#olo moon

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Instead of going to II Infinity, Lightbulb and Test Tube's accidental timeline leads to object lockout.

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late post :D

not lightbulb but a bonus

[brandonaguja]

My piece for the osc gift exchange! Yarn and Moon being besties for @bxmylxcifrr! I hope you like it ^_^

[grimdark-gnostic]

OLO series finale (original by @incorrectinfinity)

also uhhh @rhythmrs

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[youtellmeman]

Spoilt

jake sully x Neytiri Sully x Metikayina!Reader

smut

warnings - p in v, vaginal fingering, slight scent kink, oral (f recieving), threesome, lil tiny bit of angst, kinda implied age gap but nothing more than 5 years,

i love jake and neytiri sm

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This was your clan. Your clan, your territory, your people,  everything that covered this expanse was yours. And maybe you had gotten too comfortable with getting everything in sight being yours, but it wasn’t like you were going around exploiting your power. You were clan princess, the people liked to give you things and you never took more than you gave.

That being said, you were currently in the biggest of moral dilemmas, considering the thing that you currently wanted was a married man and his wife in your bed. A man who had brought his family to your clan in hopes of being spared refuge from the blasted sky people that had returned, and had been oh so grateful when you’d convinced your parents olo-eyktan and tashik of your clan to grant them their wish. You’d taught them your ways, saw to it that your siblings were as kind as possible, you yourself had even taught them how to ride their very own Ilu. And as it seemed developed a certain curiosity for the heads of the family,

A curiosity that left you wondering what other biological differences were hidden away from your prying eyes could see and how the differences you could see would take effect in the mating process. For instance their fingers, while thinner, were longer than those of the Metkayina people and believe you’d spent multiple nights trying to replicate how deep they’d be able to reach inside of you. The way Neytiri's breasts were smaller and firmer looking than yours, which were slightly more full and soft to the touch. It made for countless nights of trite replication of something you’d never experienced and days where you couldn’t look either of them in the eye due the prior night's activities.

Like today for instance, your people gathered around for festivities, celebrating the full moon that had blessed you with high tides and bountiful catches. But instead of being completely enveloped in the festivities of your people as you usually would’ve been, your eyes were glued to the pair of dark blue people sitting next to one of your many fire pits, secluded from the dancing that was happening all around them.

So you paused your dancing and made your way to them, acknowledging their children who had been dragged into the festivities by your little siblings.

“What are you both doing sitting here, so still.” You ask a smile toying on your lips, discreetly checking them you, You’d organized for them to be made traditional Metikayina clothing for the night. “Tonight is a night of celebration, you should be dancing.” Neytiri’s eyes bored into your own and her lips twitched upwards slightly, but she said nothing.

“We hate to be rude but you all dance a bit differently than we’re used to, kid.” Jake recipes looking around at the clusters of people and you couldn’t help but do the same, face wrinkling in confusion before sparking with an idea.

“Then I teach you! Come come it is easy I assure you!” Your face breaks out in a smile and you can see in Jake's face that that wasn’t what he’d hoped would happen in response to his comment, Neytiri on the other hand seems more than amused.

“Yes Ma Jake, go learn. You should learn all you can remember.” You laugh as the words leave her lips, missing the way Neytiri's tale thumps against the ground in response. ‘You should learn all you can.’ were words Jake often used against his own children when they complained of your different ways. 

“Yes Jake see, you must learn. Be more like your mate with her eagerness to learn!” You say making Neytirir’s ears shoot up, eyes darting back to your face forming a small frown. Jake shooting her a shit eating grin and before either of them can deny your impromptu lessons you’ve grabbed them both by the arms to drag them towards the music.

Stopping in a less dense area that still thumbs with the vibrations of music you face them once more. The both of them standing a tad awkwardly still amidst the groups of dancing na’vi.

“ Come, Jake I teach you first.” You say ling yourself up with his side so you're both facing the same direction.Giving him the directions of stepping back then sliding forward slightly. “It is easy, see? Watch my feet.” Speaking as you guide him. 

“Come Neytiri you do the same with your feet.” You keep at this for a moment letting them get the footwork down. Having to spend a bit of time coaxing Neytiri into trying at all, while Jake seems to be a more focused student. Eyes glued to your every movement in what you take to be an attempt to get down the moves, it really isn’t.

Eventually though Neytirirs stubbornness subsides and she begins to try the foot work, picking it up much quicker than Jake. 

“Good, good! You are both doing very well, now it is time to add what truly makes this dancing.” You move to be in front and facing them going over simply the foot work again before speeding up and finally starting to move your hips. Shaking them rapidly,  moving them side to side along with alternating the sides you tilt up and down. Even going as far as to spin in a circle while you move. “Your hips! Move with the rhythm, feel it in your bones. Let your body become fluid guided by the beat of your heart and music.” You say immediately realizing that the both of them have stopped dancing. 

Without thinking you move towards Neytiri. “Move your feet and I will do the rest, hmm?” You ask and she obliges, aware of your every movement. Maybe that’s why she doesn't seem to move away or flinch in shock when your hands come to settle on her hips from behind. 

You both move your feet but instead of working on the movement of your hips you focus on hers. Using your hands to guide their movement, slowly at first then spreading up slightly until you can feel her body beginning to move without your guidance. You let her take the reins, movements spreading up and though a bit clumsy and out of beat she catches on quick, you’ve yet to release her waist. Taking a few seconds to enjoy the way your skin feels below your fingerstips before letting the slide back to your sides.

Then moving onto Jake, his eyes move from the grip you had on his mate's waist to your face, eyes filled to the brim with an emotion you can’t seem to place. Still you surge on, grabbing his waist next and moving it the way you had neytiri’s before.

“The way men dance is very similar to our women. The only difference is the occasional move of hips which the women don't usually replicate. It’sthe rolling of hips. Look at the other men around.” You guide him and your voice has found a softer tone then the previously energy filled one you’d held. Watching as Jake's eyes glide across the crowds around you resting on multiple of the men, before rolling his hips experimentally before falling into the previous moves you taught him. “Good.” You urge him on and he continues as you correct his form here and there before you eventually pull away, letting the tips of your fingers graze the protruding bone of his hip as you pull away. 

Maybe they weren’t dancing perfectly, like one of the natives might, but they were dancing. And eywa did look they good doing it. Neytirir had lost all previous restraint she’d had, letting herself fall into the way your people danced. Arms swaying in the air around her. Jake slightly more stiff yet seemingly enjoying the experience of it all, Locking eyes with you before his eyes slide to his mates moving form. Pulling her into dance closer, hips rolling and hand caressing her arm as she preened at the touch. 

And all of a sudden you felt as if you were watching something intimate, something you could never be a part of. It left your chest tightening in yearning and a smile on your face faltering. You needed to get away.

“You are both wonderful students. I’ll leave you both to enjoy yourselves and continue to learn without me. It’s getting quite late and I must retire for the night.” You excuse yourself as quickly and politely as possible,missing the way the pair's eyes lock then darting you in concern. Leaving before they can try to convince you to stay.

You make your way through the crowds, smile wiped clean completely and instead replaced with a frown and glassy eyes. Heading towards the direction of your hut, before deciding you didn't want to go there quite yet, instead finding a closed off part of the beach, a place that had always offered your comfort in life. And that was what you needed the most now as your mind was flooded with thoughts on inadequacy and the prospect of living in solitude forever. A few tears slipping down your cheeks before you're able to wipe at your eyes.

“ Ma Tanhi? What is wrong?” For once it’s Neytirir’s voice that breaks the somber silence of your self wallowing, causing your head to snap in her direction. Seeing the mated pair standing a few feet away from where you’re sat on the sand. You promptly shoot up to be standing. Trying to remove any trace of sadness from your face. “What did we do that has made you run from us.”

“Yeah i didnt think our dancing was that bad.” Jake tries to lighten the mood but it does nothing to ease the sadness heavy on your chest. Neytiri smacks his shoulder, clicking her tongue while shooting him a warning glare. “Really though, what's got you so down all of a sudden kid?”

“It is nothing, do not worry yourself with silliness such as my problems.” You try and force a smile on to your face, waving off their concern.

“Hey, if you’ve got a problem it's not silly at all. We’re here to help baby girl, but we can’t do nothin if you don’t tell us what's wrong so why don’t you talk to us.” It’s almost stupid the way your stomach churns at the pet name that falls out his mouth, almost adding the hypocrisy of this all. 

“Yes, what Ma Jake says is true. We care for you, let us ease your pains.” Neytiri urges you forth alongside her husband as they take steps closer. Still as kind as they are, what could you possibly say, that you had feelings for mated na’vi who also happened to be them. You shook your head wordlessly denying their help, though you can't help the way your eyes dart between them longingly. This doesn't go unnoticed

“Ah I see.” Your ears perk up at Jake’s comment. “Tiri, do you see what I see?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, watching them communicate wordlessly had become a norm when you’d become their guide, but it had never bothered you not knowing what they were thinking more than it did in this moment. And within a few seconds of wordless communication, Neytiri's body seemed to relax, all worry dissipating as her tale sways slowly behind her, eyes finding yours once more, gaze almost predatory as a smirk slid across her face. You clench involuntarily at the look in her eyes, arousal ill timed according to you

“I certainly do.” Neytiri almost purrs. “Shall we help her understand?” She raises a brow in Jake's direction as she moves around you slowly and you almost move to keep face with her.

“Understand what?” You try to follow her with your eyes, but that thought is thrown away when you find Jake suddenly incredibly close, fingers grazing your jaw before pinching your jaw between his thumb and index. Guiding your gaze to his own.

“Understand the fact that we want you too, baby.” Jake's eyes are hooded with lust, pupils blown wide as one of his canines digs into the meat of his bottom lip.

“what?” The words leave your lips in an airy whisper.

“Your feelings do not go as unreciprocated as you thought.” Neytirir’s voices husky and you’re suddenly very aware of how her lips brush against your shoulder with every word, breath fanning over your skin.

“I-i don’t-” 

“You don't what?” Jake’s words are sharp as they leave his lips. “You don’t feel the same? Cause if thats it lets be real cause I can smell ya from here and I'm sure Tiri can too. Or do you not understand, because if that's the case we’d be more than happy to make ourselves crystal clear.” His last few words are intentionally slow yet pointed and they have you pressing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the need to be touched. “Just say the word and we’d be happy to show you just how bad we want for you.” 

“Show me.” The words have barely left your mouth before his lips are slamming into yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a silent demand for access to the inside of your mouth and you oblige without a second to waist. Neytiri on the other hand has found a job in leaving dark purple marks along your shoulders and neck as she caresses the side of your hip and letting a hand wander to the front of your waist moving to cup your barely clothed breast in her hand. Both of their movements have you keening between them.

Soon Neytiri's hand is moving from your breast to the side of your neck dragging your face away from Jake's hungry mouth so she can get a taste for you herself. You welcome the change wholeheartedly. While Jake kisses to consume, Neytiri kisses to savor. Hand on your jaw as she takes her time enjoying your taste. And whiles she's busy exploring your mouth Jake takes the opportunity to explore other things. Kissing down the side of your neck that’s exposed, even sucking a few marks onto the parts of your chest are exposed, that is before seemingly growing fed up with the barrier or needed cloth pulling it down so that it sits right below your tits. Giving him full access to what he wanted he surges forward taking one of them into his mouth while he grips the other in his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pulls at the other gently with his teeth. The action has you whimpering into Neytir’s mouth and she swallows the sound with a pleased hum, not missing a beat.

After you’ve been deemed sufficiently marked Jake does what he’s been imagining since the first time he’d allowed himself to acknowledge his attraction to you. Dropping to his knees in front of, nose almost pressing a kiss right on your pelvic area before untying your tweng, bringing himself face to face with your glistening folds and taking a deep breath through his nose. Groaning at the scent of your arousal. It’s only once Jake lets out a groan of anticipation that Neytiri pulls away, hand on your jaw now guiding you to look down at her mate. 

“Look at him so eager to taste you Ma Tanhi, will you grant him the pleasure.” She says low in your ear while you gaze down into Jake's hungry eyes.

“You gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby, hmm?” His hands massage the sides of your thighs and don't doubt that he probably saw the way your walls fluttered at the sound of his voice.

“Please, Jake.” It a quiet whimper of a plea but it seems to be just what he needs to hear, inhaling your scent once more before licking a stripe up your slip, flatting out his tongue as it comes to rub over your clit and your knees almost buckle at the sensation. His large hands brace you by your hips and ass while Neytiri holds you against her by the waist effectively letting you melt at their touch without collapsing to the floor.

Jake's assault on your pussy might start off slow but it certainly doesn't stay that way, not when your hands find roots of his locks tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. No instead he focuses most of his attention to your clit dipping his tongue into you here and there. And soon you feel a finger tip prodding at your entrance, sliding in ever so easy with how wet you've grown plus his own saliva. The intrusion has you gasping and you can't help but think about all those nights you tried to replicate what you thought this would be like.

The job you’d done had nothing on the way it actually felt. Thin but long fingers able to reach that spongy spot within you with ease, messaging it as he sucks and flicks at your clit.

“More Jake, more, more.” Your moans are no longer quiet or meek as you grind against his finger and tongue all at once. He’s quick to grant your request, slowly but surely sliding in another finger which has you throwing your head back onto Neytriri’s shoulder. Neytrir who had been watching oh so silently, free hand come up to pinch and tease at one of your tits now found herself moving so that her lips just barely touched the shell of your ear. 

“Look at you taking Ma jake’s fingers so well, tell me how good it feels.” Her lips brush your lobe as she speaks and you can’t help the rapid nods that follow.

“So good, Jake’s tongue feels so good Tiri, so so good!” All comprehensible thought has left your mouth at this point and been replaced with repeated phrases of ‘so good’ ‘more’ ‘please’ . Your climax was growing closer by the second, you could feel it burning below your skin begging to see the light. And soon enough it did, Jake slipping in a third and final finger curling so perfectly inside of you as he pays attention to your swollen clit is what has you shuttering around him. Legs shaking and snapping rigid to hold him between them as you bucked your hips mindlessly against his face. Moans and whines of gibberish leave your lips as you ride out your high before slowly coming down. Releasing Jake’s head from between your thighs, chest heaving, eyes lidded as you watch him look up at you while licking his lips.

“You think you can take another for me babygirl?” The questing has you nodding numbly. There was no way you’d let this encounter over without having had his cock inside you or without having touched Neytiri the way you’d been dreaming of for ages.”Good girl, love. C’mon baby help me lay her back on the sand.” he instructs Neytiri and they do so easily. Once your back is touching the sand, they both remove their respective tewngs, before letting their lips meet and Neytiri hums at the taste of you still on Jake’s tongue.

“You’ve been good so far baby, why don’t you show us how good you can really be, yeah?” You're agreeing dumbly before you can even think to ask what he means, but something inside you registers it wouldn’t matter what either of them asked of you as long as they kept touching you. You don’t have time to think any harder about that, not when there’s a leg crossing over your face and your face to face with Neytiri’s core in seconds.

“Show me then.” It’s a demand the way it leaves her lips and it has you drooling over her. Neytiri’s hands gather your hair in her hands as she leans over you simply holding it in her hands as she braces herself on the sand. In the meantime you can feel Jake lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he lines himself up with your entrance, head sliding between your lips and prodding at your hole a bit.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” You answer his question with total certainty and immediately they're both moving. Neytiri settles herself on your mouth and Jake slowly sliding into your warmth. Your walls quiver at the intrusion, but you don't get much time to focus on that, not when Neytiri is tugging at your hair in anticipation. Leaving no time to lose you lap at her cunt, drinking up everything she has to offer and she gives it all so willingly. Rocking against your head, he clit rubs against the tip or your nose as you consume her so completely, tongue diving as deep as it can into her core and it leaves her panting and groaning above you.

“Ah Ma Tanhi, so good.” Her words only encourage and you, you push on devouring her to the best of you ability. It's when you finally get the hang of pleasure Neytiri that Jake decides you’ve had enough time to adjust. Having slipped in his whole length while you were occupied. Sliding out leaving on the tip inside before slamming back in and the roughness of the move has you gasping into Neytiri’s cunt, that move causing a moan  to rip through her. 

“Shit, feel so good baby, damnit.” Jake continues drilling into you at an unforgiving pace that has you sucking and moving so unpredictably against Neytiri's pussy she can’t help the way she continues to pull at your braids. “Gonna mold this pussy to my cock, never gonna want anyone but me, fuck.” Jake’s words are rushed and his breathing is ragged and it has you clenching so tightly around him that he’s seeing stars.

Jake knows he won’t be able to hold on for all that long if you keep this up and he wants, needs you to cum first. His thumb finds your clit with ease, rubbing in tight circles that have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and you feel another earth shattering orgasm nearing faster than ever. 

Neytiri though, she’s right on the edge and all it takes is a few more dips of your tongue into her hole and ruts of her clit against your nose and she’s unravelling above you, back arching so much it has you raising your hands to her waist to help hold her up as you continue to lick her dry. Letting her ride out her orgasm until she’s lifting herself up and off your face. Straddling your head and moving to sit on her ankles, placing your head in her lap. Giving you just the right amount of elevation to see the way your cunt swallows Jakes dick with every thrust. The sight alone is what has you cumming again.

“Oh eywa, Jake!” Are the only real words you get out before its incoherent rambles and moans. Your orgasm is what begins to set off jakes but he holds for as long as possible. Letting you ride yours out for as long as he can bare before pulling out. Stroking himself once, twice, before he's spilling onto your stomach with a groan of both or your names.

Your orgasms leave you gasping for air, but soon as you all recuperate you aid each other in redressing. Walking to your hut, sweet kisses pressed to your lips with promises of visits come morning.

You always did get what you wanted.

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[devieuls]

ˋ Let me Love you༄ ✾

Neteyam Sully x Na'vi Fem Reader < SERIES >

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Na'vi Reader.

SMUT: Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; fingering; Blood; Spit; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; betrayal; slut shaming; oral sex; dacryphilia; outdoorsex; jealousy BDSM.

ANGST: mention of suicide, toxic relationship, words inherent in death, sexual assault, self-harm, derealization, suffering, Requited / Unrequited love, prejudices, bullying and insults. and FLUFF. There will be flashbacks in this series

Aged characters: Neteyam 22 y.o / You 19 y.o.

Synopsis: In the darkest point of your life, swallowed by the abyss, you decide to put an end to your sufferings, seeking relief in the extreme act. Your life was an intricate dance between life and death, and when life decided to take leave and leave death alone in you, you got lost. And as if he had been sent by Eywa himself, a mysterious Na'vi, saves you from hitting bottom, sacrificing himself so you don’t give up. Becoming the light that shone in your darkness. He is the sun that faces your night, and you are the Moon, eternally distant from him.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you away, taking you to his village, a place of healing and hope where he will try to make you love life again, showing you the light you had long lost. Starting a journey of healing, to fight against your demons that tormented you relentlessly, to finally find happiness where you would never have bothered to find it.

Two fates crossed under the tacit protection of the Great Mother, to show that even two opposites can create something perfectly chaotic.

And what happens when night and day dance together, to the rhythm of the stars and waves of balance, eternal opposites that are inevitably attracted?

This is the story of how death falls in love with life; how the sun one day decided to save the moon and how darkness is not so dark if light can penetrate. But also a story of suffering and torment, where not everything is roses and flowers.

CHAPTER WARNING: Mention of suicide and slight violence.

Lenght : 7.6k

NA'VI WORDS: 'Ite: Daughter; 'Itan: Son; Tanhì: bioluminescent freckles; Txepvi: spark; Tspìngs: The austrapede; Uk: shadow

Tspangoe: I invented this, it means "Suicidal". It comes from "Tspang": Kill and "Oe": I/Me. I couldn’t find a word that came close, so I made it up; Olo'couple: The couple formed by Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk/Tsakarem ("Olo'" in Na'vi means "Clan").

TW: THE SERIES WILL BE FULL OF DELICATE TOPICS!

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Chapter III: On again, Off again

Within minutes, that woman had managed to ruin the little thread that Neteyam had managed to wrap around you, to get you close to him. And now he seemed to have returned to the starting point, making him frustrated and angry with his companion who had been petty and disrespectful.

The days spent in the heart of Pandora, were frustrating and futile for your person who still harbored so much pent-up anger and disgust for the situation from which you could not get out.

The village of the Omatikaya clan stood as a living work of art, enveloped by the unparalleled beauty of the forest, but despite that you could not accept the people who lived there. You thought it was annoying, too joyful and quiet, in contrast to the deafening noises and voices you heard screaming and scratching your eardrums with an exasperating constant.

You felt like a stranger in your own world, a world you couldn’t understand, and couldn’t understand you. Surrounded by "familiar" faces that you could no longer recognize as a source of security, becoming your nightmare.

The village, with its bright colors and the vibrant sounds of flora and fauna, seemed to be a place made especially to open the doors of joy and harmony. And yet, for you, every glimpse of beauty that opened before your eyes seemed dark and dead, and when it wasn’t, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted and bitter.

The wounds were still fresh and burned with a deaf pain that constantly reminded you of your failure, < the nth > you thought. You had hoped that falling from that waterfall, the rushing waters would take away your suffering and wash away the emptiness that devoured you day after day since your skin had tasted that sour wind of 'freedom'. But fate, or maybe a divine whim of the Great Mother, had caused someone like Neteyam, stood between you and your desire to escape that agonizing hell called…life, making you again a victim of your own story.

And so, day after day, spent in that village, it was like an eternal dark night. It seemed to be the apotheosis of freedom and happiness that you put in your head when you decided to end it. So much so that you had retreated into self-destructive loneliness, hiding from the curious and compassionate looks of the clan, who knew you by the label of "Tspangoe" that their Tsakarem had attached to you. Their cheerful and carefree laughter, just like their joy, resounded in your ears like a cruel mockery, for every note of tranquility and harmony seemed to emphasize your sense of alienation.

On sleepless nights, the thunder of the waterfall echoed in your mind, a constant dreary melody that created noise in your memories. Your wounds kept burning, and time seemed to have no power over them. And because of that, it was only in the evening that you dared to venture out of the Tsahìk's marui, trying to silence that noise. When the shadows fell on the forest that welcomed the natural bioluminescence, and wrapped the village in a protective mantle where the Na'vi could go to silence and sleep. The darkness, your only friend, offered you a kind of shelter, a veil of anonymity behind which you could hide your fragility. Your pace was slow and unstable, as if every step was almost an unbearable fatigue or a walk on the burning embers, in a constant state of tension and agitation. No Ikran song or flower that you once loved could cheer your heart too heavy, and the spiritual bond with Eywa seemed an enormous unbridgeable distance.

You found peace, albeit for a very short time, in admiring the small similarities between your old clan and where you were. You admired the delicate weaves of the maruis, carefully woven by the skilful Omatikaya hands, which reflected the bioluminescent light of the flora, allowing you to rest your fragmented soul.

You walked on tiptoe, while your fingers gently touched the tissues of the houses, passing them to enter the night forest that almost seemed to call you. You felt like a poisoned flower that withered everything as you passed through the lush Omatikayan garden, unable to catch the light of that idyllic gloom. The wild forest could welcome a poisonous flower like you, understand it and grow it much more than the pure flowers of a clan not yours could do.

In the forest the voices in your head had shut down, giving you a break that let you breathe for relief. The lights of nature created like a path that took you almost unconsciously, while the rustle of leaves was the only noise, along with the sound of crickets and the breaths of animals, that guided you. You found yourself after an hour in front of the same waterfall that should have put a point in your life, and instead "it" preferred to give you a semicolon to start from.

You sat on the ground, far from the edge this time, crossing your legs, carrying them to your chest while your thoughts seemed to follow the flow of water. You wanted to cry, and you were, but no tears, in a silent, deafening noise that seemed to be pounding in your chest.

You looked at the dark horizon, dusted with stars dying to give life to others, while the great planet above you almost seemed to look at you with its eye, as if the Great Mother was looking at you that way.

"Go away." you whispered, noticing the presence behind you that seemed to hide from you. You knew exactly who it was, and you resented the idea of being monitored like a baby.

The shadow sighed before sitting beside you in silence, its scent crashing against your nostrils as the waves do against a cliff in full torment.

"You always say that, but I know you don’t want to be alone" the beads of his braids collided, creating a clink that frightened your thoughts, causing them to hide in your mind.

"Sure. 'Cause you know what I want. As always" you hissed with a tone too much acid, while the warm hand of Neteyam approached your face and carried some braids behind your ear, looking at you with sweet look.

"Sometimes. Your silence speaks more than you can think" he admitted as you hit his hand as you do with an annoying insect, making him smile.

"You’re annoying. You Omatikaya don’t sleep at this hour?" You snorted while you were rolling your eyes, not looking at him at all, just wanting him to leave.

"Yes, and that’s something you should have done. But since you are in the mood for long walks, I gladly accompany you" His voice was warm and comforting as he leaned against his elbows behind him, taking a long breath.

"I didn’t ask you." You spit with resentment as you took a long breath just like him, savoring the smell of the forest mixed with that sweet Neteyam, which seemed almost made of the same substance.

"But you didn’t forbid it." You turned to him, sighing, looking at him badly as he smiled softly, making you look down. You couldn’t watch him sour if he smiled at you so lovingly.

"Annoying." He laughed at your answer, happy that I had not answered him with insults or curses as you had done in the days before, where he tried to animate you or take you out of the marui.

"You know, I’m glad you’re out. A little less happy in the place where you decided to spend time, but still happy that you finally approach the world. is a big step" He encouraged you, as yet another puff came out of your lips, almost annoyed that he was interrupting that moment of silence.

"I will not throw myself off the cliff, don’t worry. Stubborn as you are you would go to recover me again." Your eyes were fixed on the ground before you, sad not to see the jewels you had stripped of, your only memory of the clan to which you belonged. You didn’t let Neteyam notice your eyes leaning down while you thought about it.

"I know, but it’s nice to have confirmation…" Neteyam paused, taking a short break where he seemed to be looking for words with which to continue the conversation.

At that moment a gust of wind hit your shoulders, bringing your braids to your face as you turned to understand where the wind came from. In front of you now was a majestic Ikran, with the wingspan totally flat as it seemed to land gracefully on the ground.

"Don’t look him in the eye, he’s… touchy," Neteyam advised as he stood up and approached the Banshee, stroking his chin and then his neck, as if to calm him down. You looked at him intrigued, his skin was emerald green, reflecting the light in a natural way, with yellow stripes and brown spots.

"'He'? Your Ikran?" you whispered as you stood up and approached to better observe the Banshee. In your clan it was not the custom to tame Ikran, so this was the first time you saw such a pure spirit so close to Eywa, being fascinated by it.

"Yeah, my Ikran. Uk, he’s a good boy, just a lil touchy." His voice sounded joyful as he spoke of his spiritual brother, caressing him with affection and care. You nod, keeping the distance between him and his Banshee, studying the animal.

You wouldn’t have touched it, the little respect you had left for religion and tradition Na'vi, denied yourself to dirty the skin of an animal sacred to Eywa. So you stayed on yours until Neteyam approached you from behind and took your hand, resting it on Uk’s cold skin, making you shudder. Your eyes quickly snapped on those of Neteyam, who kindly accompanied the movements of your hand, remaining behind you. You opened your mouth to talk and he shut you up.

"I told you. Your silence speaks, and so do your eyes. It’s probably the first time you’ve seen an Ikran so close, right?" Your eyes slightly turned away from the boy’s amber ones

"How y-" the words died in your mouth, as the warm air of Neteyam’s voice collided with your shoulder as he responded.

"Your eyes. They shone for a moment, they were golden and alive. They opened almost without you noticing, so I thought it was the first time"

You didn’t answer, and he understood. The tips of your fingers hesitated to continue contact with the soft but rough and resistant skin of the Banshee. Your eyes began to shine again as you felt almost washed by that mud that covered you, as if you were not soiling Uk, but that he was purifying you. As if the Great Mother was cleaning your hands gently

The warmth that emanated from the animal’s body enveloped you like a comforting blanket, making you feel safe and protected. Through your hand you felt like a deep connection with the Great Mother who was in all Pandora’s beings. Neteyam’s hand moved slightly on yours, silently encouraging you to further explore the skin of his Ikran.

Every curve, muscle, dip, and scars seemed to tell his story before and with Neteyam. You were amazed, although a whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed you: fear, admiration and peace merged together in a whirlwind of pleasant sensations that you have not felt for a long time. You ventured slowly towards the neck of the Ikran, where the skin seemed smoother and more delicate. When your fingers slipped on the surface, Uk closed his eyes and emitted a buzz of satisfaction, welcoming your delicate touch, leaning on it. Neteyam took a step back as he looked at you with a sweet smile, allowing you this moment.

The moment seemed to last an eternity, yet time seemed to fly away too much in slice. You felt connected somehow to the banshee, remembering your touch on your now deceased spiritual sister. You could feel it against your touch as you closed your eyes, leaning your head against its, and remembered. With a sigh of tacit gratitude, you turned to Neteyam, your eyes crossed in a silent understanding, as if you both shared a part of yourselves.

It was at that moment that Neteyam, approached with silent step. He saw the expression of pain and sadness on your face and understood the anguish that was gripping you. Without saying a word, he took your wrist gently but firmly, guiding you to his chest.

You found yourself squeezed against Neteyam’s warm chest, feeling his heartbeat in perfect sync with yours. Initially, you felt a slight resistance, but his reassuring presence enveloped you, allowing you to let go. His free hand wrapped itself behind your head, letting you vent and free from everything you held inside. Slowly, your tears began to flow hot against his chest, and a choked sob echoed into the night air. Neteyam placed your hand on his back, allowing you to hook yourself to something, while he wrapped you in a warm embrace, absorbing your pain as he cradled you.

"Shhh… You don’t always have to keep everything inside. I told you, I’ll be a partner to cry on if need be. I know you want to show yourself strong in this world that… I don’t know what it did to make you this way. But I’ll be there. To take offense from you or to welcome you into my arms if you need to vent. Give yourself a break from all this, txepvi." His voice, soft as the wind, whispered in your hair, encouraging you to let go of everything you had held for too long.

You clung to his back, fingers squeezing and scratching his soft skin as you indulged in your emotions. It took so little to make you overflow, not being able to bear to hold that boulder on your heart that hurt you. The pressure you had held for years was finally released, and as you wept on his chest, you felt light, as if a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders

In the meantime, the Banshee slowly approached, brushing your naked back with his snout. It almost seemed to console you too, with an extraordinary empathy and a sense of silent understanding, as if the Great Mother wanted to participate and make you understand that you were not alone. Your tears continued to flow incessantly until you felt exhausted but also finally freer. You were finally given permission to deal with the pain and grief and emptiness that they left inside you.

You trembled in Neteyam’s strong arms as you slowly pulled yourself off with your head down, still feeling the warm and reassuring presence of his arms around you. You turned, trying to hide your fragility, rubbing the palms of your hands on your eyes, trying to erase the tears from your face. Your breath was still heavy, but you tried to regain your composure, looking up before taking a deep breath, turning again. Neteyam’s eyes were sweet and patient, understanding your gestures. You didn’t want to be weak, you didn’t want to show yourself so vulnerable.

With a thoughtful gesture, he gently stroked your face, removing the last traces of your tears, slightly lowering his gaze from your eyes, not wanting to make you feel weak.

"You don’t have to hide anything, y/n" his quiet voice. "Your emotions are precious, and I respect them deeply. It’s good to get rid of your weight"

You looked down, still feeling fragile but also grateful for his empathy.

"It’s just… I’m not used to… this." you barely admitted, gritting your teeth.

"I want you to know that you don’t have to face it alone." He looked for your gaze as his fingertips approached your elbow. He found support on your skin, glad you weren’t moving away from him.

"Your clan hates me, I will face it alone, and then I will leave," your voice turned bitter, your eyes dark again.

"You are not alone. You have me, and the village does not hate you… It does not know you. Let me help you, at least this time" He put two fingers under your chin, gently lifting it. "I’m not letting you go this time"

His words were comforting just like his eyes, and a sense of security and trust filled you. You sighed as your eyes softened again, failing to hide your emotions, not afraid to share them with the man before you. He smiled, nodding after understanding your gaze. He took your hand and kissed the back, making a small, almost princely bow.

"Thank you." He whispered as he pulled himself together and gave you a sweet smile, accompanying you to Uk. "Have you ever seen Pandora from above?" You looked at him not immediately understanding.

"Not… I have never ridden an Ikran. I have always seen this land from below. Why" Neteyam took you from your hips and approached you to his Ikran.

"I’ll take you up close to see the stars. Maybe we can take some of them and make you shine those amber pools again" He laughed as you snapped, and he was already pushing you up, making you cling to the saddle of the Ikran that moved, making you scream slightly. "This is new to me. You yelling was something I didn’t expect to hear"

You manage to mount the Ikran.

"Ma Eywa, you won’t let me go alone? and if it leaves? Neteyam! I swear to you, if I-" He laughed again, noting with pleasure your fear. It was a good thing that you were rediscovering fear, because until a few days ago you had thrown yourself without problems from a waterfall.

"I keep you. Uk is a good Ikran, I promise." He said as he found a place behind you, making you cling to the Banshee’s antennas while he connected the queue to Uk. One arm was tied around your waist, while one hand was resting on one of the antennae.

"No! Neteyam. Really-" You started, quite frightened, feeling the adrenaline flowing in you. You haven’t felt fear in a long time, and this was the first time he hit you so brazenly hard.

"Mawei, Uk. We have a scared co-pilot with us," he said teasing you, as you hit his thigh before screaming cursing when Uk fell off the cliff

"Neteyam!" You yelled again, because of the scaring and he leaned his head on your nape, holding back laughter.

The adrenaline rushed through your body as the ground disappeared beneath them. In free fall, with the wind whistling through your hair and your ears rustling. You grabbed the banshee’s antennas more firmly as you hoped that Neteyam’s hold was strong enough not to drop you. Your heart was pounding in your ears as everything seemed to be speeding in front of your eyes. It was as if the whole world was opening under you. You closed your eyes ready for impact with the earth, but Uk changed direction, opening his wings majestically, going up to the sky. A little cry of melted from your mouth, while you kept your eyes still closed.

"Y/n… Open your eyes." He whispered in your ear, gently hitting your side. You opened your eyes and found yourself surrounded by the vastness of the sky around you. "Forgive Uk, he loves to get adrenaline before taking off the flight, I forgot to tell you" his voice was playful, but he smiled while enjoying your reaction. He slightly moved the antenna and the Ikran tacked gracefully, starting to glide through the clouds.

"Woah…" you whispered, starting to relax a bit, letting yourself be carried away by the enchantment of the flight.

The mountains, the rivers, the waterfalls and the forest all flowed beneath you. Your eyes were amazed at what you were admiring. Pandora from above was charming seen from above, the beauty that you had so denied to see, now appeared before your eyes.

"Breathtaking, isn’t it?" he said as he felt your body relax.

The forest stretched in a green expanse, dotted here and there with sparkling bodies of water, and bioluminescence helped to find the idyllic panorama. Your heart was now beating with emotion, lifting your head and seeing the stars almost closer, you caressed the low clouds and turned to Neteyam.

"And you live this every day?" He smiled nodding, he would have given anything to see you smile and almost damned himself for putting you in front of him, depriving himself of that moment that he could see again who knows when.

"Every time I’m with Uk. And I’ll never get tired of this sight" you smiled slightly as you looked around. The forest looked like a miniature painting of something near paradise. Now you could give a figurative image to the word 'peace'.

The night breeze that collided between your braids, the clouds that broke at the touch of the Ikran and Pandora that seemed to breathe at night thanks to the games of light bioluminescent. The night carols and the hand of Neteyam who didn’t seem to let you go by accident. His scent wrapped you stronger than his arm could make and the warm skin of his chest against your skin. This was the closest you could hope for.

As Neteyam looked at you from behind, smiling as he saw you looser and almost happy? honored to have been the first to give you this experience. He would have wanted to talk, add something, but the moment was so fragile and perfect that he would not have added words. Limited himself to holding you in his arms a little longer, taking care of the hidden inner-child that was in you.

When you finally decided to return to the mainland, the Ikran made a soft and safe landing in the forest near Omatikaya village. Neteyam came down first, and then offered his hand to bring you down. You slipped, not taking the side of the saddle because of a sudden movement of Uk. You found yourself falling into the strong arms of Neteyam that caught you, even though he went out of balance and you both fell to the ground. Your breast was pressed against Neteyam’s chest as your noses grazed, just like your mouths.

You remained in that position until you blushed slightly, getting up from the ground, settling the loincloth, while Neteyam did the same, dusting away the earth on his body and loinclot, before passing a hand between the braids.

Uk looked you to the side, before snapping his head and shaking his wings taking flight and returning to the forest to go to rest. Neteyam contracted his jaw, knowing that because of the spiritual bond, Uk could feel his feelings slightly and act accordingly. Linking your fall to his movement.

"Umh… well" you began, stepping back for no reason. "I…" you said together, only to have the precedence ceded by Neteyam with a wave of the hand.

"Thank you… It was…incredible" you whispered. You didn’t understand why you found yourself so clumsy, carrying some braids behind your ear, breathing deeply.

"You are very welcome. I did it w-with pleasure… umh-" he approached, but you stepped back gently before pointing your thumb at the village behind you.

"It’s… It's late. I have to go back to the marui and you to the marui with… Tsu'Län" You turned your head, ready to leave, glad you hadn’t stuttered or seemed touched by the situation.

"We have separated marui" he replied almost instinctively and promptly, and then reassembled and cleared his throat. "B-But, yes… it’s late. You should rest, you’re still recovering"

"Actually, I’m feeling better. Tsahìk said so" Neteyam’s eyes lit up at the news, his tail almost wagging, before being caught and stopped by his hand

"Good. I-It’s good that you’re okay, I mean, it’s cool. No." he started, starting to fit words by words into the sentence. "That is. Yes. Go rest." Neteyam took two fingers to his temples, massaging them, trying to pull himself together.

"Good night Neteyam" you turned, hiding a smile for his behaviour, as you walked towards the Tsahìk marui, weighed down by the steps, still slightly sore.

"Goodnight… Goodnight Y/n!" he yelled softly before turning down the tone and watching you leave.

Returning to the village you felt different from when you left. You could feel a sense of lightness and tranquility in your mind, almost happy to have spent time with Neteyam alone. You appreciated his character more when no Na'vi surrounded you, you were more spontaneous away from everyone.

A light breeze caressed the marui, as you went back into the tent and laid on the soft carpet, while the tips of your fingers caressed the soft texture. Your heart was still beating inexplicably strong for the emotion you felt during the evening spent with Neteyam, but now, in the tranquility of your solitude. You could indulge in a real smile and a slight laugh that you had not heard for a long time.

As you turn around on the carpet, looking for a comfortable position, the fresh memories of Neteyam’s laughter and smiles, his touch on your skin, the flight through the starry sky and that moment of shared fragility, all danced in your mind, keeping away the thoughts and voices that tormented you, as if it were a play of lights and shadows. You found comfortable position to sleep where you could look at the village outside the entrance of the tent, finding the clan, first gray and tasteless, now slightly more colorful and cozy thanks to the presence of Neteyam. Your eyes closed slowly, while your heart was still at the mercy of those feelings. Sleep quickly enveloped you, the negative thoughts that had so tormented your mind seemed to slip away for a moment, in silence, leaving room for soft dreams for once.

The sound of the forest, with its birdsong and nature noises, seemed more intense and contradictory that morning, despite not finding it as annoying as other times. You could hear the whisper of the leaves of the trees, almost as if nature was watching you carefully, trying to understand your role in this context. You opened your eyes, feeling watched, and found not far from you a na'vi that you had never seen. She had two small braids on the sides of her face and short straight hair, unusual eyebrows and you immediately noticed the presence of an extra finger by the hand, because of her playing with some fruit in a basket. She observed you in silence, studying you with interest, but her presence was almost white, quiet. As if her person were pure positive energy

You sat on the carpet, sighing as you passed a hand through the now-defunct braids, watching the girl, waiting for her to speak first.

"I see now why Tsu'Län doesn’t like you," she said, amused, her voice calm and gentle as Neteyam’s. Your nose pinched because of her words

"If you’re friends with that Skxawng, you can walk away," you huffed as you looked badly at her, thinning your eyes.

"Friend? Of that Tsakarem who doesn’t even know where Eywa lives? I feel offended" the na'vi laughed as your eyes slightly softened. "I said. She doesn’t like you because you’re obviously prettier than her. She’s always jealous of the other women who hang out with my brother."

"Your brother?" You raised an eyebrow while still looking skeptical to her.

"Mhmh, Neteyam. Is a tall dude, lots of muscles, future Olo'eyktan, a bit annoying, stupid but nice… sometimes. Especially intrusive… in the bad sense of the word, I’m not kidding. You know, right?" her voice was playful, yet sympathetic. You let your guard down, finding her almost sweet, someone who wouldn’t hurt you, not for the vibes she gave you.

"I know" you suppressed a small smile, turning your face to the side, hoping to seem indifferent.

"He sent me here and said we’d make friends. I’m probably one of the few not to listen to the rumors that Tsu'Län makes up… like you’re a tspangoe and blah blahblah, the usual bullshit she makes up" She said as she took a basket with some fruits she had picked up for you, laying them on the ground, near you.

You looked down before clenching your jaw. "I am." You admitted bitterly.

Kiri remained silent for a second and you thought that she would definitely leave without speaking to you, as any Na'vi from the village would have done, but she approached and handed you a yovo fruit.

"Here, this is my favorite fruit, Neteyam's too. These are his but he told me to bring them to you" you looked at her and didn’t see why she kept being nice to you. She put the fruit in your hand, and then leaned against the curtain wall next to you. "I don’t really care if you are. Neteyam cares about you, and if he cares about you, it’s because you’re a good person. Then so will I. Tspangoe or not. Who are we to judge you? The Great Mother should be the only one to do it, and if she kept you here, it is because you are simply na'vi like me and like all of them" she smiled before taking a fruit herself and eating next to you.

Outside the tent, Omatikaya village was already in full swing. The cheerful and familiar voices of the clan members were clearly heard. The rustle of the leaves, the movement of the Na'vi among the houses suspended among the trees, and their exchanges of greetings seemed to wrap you, but at the same time, you felt excluded from that social fabric.

"Anyway, I’m Kiri" she said when she noticed your gaze pointing out of the tent, watching the Na'vi coming and going outside. You turned your face towards her and nodded slightly. She held her fingers to her forehead and greeted you with a sweet smile, you counter the gesture later.

"Y/n" you answered before you took a bite of the Yovo fruit and sat down. Your gaze returned to the entrance of the door, hoping to see Neteyam like every morning since he had saved you and dragged you into his clan.

"Do you like my brother?" she asked casually, realizing that I was waiting for someone, logically, she doubted that you were waiting for Mo'at, so the only option was her brother.

"Wait. What?! No." you answered automatically, turning to her, almost disgusted with the question.

She laughed at your reaction and then nodded, noticing the slight redness on your cheeks. "Got it. It’s not that bad if you like him. Yeah, it’s kind of boring and repetitive and heavy and all, but he’s not that bad. So if-"

"He has a mate." You answered dryly, continuing to eat, trying to remain indifferent

"A companion" she corrected you. "who hasn’t made him feel anything for a long time now" Kiri admitted shrugging, drawing your attention. She smiled slightly as you looked at her, strangely interested, perhaps too interested. "Let’s say she’s very heavy with him. You’ve seen him, they’re not a functional couple"

"It’s your Tsakarem," your eyes collided with the girl’s amber eyes, leaning your head to the side as you watched. As much as you disliked the woman beside Neteyam, she was still a respected figure in the clans.

"No, it is the Tsakarem of Omatikaya, but everyone knows that she's not suitable. Mo'at is the most aware of all and my mother, the current Tsakarem, is also sure of it"

You swallow slightly, then shrug and eat again, hoping to seem indifferent to the dynamics between Neteyam and his partner. So why did those words seem to strike you in the mind to make an impression? You sighed slightly and Kiri watched you for a few moments. She suspected that her brother had some sort of "something" on you, both by the way he defended you to the sword but also by how he skipped training and commitments to go to the tent where you were to bring you food or just make you company disturb you.

Since you arrived, he was a little more radiant than usual, albeit more stressed out because of Tsu'Län’s jealous and rather toxic behavior. Kiri liked that you brought a little lightness to Neteyam’s life, in your own little way, so she liked you even before she met you.

"If she were not worthy, she would not be your Tsakarem. If the Tsahìk and the actual Tsakarem would not have allowed her to continue. Being Tsakarem is not something that everyone can do, it is not like the Olo'eyktan." your voice resonated with interest, and Kiri didn’t point it out, appreciating your spontaneity.

"Tsu'Län just happened to be in the right place at the right time. She’s everything a Tsakarem shouldn’t be, you know. Starting from the principle of spreading rumors of true or false things about a newly arrived person, just out of jealousy. The clan only hails her for her lineage and her appearance as a good future leader. Neteyam only tolerates it for forces of things, and you can tell. But you don’t care, so we’ll change the subject, yes?" She smiled and you looked at her bitterly. You wanted to hear more, what was wrong with Neteyam and his partner. But you knew you couldn’t afford to fall for someone you’d leave behind in the near future.

You nodded silently and then watched her get up and extend her hand to you.

"I bring you to know the village and my siblings. They’re curious to meet you too. I’m sure you’ll get along with Lo'ak, he’s a guy… well. You might like him if you don’t mind the weird stuff."

Before you could even think to answer, Kiri already had your wrist wrapped around her hand, walking and taking you out. Your heart started pounding in your chest as you came out of the Tsahik’s marui, feeling awkward and almost vulnerable as you stepped on the ground in daylight. The days spent in the marui had kept you away from the looks and judgments of the villagers, and you were almost happy in your small, not facing the problem. You accepted that they would call you "Tspangoe" behind your back, but now that you were facing them, exposed to the light of day and their curious but wary looks, you felt more fragile than you would have thought.

You kept your eyes high and fixed on Kiri’s back as you followed her as the na'vi almost seemed to move away from you, as if you were something dangerous and poisonous to watch out for, a palulukan that had infiltrated a place it didn’t belong.

As you were dragged through the village, you noticed that many avoided your gaze or lowered it in disgust and disapproval. Others exchanged looks almost of pity, while you just wanted to be a passing shadow.

You heard a little na'vi asking her mother "Sa'nu, 'upe Tspangoe ral?" (-Mother what does 'Tspangoe' means?-) before being taken away and silenced, you clenched your teeth, ignoring. The words of the people resounded in your ears, hitting you like arrows thrown at the sky, trying to stay strong and walk.

Pandora’s sun made its warm presence felt on your skin when you heard a soft laugh that your mind had archived all too well. The rays filtered the green of the leaves, some of which were blown away by the wind, causing you to stay still for a few seconds. Even though he had his back, you recognized his braids and the feathers behind his ears and some beads, the back that you had scratched the night before, his cummerbund and the armband, even if it was his laughter that was more recognizable.

Kiri pulled your wrist slightly, starting the time again, while the figure of Neteyam was away and Kiri smiled warmly before returning you to walk, without ever leaving the grip on you, almost comforting you from the sour looks of his clan. You clung to his smile and the scent of Neteyam to close yourself to seeing the village beyond the people.

The maruis stood majestically around you, made of the same coriaceous material that you saw at night, but that by day seemed to be protagonists that blended more with the flamboyant nature. Neutral colors blended perfectly with nature, as your gaze fell to the totems in the center of the village, where the interwoven decorative elements seemed to tell ancient stories and a deep connection between Eywa'eveng and the clan.

The village seemed to return to their duties and the sound they created seemed a natural symphony of a flute: the melodious song of the birds, the wind blowing through the leaves, the slight rustle of the flowers that hatch while the laughter of children and the voices of adults almost seemed pleasant to you.

After spending time exploring the village with Kiri and almost getting used to the atmosphere of the clan, she led you to the marui where she lived with her family. As you approached, you could recognize that it was the marui of the Olo'eyktan because of its majestic grandeur and how it seemed to stand out more under the golden rays of the morning. You could feel something like nervousness at the thought of meeting Toruk Makto and his family.

Kiri gently pushed the curtain into place, inviting you to enter with gentle eyes. The interior of the marui was cozy and carefully decorated, with some natural and tribal objects. There was a sense of warmth wrapped around your skin, and you felt almost less tense.

Your gaze was immediately captured by a young girl, who had no more than twelve years for the appearance. Big golden eyes shining like dew drops at dawn, a warm and almost shy smile as he approached curiously.

"Tuk, she’s…" Kiri began, before being stopped by the girl’s sparkling voice.

"The newcomer, right?" she asked, looking softly, as she held a hand to her forehead and addressed it to you as a greeting. You were almost surprised, for you did not expect such a greeting. "I am Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri'ite, the youngest daughter of the Sullys, it is a pleasure to meet you…" she waited for your answer.

"Y/n" you returned the greeting and she smiled again as she looked at you, peering at your clothes that looked now old and off.

Tuk was dressed as the worthy daughter of an Olo'eyktan and a Tsakarem. The braided top was reminiscent of the roots of a tree, while some yellowish feathers were set between the various threads, covering the breast, while the fabric had some beads of conjunction that seemed almost mixed with her tanhì. The loincloth was made in the same way as the top, only with a more intertwined shape to allow greater coverage, shorter on the sides and longer in the center, climbing thanks to the skilful weaves. In her hair she had the same feathers used in her clothes.

She noticed your look and smiled at you again. "I’m one of the weavers of the clan. If you like, I’d like to make some new clothes for you. I’m sure you’d fit in better with our clan, starting to wear clothes like mine or Kiri’s" she kindly offered and you nodded.

"I would love to, thank you," before you could finish the sentence, you suddenly felt pushed forward by something, almost unbalanced yourself. When you turned to face the person who came at you, you noticed the annoyed face of a tall Na'vi, it was different from the na'vi you had always seen. He looked like Kiri in some ways, both in his thick eyebrows and the fifth finger you noticed when he nervously passed his hands on his face.

"Damn it, Kiri! you can get out of the fucking way…" He started growling annoyed, before to lose his words when he noticed you.

You loomed the highest Na'vi, expecting an apology as you stood up and dusted your shoulder, puffing. "I’m… I'm sorry, I-I thought..." His eyes lingered over your figure for a few seconds, before lowering slightly his gaze, embarrassed by the situation.

"Lo'ak, since when do you think? This is new in the family" Kiri teased him, being supported by Tuk’s laughter, while the guy in front of you growled slightly, ignoring the sisters.

"I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister" you rolled your eyes, sighing at his words. "I’m Lo'ak" he also greeted you as usual, bending over as he offered his greetings. You return the greeting after a few seconds where you were deciding whether to do it or not, and then introduce yourself.

"Is Lo'ak blushing?" Tuk whispered to Kiri, not whispering too much. The older sister laughed slightly, looking at Lo'ak’s cheeks

"He’s definitely blushing" She teased him, before she was struck by the look of Lo'ak, who passed a hand between the braids before turning and walking towards the sisters.

"Ma Eywa, you're like two Tspìngs before their first cycle" he growled before overcoming them and being stopped by a tall woman, albeit slightly lower than Lo'ak.

She had long black braids, small and narrow, decorated with cerulean and green beads, had behind her ear feathers similar to those of Neteyam, and around her neck a choker necklace made of small feathers and beads woven with skill, so much so that it seemed to merge with her skin. The top resembled that of Tuk, although the weaves were much wider and more geometric, with some feathers; while the loincloth wrapped her hips and fell with an almost precious fabric to the eye. Her eyes seemed tired but definitely loving as she looked at Lo'ak and kept her hands on his shoulders.

"Ma'itan, apologize to your sisters." The warm and understanding voice made its way in the short silence.

You were almost amazed that that woman was their mother. Lo'ak opened his mouth as if to fight back but after a look, he sighed and apologized to both Tuk and Kiri, before leaving, giving you a last look. The mother smiled as she watched the boy come out and puff, happy that despite everything, he had satisfied her request.

Her eyes moved from her son to you, her presence was as strong as her amber gaze that peered at you in silence. Her gait was nothing short of regal as she approached with the grace typical of a warrior, her sure and light footsteps. It almost seemed that with that look she was reading your soul, accustomed to doing so because of the role she held in the clan. Reading between the lines expressions and movements, understanding them. You restrain the breath when his hand was placed under your chin, raising your face to look into your eyes, and a short moment of silence wrapped the marui, leaving in silence also the two daughters.

Neytiri didn’t judge you precipitously, not even when they heard you named "The Tspangoe". She was aware of the rumors and prejudices about you, and she knew you knew. In those moments as she looked into your eyes, she tried to perceive the emotions within you, capturing the character of your soul. And in that now extinguished pool, she could understand that a great pain fed on you, the same that fed on her when she lost her father, the Ikran and her sister, only darker and deeper. Your well was the increased reflection of what she was.

Neytiri’s past experiences had made her tolerant and compassionate, able to welcome even those who seemed on a point of no return, understanding their pain, trying to guide them towards serenity. This was the role of a wise Tsakarem. But you felt studied, still at fault and almost frightened by her figure.

Then, with a kind but firm smile, he stood before you. Tsakarem cupped her hands under her face, beginning to speak in a warm, reassuring voice.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma 'ite" You felt a bite in your throat for what she called you. For a few seconds you saw in that woman your mother, unconsciously leaning to her warm touch. "I am Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite, the present Tsakarem of this clan. Neteyam told me a lot about you, I’m glad to see you standing, ma 'ite" her smile warmed your heart, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, almost feeling guilty for thinking that all the people of this clan were disgusting and annoying.

"O-Oel ngati kameie" you replied voiceless in a sweet tone, as Neytiri let go of your face, and you let out a sigh. Her hands were as soft and warm as your mother’s and her enveloping and familiar presence.

"Welcome to our clan, I hope you’ll find your place here" you looked around, expecting to find the Olo'eyktan of the clan, without even seeing the shadow. Neytiri noticed your lost look. "Are you looking for Neteyam? He’s-" you stopped her before she could finish the sentence.

"No!" your voice sounds strangely ringing, and you clear your throat. "Actually, I thought…" Neytiri nodded, realizing who you were hinting at.

"Olo'eyktan is not here now, you will meet him later. He too has heard a lot about you"

You nodded and looked down. You knew that in the Olo'couple there was the strong and the most accommodating part, and if Neytiri was the sweet part, surely the Toruk Makto would have been a bitter bite to digest.

His story was known in all the clans, his figure was something legendary and very present in all songs.

You knew he was a strong leader, a man who most of all had earned his place among the people, someone strong and determined. Your clan admired him and that was why the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk were more than happy to be their allies, knowing that they would be protected by the great and strong wings of Toruk and the Olo'eyktan that had managed to tame him. You were nervous to face him, because you knew that such a figure would never accept a Tspangoe, not when his ideals were so strong and known.

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Notes:

Terribly late, but I made the chapter longer than usual, so appreciate. Finally some nice things for Y/N.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I loved writing it, also because I also left some "easter Eggs" to let you understand some things of the story. I’m going to leave a lot of them in the show, because I don’t enjoy making things clear, it’s too easy and not very funny.

Anyway, have a good day, ma Syulang &lt;3

- Mel

TAGLIST: @riatesullironalite @shadowmoonlight0604 @neteyamtanhi @vanitaslvr

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[starjane312]

Spider x Oc

Big Masterlist

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Chapter 8

Ly: Okay let's go. We’re Oscar Mike. Come on.

We still stand on the Edge.

Ly: Come on, let's go.

Just then we hear the Ikran and Quarritch is cheering. The others start too.

I watch anxiously as Mom gets hers. She is good but it still makes me Nervous. I smile as she appears out of the Clouds. I look at spider.

J: Is it bad that I’m happy and Proud ?

S: No.

He lays his arm around my Waist

S: You two got closer. You may not want to admit it but she is in a way your mother.

J: I know she is. 

A few weeks later we are Flying over the Mountains. Me and Mom got closer. A Lot closer. I even call her Mom at this Point. I sit in front of her on her Ikran. Moon flying next to us.

Z: She won’t leave huh ?

J: No. What did you name your Ikran ?

Z: Uuuh Star.

I smile. And nod. 

J: Star.

Z: Zar ?

I laugh and shake my Head. 

J: No Star.

Z: Star. 

J: Yes.

Ly: Boss long-range Patrol picked up a radar hit. A rogue gunship.

Q: Where ?

Ly: Eastern Sea. Four hundred klicks north. 

Q: Hang on.

Mom flys behind Quarritch back to the Base. We go into the control room and look at a Hologram. Spiders hand never leaves mine. 

Q: The signal was intermittent and they lost it over open water but if you project the Track it hits this Island group. 

GA: That’s hundreds of Islands. ThatS’ a Big search Box with lots of Villages.

Q: This is our Guy. You give me ships and Aircrafts. I’ll bring you back his scalp. 

We get on a Water air-ship thingy. We get off the Ikran and I sit on the Roof. 

Q: You scoresby ?

Sc: Uh-Huh. Are you the Asshole who’s commandeering my Ship ?

Q: That would be me. 

We go inside. I stay close to Mom. She lays her hand on my shoulder.

Z: What's wrong ?

J: I have a bad feeling about this guy.

She pats my Shoulder. 

Q: The target’s pretty much this whole island group. 

Sc: Never been up there. 

Spider stands next to me

Sc: You know those waters doc. What kinda indigenous we got ?

?: Uh Metkayina mostly. Some Ta’unui. Maybe fifty villages. 

Q: Uh and you are who ?

?: Oh. I’m Ian Garvin. Marine Biologist. 

He lifts his hand to shake Quaritches, but he ignores him.

Q: Fifty Villages. A hundred Villages. I don’t care. We’ll search ‘em all. 

Sc: I hunt Tulkun. That’s what I’m rigged for. That’s all my Guys do. I got Quotas to meet.

Q: I’ll be nice, once. Then I won’t.

Sc: Well if you can’t get out of it. Get into it. Bring her Up !

They start the Boat thing and fly it. A few hours later we arrive at an Island group. They start searching everywhere and destroy a lot of things. They force the Clan on their knees. They use electricity to shock them. 

Q: This man. We know he is in these Islands. Here ? This Village ?

Olo: We are a totally separate clan. This man in the reflection is from the Forest.

Quaritch looks at us. 

Q: Now what’s he saying ?

S: They never saw him. 

J: These are sea people. Forest People don’t come here. 

Q: I ain’t buyin’ that. 

He tries to talk to them. The Olo’eyktan looks at me and Spider 

Olo: He needs to leave here and go to the forest to find this man.

Quarritch looks at us.

S: They don’t know anything. 

Q: Shoot that Animal.

One of the Soldiers shoots the Animal in the water.

J: NO !

S: What the Hell are you doing ?!

The Metkayna start to scream. Tears start running down my Face.

Q: Hey your ears workin’ now ?

Olo: Be Calm.

Q You see what these can do, huh ? 

Quarritch lifts the picture again.

Q: Jake Sully. Toruk Makto 

Ts: He told you he doesn’t know.

Q: Put her down !

Ly: Get Down !

They push the Tshaìk to the ground. And hold the gun on her Head.

J: No ! Stop this. Please. 

More tears stream down my Face

Q: You make it real clear to him. He doesn’t give up Sully, We kill the Tsahìk.

S: No we’re not doin’ that. 

Q: Is that Right ?

S: We’re not gonna be part of this ! 

J: These People don’t know anything ! They don’t know anything !

Ly: We’re really gonna waste her ?

J: Please ! Please don’t do this. This is wrong. 

S: What you’re doing here is wrong. Please. 

Quarritch looks at Spider.

[luminalightsverse]

Oona's name was unknown when she was found by Plo Koon, so he decided to give her a name. It didn't take him long to find something he thought would fit her and named her Oloonah Leto.

I just pretened that Those are Kel Dor words that are also used as names. The meaning of them is “Beloved Glimmer” (Oloonah) and “Hope” (Leto). Together the meaning is “Beloved Glimmer of Hope”. Her nickname Little Loona, how Plo often calls her, means "Little Light" and is also a Kel Dor word. Her other nickname (Oona) means "Little Lamb", "Pure" or "Unity" but this one is not derived from the Kel Dor language. This name came to be because Oona couldn't pronaunce her name right when she was still a young child and made Oona out of it. This nickname stuck and most people call her that.

Oloonah is pronaunced O-loo-nuh and Leto Le-to. The E in Leto is pronaunced like the german E, so it's not as short like in the word "Let" but a bit longer. Oloonah is formed by the Kel Dor words Olo "Beloved" and Onah "Glimmer", Loona, like I said before, means "Light" in Kel Dor Keep in mind there is no official Kel Dor language (at least I couldn't find anything except of the greeting "Koh-to-yah"). So this is completely made up by me. Just pretend this is right and I made a big research, learned the language and now can speak it fluently (I mean I actually did a big research and even made up a name but anyway). Thanks.

Plo gave her those names so she would always remember that she is loved and important, that there is always a glimmer of hope, even in the darkest times where no one can see it. It's a reminder for her that light and hope always persevere and that she always carries the light and hope in herself.

He also gave her those names because he found her in the dead of winter, left to die in a bag on a unofficial landfill far away from civilization. This landfill was made by the living beings on the planet and he could see that it was often used by criminals. If found by the wrong person, Oona could have ended up as a slave or been killed for her organs. When he arrived on the planet, there was already a snow storm raging, so strong that he could barely see anything and had to be led by the Force. After he finally found Oona, he thought that it was a wonder that this child was still alive. To see such a small baby surviving all alone in the dark while it was freezing cold and with no clothes on her gave him hope. At that moment Oona became a glimmer of hope to him and watching her grow and become stronger just reinforced it.

For Oloonah's name I combined different names to one and gave it a new meaning, because I couldn't find a name were the meaning and sound really fit. Either I liked the meaning but the name wasn't perfect or the name sounded nice but the meaning wasn't what I had in mind. Those names, were I liked the sound and decided to use for a made up name, are: * Oonagh meaning "Little Lamb; Queen of the Fairies; Unity; Pure" * Lona/Loona meaning "Lioness/Moon" * Alona meaning "Beauty; Oak" * Leto meaning "Hidden; Forgotten"

[osc-confessions]

You know I really do think Notebook and Bucket should interact again in the next Object Lockout episode.

Like OLO 3 finally gave us insight on Notebook's personality through his interactions with Moon and their care and passion for his team.

BUT the same episode Bucket, the one guy who Notebook would especially have the most fun chemistry with, was also forced to sit out for most of the challenge.

Heck as indicated in the storyboards Bucket was the only other person who cheered for Notebook when they did his pep talk.

I've said even before OLO came out that the two would be a great duo and it could have even come true in OLD 9. But now with OLO 3 they can be THE PERFECT DUO(and given what Wuggle said abt OLO 5 maybe even more HOPING). Too bad with what I know about the characters and some of the OLO 4 previews shown on the Discord that either Bucket of Notebook has a high chance of getting eliminated. I know it's pretty clear Notebook won't really make it far into the game but in the meantime there is just SO MUCH untapped potential.

I would elaborate more on why but this is getting too long. But I promise i will explain it one way or another! >:3c

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[wigglepiggle]

moon olo and moon obs should meet. as a treat. (an sacriverse and olo saga crossover in general would be cool though)

YES

moon just causally breaks reality again "heY gUyS"

[nighthawk0913]

   Balance is the key element of religion to lions, as, to them, everything has an equal and opposite: the sun has the moon, the heat has the rain, and the predator has the prey. Because of the wide array of elements to the natural world, there are many deities that represent and are said to control them. The only place that does not have balance is nonexistence, as there was before Neeyr created existence, but even nonexistence itself is balanced by that of Neeyr's creation. The concept that everything in the world exists in a delicate balance drives the ideals and lifestyles of the lions, who believe themselves to be created in the image of the gods and placed in the world to maintain that equilibrium. Lions view themselves as the keepers and caretakers of the world, preventing the chaos that would come from any shift in the natural order.

   But not all of the lions' stories are about gods. They also tell stories of great heroes and terrible monsters, triumphs over evil, and tales of supernatural powers. While most of these stories exist as personifications of a phenomenon or emotion, some lions believe them to hold a grain of truth, and the names of heroes will be invoked in hopes of earning their favor. Stories of gala(angels) and kiru(demons) are also told, and some are revered so highly that they may as well be gods in their own right.

List of Gods, Spirits, and Notable Monsters

Neeyr - God of Creation, first deity, is omnipresent and has no set gender, primordial god

Dira - Goddess of the Dawn and Dusk, protector of the innocent, controller of the afterlife of the same name, primordial god

Votara - Goddess of the Day, punisher of the wicked, controller of the afterlife of the same name, primordial god

Ozna - Goddess of the Night, overseer of the righteous, controller of the afterlife of the same name, primordial god

Dreyus - God of the Sky/Sky Father, primordial god

Daeghom - Goddess of the Earth/Earth Mother, primordial god

Sehul - God of the Sun, Leadership, Nobility, Light, and Power, protector of kings

Zurena - Goddess of the Moon, Peace, Balance, Darkness, and Knowledge, protector of lionesses in childbirth

Ulreus - God of the Sea, Water, and Rivers

Drosyn - Goddess of Plant Life and Fertility

Ulbus - God of the Wet Season, Healing, and Rain

Bixtris - Goddess of the Dry Season, Disease, and Drought

Somnum - Bringer of Death, gala of death

Olo - Weaver of Dreams, gala

Aetis - Sender of Thoughts and Motivation, gala

Xolotini - Prince of Flowers, nature spirit

The Desert King - Spreader of Deserts, Drainer of Life, kiru

Bouros - Spirit of the North Wind

Synir - Spirit of the East Wind

Dirlos - Spirit of the South Wind

Enthos - Spirit of the West Wind

Marsin - First gala, fell from grace and became the first kiru

Aidon - Gala, the one who will defeat Marsin forever and become the god of the new world

Creation Myth

   In the beginning, there was nothing, only an infinite emptiness, and within that emptiness, there existed a single god: Neeyr, both male and female, both light and darkness, both nothing and everything. Lonely in this vast void, Neeyr created, from parts of himself, children. From his claw, he created Votara, goddess of the day, and from her, the first light was born. From his left eye, he created Ozna, goddess of the night, and she existed in contrast to Votara's light. To bring balance to his daughters, Neeyr took a lock of his mane and transformed it into Dira, goddess of the dawn and dusk, to bridge the gap between Votara and Ozna.

   But the world was still nothing, and Neeyr was bored with it. So again, he took a part of themself, several hairs from his pelt, and tossed them through the cosmos. From them, Dreyus was born, god of the sky, and with his birth, existence sprung into being. Dreyus and his three sisters travelled the cosmos together, eager to create more in their new kingdom. But soon Dreyus suffered from the same plight as Neeyr; he was lonely and desired someone to love. So he set about creating himself a mate, one equal in glory and splendor to himself. Through his efforts, Daeghom was born, and she became his bride. From the love between Dreyus and Daeghom, the world was created, with her as the land itself, and Dreyus as the sky overhead.

   The first children born from Dreyus and Daeghom were Sehul, the sun, and Zurena, the moon, and they travelled around their parents' creation, watching from above. After them came Ulreus, god of the seas, who covered the world in life-giving water. Next came Drosyn, goddess of plant life, who blanketed the world in green plants. Because of their efforts, the world became ready to hold life. Dreyus and Daeghom then set about creating the creatures of the world; everything from colossal thunderers to tiny crawlers. But the newly created world was missing something; someone to watch over it. Sehul and Zurena noticed this, and proposed to their parents to create an animal in the image of the gods, one who would be their earthly heralds and keep the world in balance. Dreyus and Daeghom gave their approval, and Sehul and Zurena set about creating the first lions.

   Sehul created male lions, sculpting them from rigid clay and blessing them with great strength. Zurena created lionesses, building them up from the fertile mud of the riverbanks and blessing them with fantastic speed and grace. The first lions were then instructed to watch over the land as its benevolent lords, protecting it and keeping the land in balance in the name of the gods.

The Gala and the Kiru

   In the days before the world existed, the gods simply resided in the celestial plain where they ruled. Among the stars, they existed unchallenged in their divinity. But this meant that everything was unchanging, as the gods could bend their surroundings to their wills. Gradually, they grew bored; what good was creation if they had nothing to do with it? The gods thought for many years, pondering for a solution. Eventually, their endlessly brilliant minds concocted a solution. From a stream of glittering stardust, Dira crafted the first galas and named them Marsin and Aidon.    The galas' form was marvelous, for they looked as their creators did. From their backs, a vibrant pair of feathered wings grew to allow them to soar across the celestial plain. The gods were amazed by Dira's creation, and each desired to create for themselves. From the work of the gods, countless gala were born into the celestial plain. The gala served the gods as one would care for an ailing loved one, endlessly praising the gods and loving them more than anything else in creation, becoming their first subjects. The gods adored the gala, loving them as they would their own children.    But trouble soon began to arise in the celestial plain. With the creation of the world, the gods began adding to it. Marsin could only watch, as he did not have the ability of creation himself, something that made him terribly bitter and envious of the gods. Angered at this perceived slight, Marsin gathered a following of fellow gala, manipulating them into believing that they could take the power of creation from the gods and use it as their own, then they could be the ones to create such splendor and grace. Most turned away from Marsin's message, not wishing to betray their beloved creators, but many others did not. With his followers, Marsin rebelled violently against the gods, attempting to slay them and take their great power for his own. A great battle was fought between the gods and Marsin, but after much chaos and destruction, Marsin's forces were defeated by the faithful gala, led by Aidon. In rage at Marsin's ungratefulness and treason, the gods stripped the rogue gala of both their divinity and their powers, banishing them from the celestial plain, never to be able to return.    Enraged by his defeat, Marsin vowed revenge on the gods. In the absence of his divine power, Marsin became filled with darkness and hate. He and his followers became the first kiru, evil creatures of the shadows and eternal enemy of the gala. The kiru rallied under Marsin, rejecting their divine forms for those of horrible shades. Unable to reenter the realm of the gods, the kiru took to tormenting their creations. Lurking in the darkest shadows, they bring famine, war, murder, and all terrible things that can happen in the world. But they are countered by the gala, who bestow blessings and perform miracles. The gala and kiru still battle for control over the world, keeping the balance between good and evil. While mortal lions are usually unable to see them, the gala and kiru can reveal themselves to them. It is through their interactions with mortals that both possessions by kiru and prophecies delivered by gala come to be.

Creation of the Seasons

   In the early days of the world, there existed only one season, a constant period of lush greenery and plentiful food and water. There was no worry of waterholes drying up or food becoming scarce, as animals had no need to eat yet. All life thrived in this paradise. In the glory of the world, Ulreus and Drosyn bore two children, Ulbus and Bixtris. Ulbus was like his parents, spreading prosperity wherever he went, but Bixtris seemed unable to do the same. The young goddess caused plants around her to wither, and caused illness in the creatures that she drew close to. Believing herself to be cursed, Bixtris was angry that she could not spread the same joy as her family. In her anger, she decided that if she could not do good unto the world, she would instead oppose her family's benevolence.

   Bixtris spread dry grasslands far and wide, drying out sources of water and bringing horrible heat waves with her as she went. Ulbus noticed his sister's deeds, and combatted her with heavy rains that would return life to the barren stretches that she would leave in her wake. Bringing themselves in opposition to the other, the two siblings began to fight, causing great destruction across the land. Seeing the damage done by the two siblings, Daeghom was angered and hurt. The primordial goddess rose in a rage, ordering that the two siblings form a compromise and put aside their differences.

   Ulbus was at first unwilling, angry at the ruin Bixtris had caused, but eventually he was swayed. The two siblings agreed to split the year in half, with each sibling alotted time to reign over the earth. When Ulbus rules, the rains sweep across the lands and life is plentiful, but when Bixtris rules, the world is dry and barren, with great heat ruling over the land. When the time comes for the ruling sibling to step down, the other takes their place and reigns over the land for their half of the year, the other taking residence with Daeghom beneath the earth.

The Three Afterlives

   When the creatures of the earth were first created, death did not exist. Every creature was eternal in their place in the world, and they never grew old nor died. But a problem arose when the world grew to have too many animals. With countless creatures who would never die, populations grew so large that the very earth itself was having trouble sustaining them. Dreyus and Daeghom agreed that something had to be done, or everything in their creation would be at risk. Ozna, Votara, and Dira met to discuss how best to solve the problem. The three goddesses spent many days trying to find a solution, until Ozna finally suggested something that could work. The problem was all creatures being eternal, as immortal and ageless as the gods. If they were stripped of that ability and allowed to fade away, the animal population would be stabilized; the old and weak would die and the young and strong would take their place. The three goddesses agreed on the idea, and used their powers to create Somnum, the gala of death, who would come to guide the souls of dead creatures to the afterlife.    But the problem began once the first creature died. No animal had ever died before, and none of the gods could decide what should be done with them. The three sister goddesses fought over which of them would take the soul of the deceased, as each desired to be the one to rule over the dead. As more creatures died, the goddesses were increasingly confused over which of them should be granted control of the dead. Many creatures with many different lives entered the domain of the dead, but the three could not decide what to do with them. As the problem grew worse, the three godesses went to Neeyr to ask what should be done.

   Neeyr observed the souls of the deceased creatures, dividing them into three groups; the righteous, the wicked, and the innocent. To Votara, went the wicked. She would punish them with her fiery rage for their misdeeds for all time. To Dira, went the innocent. As they were too young when they died to be understood as good or evil, they were gifted to the kind Dira, who would protect them and care for them. And to Ozna, went the righteous. As creatures who lived noble lives and acted as they should, they were rewarded greatly. Under the control of Ozna, the righteous souls were transformed into the first stars, always shining overhead as a reminder to all to act justly and treat everything with respect.

Times of Day

   Once the three afterlives were established, Votara, Dira, and Ozna drew closer to the world to watch over its creatures. Under each of the three sisters, the sky was different. Under Votara, the sky was bright and blue, and there was light across the land. Under Ozna, the sky was dark and speckled with stars. And under Dira, the sky was painted with a thousand colors, eternally at dawn or dusk.

   But problems arose when the three goddesses clashed with Sehul and Zerena. Ozna refused to allow Sehul to pass over her part of the world, as his radiant light blinded her eyes. Similarly, Votara refused to grant Zerena passage over her part of the sky, worried that she would block out her light. In the parts of the world under eternal daylight, animals could not sleep, and under the eternal night, plants could not grow.

   The animals cried out their grievances to the goddesses, and the three converged with Sehul and Zerena to find a solution. Since both Votara and Sehul were radiant and bright, they agreed to cross the sky together. Zerena and Ozna also agreed to travel together, as Zerena's gentle light did not harm Ozna's eyes. Dira bridged the gap between the two realms, ushering one out and the other in.

   The three realms began to spin around the world, with Votara and Sehul appearing during the day, and Ozna and Zerena appearing at night. When the day grows weary, Dira brings the dusk to allow Votara to rest. Similarly, when it is time for Ozna to rest, Dira guides the first light of dawn over the land.

Phases of the Moon

   While travelling across the sky at night, Zerena is responsible for watching over the nocturnal activities of the creatures below. One night, as she passed over a vast and lush grassland, something caught her eye. Below, there was a lioness, travelling alone across the savanna. She was so beautiful that Zurena was smitten with her right away. The entire night, she watched her from above, and once the dawn drew near, she descended from the sky to meet with her in the form of a mortal lioness.

   Her name was Kyagi, and Zurena was swiftly enamored by her. Kyagi was fascinated by her as well, having no idea that she was a goddess. The two of them spent the day together, but when it came time for night to come, Zurena did not wish to return to the sky. Confused, Ozna searched for her. Upon discovering her on earth, she sent Sehul to retrieve her. The sun god descended to earth in a mortal disguise and sought out his sister, ordering her to return to her place in the sky. Confused and thinking Sehul a threat, Kyagi readied herself to defend Zurena. Angered by her impudence, Sehul dropped his disguise, revealing himself in all his heavenly glory, his light blinding Kyagi.

   Zurena was enraged and refused to return to the sky, demanding that Sehul heal Kyagi. Sehul instead offered a compromise. Zurena was needed in the sky as the moon, but he could see her love for Kyagi was strong. He promised to heal Kyagi as well as make her immortal on the condition that Zurena return to the sky. She would be able to descend to the earth every month for three and a half days to be with her love, but the rest of that time, she must remain in the sky as the moon. Zurena agreed, and Kyagi was healed.

   Every month, Zurena shifts through various forms as her time to descend to earth grows near. She is entirely in the sky during a full moon, her paws out of the sky during a gibbous moon, half of her body during a half moon, and only her tail remains during a crescent moon. During a new moon, she is allowed to spend time on earth with her love, and the moon does not appear in the sky. Once her three and a half days on earth are up, she returns to the heavens, gradually appearing as the moon again.

The Origin of Dreams

   Long ago, in a pride called the Shimmering Valley, a lion named Olo lived. Olo was a creative and imaginative lion, who loved telling stories and creating art to go along with them. From the celestial realm, Olo caught the eye of the beautiful gala Aetis, who descended from the heavens to meet with him. The two fell deeply in love, but because Aetis was a divine creature and Olo a mortal, they could not truly be together. Aetis urged his lover to come to the stars with him, and the gods would transform him into a gala so that the two of them could be together for eternity. But Olo did not want to leave his family or the world before his time, though he still wished to be with his love.

   Using his divine power, Aetis created the first thoughts, which he sent into the mind of his beloved Olo, so that the two would never truly be apart. Throughout Olo's life, other animals gained the gift of thought as well, and loved Olo as the one who had brought that gift to them. When the day came that Somnum came for Olo, Aetis was there to greet him in the stars. For the first time, the two were able to properly embrace and feel the other's love. Aetis kept his vow and Olo was ascended into a gala alongside his lover.

   Together, the two act as guides for all creatures. Aetis guides their minds during the day, motivating noble actions into being. Olo, on the other hand, guides them in the night, through dreams of grandeur.

The Eclipse

   With the sun in the sky during the day and the moon in the sky at night, the two don't often interact. But as the two gods both watch over the creatures of earth as they pass through the sky, their knowledge of all creatures' nature is all-encompassing and complete. They know everything about every creature, including their sins and misdeeds. While it is not often that an animal that is wicked enough to draw both of their attention exists, but when one does, something incredible happens.

   When a truly wicked and evil creature lives on earth, both Sehul and Zurena agree that the animal must be done away with to prevent any more pain from being caused. The two will then converge in the sky, meeting together to discuss what should be done to smite the evil in the land. When they meet, Sehul's light clashes with Zurena's darkness, forming a bright ring in the sky and shrouding the world in shadows. The eclipse is meant to act as a warning to the wicked that, if they don't mend their ways, the gods will rain their fury upon them and drag them to Votara personally, where their evil will be punished forever.

The Prince of Flowers

   Xolotini was the youngest son of a great king, who ruled over a massive kingdom that spanned over a huge and lush grassland. As the youngest of the king's 15 sons, Xolotini was never in line for the throne, but the prince was fine with this, preferring to focus on the beauty of the natural world and creating wonderful works of art that would honor nature properly. Now, the young prince was extremely handsome, and stories of his good looks spread far and wide. Lions and lionesses alike came flocking to Xolotini's pride to ask for his paw in marriage. But Xolotini desired none of them, having only one lioness that he loved. She was Parvotl, daughter of a tyrannical king. But the tyrant king refused to give her up, never wanting her to marry.

   The prince pined for her from afar, and the two met under the cover of night in secret. Parvotl, wanting to be free from the hold of her father, fled her pride for that of Xolotini's father. This enraged the evil king, and he sent a terrible sandstorm to punish his daughter and the lion who stole her away from him. Knowing what must be done, Parvotl attacked her father, striking the tyrant king down. But she was terribly wounded in the process, and as she lay dying, Xolotini wept for her. He cried his pain out to the world, praying to Drosyn not to let Parvotl fade away. The goddess answered his prayers, transforming the dying Parvotl into the first flowers. Her graceful form became long, slender stems, and her fur became the soft petals. Upon Xolotini, Drosyn placed the task of spreading Parvotl's beauty far and wide. He would wander all the lands of the world, spreading the flowers in his wake so that the whole world would know of Parvotl's sacrifice. Her beauty and grace would live on forever in this form, and she would grace the world until the land itself was no more.

The Hero Elbris

   Long ago, alongside the creatures of the world, there lived monsters. Some of the monsters followed the command of the gods, acting as powerful allies and friends, but others were evil to their cores. One such monster was the Desert King, a massive firebreathing creature that had been created by Bixtris. The Desert King was taller than any other creature in the land, standing taller than ten thunderers. He looked like a lion in form, but his fur was dark as soot and his seven eyes redder than blood. He had the tusks of a squealer, the horns of a grunter, and a venomous no-legs for a tail. His fangs were larger than any gnasher's and his claws sharper than any leaper's, and he used them to consume the life of any animal in his domain. The terrible creature lived in the Great Northern Desert, where no water or plants existed, and even the gods could hold little power over him. In his greed, he spread his barren kingdom far and wide.

   The creatures of the world greatly feared the Desert King, as any caught in his domain would surely meet their death. As the desert spread into the grasslands, the animals were horrified, and many fled south to escape the King's grasp. In the Desert King's hunger to conquer, he spread his arid lands into the home of a lion pride. Like all other creatures in the Desert King's lands, they met their end. All except for one. A single lion called Elbris escaped the death of his pride, and swore revenge on the Desert King, promising to defeat him and avenge his family. Elbris went to the Reflection Pool, a place sacred to Zurena, and called upon the gods for help. The gods heard his call and descended to earth, each bestowing a gift upon Elbris that would aid him in his quest against the Desert King. From Zurena, he received a cloak of darkness, which would allow him to sneak into the King's territory undetected. From Ozna, his eyes were blessed to be able to see the Desert King's weak spot. Votara bestowed her blessing upon his claws, making them capable of killing the monster. And from Drosyn and Ulreus, he was given a magical fruit containing a powerful rainstorm, which he must break open after the King was defeated. With the blessing of the gods, Elbris set out to challenge the Desert King.

   The monster was colossal, but Elbris's blessed eyes could see his weak spot: the large eye in the center of his forehead. While the Desert King could not see Elbris because of Zurena's cloak, he could sense him, and he spoke. In a great and terrible voice, the Desert King offered Elbris to join him, and he would be spared when the desert consumed the entire world. But Elbris was not swayed by the cruel monster's words; he would avenge his family, and all other animals that had been consumed by the Desert King's greed. When he saw he could not win over Elbris, the Desert King attacked, swiping at the air and trying to crush him. Because he could not see Elbris, the Desert King listened for the sounds of his voice and footsteps. Elbris was smart, however, and knew the King could hear him. Taunting the huge monster, Elbris whipped the Desert King into a frenzied rage, making its movements erratic and unplanned. Infuriated, the Desert King roared, demanding that Elbris reveal himself and fight him properly.

   Elbris was not foolish however, and, using his blessed claws, leapt for the monster's seventh eye. With Voltara's magic, his claws burst into flames as he landed a blow on the monster's forehead. Upon hitting the monster's weak spot, its body split into four pieces. From each of these, a new spirit was born. Bouros was born from the first piece, and represented the cold northern wind. Enthos was born from the second, and represented the gentle west wind that brought the wet season. From the third came Dirlos, who represented the warm south wind. And from the fourth and final piece, Synir was born. Synir still held the powers granted to the Desert King by Bixtris and represented the east wind, which heralded the coming of the dry season.

   Elbris then cracked open the magical fruit granted to him by Drosyn and Ulreus, and from it erupted a powerful rainstorm. The water that fell from the blessed clouds had magical properties, and where it touched the barren ground, grass greener than any other sprouted from the sand. Massive patches of land that once fell under the Desert King's control became lush grasslands, and animals returned. Grateful for Elbris's help in defeating the Desert King, the gods granted him a single wish. Elbris wished to be reunited with his family, and the gods carried him up to the stars, where his family and friends awaited him. Together, they can be seen as a cluster of stars in the sky, named the Elbris Cluster after the great hero.

   The animals of the land praised Elbris's heroic actions for many years, and told stories of him to their children, who then told the story to their own children. Animals experiencing extreme hardships will often invoke the name of Elbris in hopes of being able to prevail over their troubles, as Elbris did over the Desert King.

Twilight of the World

   There will come a day one day when the balances of the universe are tipped to an extreme from which there is no return. The first sign of the Twilight is a great roar heard from the sky; it is Neeyr's dying breath, and he will return from the nothingness from which he came. From there, the kiru will rise from the shadows to continue their battle against the gods, and they cause all the plants in the world to die and all water to dry up as they destroy Ulreus and Drosyn. The kiru and gala will meet in battle on the earth, and their great power will rend the land and create mountains that reach all the way to the heavens. When this happens, Sehul and Zurena descend to earth to escort all of the animals away from danger and to the safety of the three goddesses above, but are lost to the kiru in the process.

   With the animals off of earth and safe, Ozna and Dira ascend to another plain of existence while Votara stays to fight. Eventually, all of the gods fall, and all of the kiru and gala as well, except for one of each. Marsin is the final kiru, and he desires to make himself the god of all existence. The final gala is Aidon, and, with the power of all the fallen, he will defeat Marsin and cast him into the infinite void, where he will be trapped forever.

   As the last creature in existence, Aidon absorbs all the power in creation and becomes the sole god of the new world. From there, he will rebuild creation and create an eternal paradise free of suffering and evil.

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Tara's Book Part 2: Journey to Watch World

Tara stepped off the trolley watching the throngs of people and smirking at college students making their way to the ground. A live band played in the balcony and the multicolored hues of threads were shining brightly in the air. The music of revelry soothed Nadroj as his eyes sleepily opened and he batted at faint strings only she could see. Her shadow formed mustangs and throughbreds behind her. A mirage for the onlookers too gone to notice or care. She was about the business of stopping an ongoing end. The Plaza de Armas glowed in the streamed lights and faint torch lamps and a bracelet with a winged shoe hung from Tara's wrist. Nadroj hazel eyes darted about listening to the plethora of voices and accents in various states of intoxication. The spire atop the building was a brightly wound knot of silver and prismatic cords each with it's own rhythym. Four kids danced a second line in front of hats and older hispanic man played guitar keeping up with the dizzying mix of Casanova and modern bounce music hits as the city came to life. Tara rubbed the charm with her pinky and the scene slowed like molasses on a winter morning, and a web of motion came into being around her feet. The trolleys with their horses lent her a green thread and the whinnying of that familar steed sprang into being under her and Nadroj. The twisting cuurent of braiding and unbraiding knots danced from step and in a square as the children danced. The curve wound between two lovers locked in an embrace, and a group of several acrobats performing a complicated routine. As the lead acrobats foot left the ground a network of squares fromed a column. Tar threw Nadroj and he grabbed at the rungs hanging by one arm laughing. Tara laughed scooping him into her arms and ran into a tunnel of light. The winding squres moved like a snake squares nesting inside squares each step an intricate dance as worlds moved and faded in around her. Tara grabbed her bracelet llowing one black square to hook around the opposite hand as Nadroj hung in the air for a single moment. She spun midair catching Nadroj and found herself on the coast of an endless sea.

Nine moons hung in the air above her head each in a different phase. Their faces forming a perfect circle. There was life in the water and Tara sought help of a unique variety. She touched a blue thread and began to sing. "Numer an rio Rixan Nomer Numer Ceano Congo Olo Kun Numer" The water shined under the light of each of the apinning moons turning gold as if coins were rolling beneath the surface. "Change and charge payment for the master of the beastly sea. " The water walked first hand then foot crawling from the shore line. A baying howl shook through the shining night. Two hears and a snout pulling the arm of a being with tendrils of water covering missing eyes. Selaqua the Beastmaster of The Seahobbled out of the shining night foam. The gold of the foam forming armor over her shoulder like pauldrons. A gladius of water floated in her wake as her and Tara stood face to face.

The hounds formed ice teeth and growled circling Tara as she and Selaqua Conversed through the winding blue strings. Selaquas's hounds became more solid and the sky turned rom gold to red. Nadroj stared up in wonder. The sun began to shine between a cirlce of moons and a beam struck the diamond sand. Tara nodded solemnly understanding how she would have to return for the work she had asked. Blue thread sank into Taras skin and an spiral of blue glowed as Selaqua and the hound climbed in adding a chain of sigils under charm bracelet. The sky went black and the sea touched her feet still. The Hour of the moon was at hand.

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Moon Merde Memorial Instead

January, 2024

The Peregrine One Space Craft was launched January 8.

Phase one of it's mission was to put a lunar lander on the Moon - creating a memorial with the DNA of George Washington and John F. Kennedy, among others.

After, it was to continue traveling forever into the blackness of space carrying DNA from a bunch of famous people along with more DNA stuff from some narcissistic A$%&les with too much money.

Shortly after launch it began to fail.

Pittsburgh-based Astrobotic decided to dispose of the craft by letting it burn up while re-entering Earth's atmosphere somewhere over the South Pacific Ocean.

They made that decision to keep it from wandering aimlessly through space, posing a collision hazard.

Excuse me! Wandering aimlessly through space posing a collision hazard!. Wasn't that part of the goal of the mission to begin with?

As my grandson would S.M.S me, LL&OLO.(1)

"What's your problem Tom? It seems like the common sense thing to do. Why leave that junk to clog up our galaxy - maybe even spoiling our late night view of the Milky Way from the Kitt Peak Observatory?" "Listen up Vern. It is estimated that there may be as many as 170 million pieces of space junk orbiting the Earth. Of the approximate 55,000 pieces that are large enough to track, the Department of Defense��s global Space Surveillance Network is constantly monitoring about 27,000 of them."

Talk about collision hazards - it's a global cloud of junk.

Let's face it, this whole thing was a secret conspiracy at the highest levels of the government/hollywoke cabal. That craft and it's mission was purposefully sabotaged!!!

"I gotta' stop you right there Tom. Take a breath. Enough with the hypervenistrating. What in the Wide World of Suzie Wong makes you think it was sabotage?" "Wake up Vern. Nobody believes that an object slightly larger than Lizzo wandering through a void slightly smaller than infinity is gonna be a collision hazard."

Nope, it has everything to do with the first part of it's mission - depositing a small hair from George Washington and a few tonenail clippings from John F. Kennedy's left foot smack dab on Moon where everybody can see it."

And here is why:

"Navajo Nation President Buu Nygren issued a statement to express his objection to the NASA planned Jan. 8 launch of the United Launch Alliance's Vulcan Centaur rocket to the moon."

"The sacredness of the moon is deeply embedded in the spirituality and heritage of many Indigenous cultures, including our own," Nygren said in a statement. “The placement of human remains on the moon is a profound desecration of this celestial body revered by our people.”

"Vern, do you seriously think our current weakwoke government was gonna stand up to an angry minority?"

Nope. Goodby space craft. Hello indigenous votes.

But as for me. No Mas!

From where the sun now stands, I stand athwart history, yelling stop! Chief Joseph / William F. Buckley.

"Stick with me on this Vern. Climb into the WayBack Machine and set the dial to 300,000 B.C. (which was a sunny day as it happens)."

And what do we see? Mankind originated in Africa, not New Mexico.

And in the before-time, our forefathers migrated north until they found themselves in the Middle East.

Most of them had no desire to get involved in that frigging Middle East mess, so they split up. Half went left and half went right, settling in Europe and Asia.

Long after the before time - due mainly to Climate Change 12.4.1 - the Asia guys stumbled onto a land bridge which allowed them to cross over into North America.

You and I and my dog knows that somewhere in that chain of tree dwellers, snake eaters, hut owners and semi-advanced civilizations a few of those people felt that the big glowing celestial thing in the sky was sacred.

Hundreds of thousands of years before anyone in North America was even around.

So I'm not gonna let these johnny-come-lately Indigenous Moon-Worshipers take ownership of our Moon. It belongs to all of us.

But all that aside, I do agree with Buu Nygren that none of wants to have to stare at toenail clippings every night.

So next time, maybe they should save us all a lot of trouble and figure out a better way. Something that is not a profound desecration of anything.

Here's my plan.

Let's use the DNA of the earliest ancestors of everyone on the planet. We can find this DNA in Cretaceous Crocodile Coprolites.

Place a couple of Sacred Coprolites in an urn and create a Mooner Memorial by crashing it on the Dark Side Of The Moon(2) where no one has to look at it.

All Hail Royal And Ancient Moon Merde!

(1) Laugh Long and Out Loud Obnoxiously (2) Discovered by Pink Floyd in 1973