusions part of these side effects? ‘ the doctors would prescribe him medicated pills in hopes he would gain peace of mind. But all it did was make him drowsy, not even in his dreams was he safe from you. You would appear with a bright smile and himself— or rather the original Quaritch. Not him— it wasn’t him. But he wished it was. You were happy with the original Quaritch, he envied him.

He was envious of your relationship towards the original Quaritch. Envy that someone else had laid eyes on you. Jealous to see his predecessor touch you; to be the object of your affection. At one point he began to wish it was him instead of his predecessor. He couldn’t help a smile curve the corner of his lips whenever he would dream of you. While some memories were still fuzzy he would see memories of arguments between them. How you despised him for his horrible actions towards ‘hometree ‘ how you hated him for his cruelty towards the Na’vi. How you wanted nothing to do with him after what he did. He had brushed your anger off, you’ll get over it. It was for the sake of the human race. But he had underestimated your love for Pandora. You had betrayed him for Jake Sully.

Oh— he didn’t like that one bit. An inconstant amount of rage coursed through him. How dare you? How dare you turn your back on him? It was only then he realized the depth of his predecessor love for you. He had you confined in his quarters claiming the scientist had deluded you into betraying the human race. How he was going to set your mind straight. How those scientists had manipulated you into turning your back on him. He couldn’t agree any less, anyone who tried to interfere in your relationship with him were manipulative bastards. They were all trying to take you away from him. This planet, the scientist, every single thing in this wretched place.

And they did. They took you from him. You were no longer in his arms. You had abandon him for the Na’vi race; willingly chose to be apart of them. Chose to be alongside with Jake sully. The man who had killed him— the man who had taken you with him. He was out for blood, out to kill the man who took you from him. But would you come back to him? Of course! He isn’t the original Quaritch— no he’s nothing but a shell— a clone, a replacement. It didn’t matter to him, you belonged to him before and you’ll belong to him in this life too.

It was by some miracle that he had saw you. He had taken the sully kids as hostages ready to lure out Jake sully. But he had caught sight of you. Despite his overwhelming need to have you in his arms he kept his head in the game. He had to think clear, the reason you had come was to rescue the children. So he had offered a trade, give yourself up and he’ll let the children go. You agreed and like the honorable man he was he stayed true to his words. But to his surprise you had a kid of your own. You had named him Miles, a human who thought he belonged with the Na’vi. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest, that child was proof of his love towards you. He couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. You were back in his arms, safe and sound where you belonged.

[dirtytransmasc]

Spider waking one day, going outside and seeing his dad just causing absolutel mayhem

jake and neytiri are trying to kill him cause they think the act has finally broken, tonowari and ronal (who know whats going through his head at least a little and have sympathy for him) are trying to pry the sully's from, him from himself before he can do any bodily harm.

its a real 'god is dead, the house is on fire' type situation.

spider would take one look at it, sigh, and walk back into his hut, because he doesn't have the energy so early in the morning.

(he does go outside eventually when he hears, frankly cartoonish, screeching from quaritch, as his mother is nearly dragging him into what can only be described as a time out)

[newhologram]

Clones is probably my fav trope. I’ve loved so many clone stories over the years and Recom Quaritch is HANDS DOWN the most interesting one I’ve ever had the pleasure to hyperfixate on. He’s fascinating in a whole new way. And we’re barely getting started with him.

[patheticblorbloscholar]

I see so many people complaining that Quaritch will remain Jake's arch nemesis. However, I love this development. Remember fellow avatar fans, Quaritch 2.0 isn't even Quaritch hes a clone and hes evolving. This evolution has got me pumped. This Quaritch is Na'vi, he got to learn so much from Spider about what it means to connect to the world around you. We saw his conflicting loyalties. Personally, I can't wait to see what he does next.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Spider: whatever, fuck you!! We’re not even related!!

Quaritch: oh but we are~

Spider:…what? But you’re a clone…

Quaritch: yeah, and I share half of my dna with him. Do you know what that makes us kid?

Spider: *swallows* what…?..

Quaritch: *gets down on one knee in front of him and smiles evilly* I’m your brother.

Spider: