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skylarstark4826 · 3 months
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I loved this beautiful drawing of the ship of Rotxo and Spider Socorro. I would sincerely like there to be many more fans of the Spider Socorro and Rotxo ship both here on Tumblr and on Twitter.
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By the way, this beautiful fanart of Spide Socorro's ship and Rotxo is not mine. And the credits are not for me. But he informed you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece of the ship of Spider Socorro and Rotxo on Twitter.
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ele-sme · 10 months
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Neytiri: sometimes,not always but sometimes i ask myself if your brain remained the one of a human brain.
Jake: you don't mean it
Neytiri:bet?
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Jake: would you love me even if i was a cockroach?
Neytiri: first of all, what is a cockroach? Second of all i loved you even in the human form, i think i can love you in any form.
Jake: I'm i supposed to be offended or to take it as a compliment?
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Jake got away for a few weeks, to do clan leader shit.
Neytiri: Ma Jake Ma Jake finally you have returned! Something terrible happened
Jake: what?! Are the children okay? Are you okay?
Neytiri: look at our son takes Spider and puts it in front of him
Spider:dad what is wrong with me?
Jake: did i never explained to you that Human males have beards when they become a certain age?
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Tuk: dad how do kids born?
Jake: hell no go away really fast
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Tuk:mom how do kids born?
Neytiri: as your father would say 'hell no" Go away really fast
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Tuk: Spider, Kiri how do kids born?
Spider: we are the adopted ones
Kiri:yeah you should tell us
Spider:how do kids born Tuk tuk?
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Jake:how is the most beautiful person in this room doing?
Neytiri:I don't know how are they doing?
Kiri: great thanks
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Aounung: your brother is cute
Neteyam: I'll give you 5 seconds to take back your words
Aounung: i wasn't talking about Lo'ak
Neteyam:i know mother fuckers, you still have 2 seconds.
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Spider: you are late
Lo'ak: or maybe you came too early.
Jake: Lo'ak you should have been here five hours ago!
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Kid Spider: Mom mom do you like my drawing? proceeds to show the ugliest drawing in history
Neytiri: it's beautiful
Kid Neteyam: so beautiful that we should hide it so other people won't see it and try to steal it.
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lloyd-007 · 1 year
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huymadovan · 9 months
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They'd get along :3
// I'm so sad i lost this drawing 😭 I refreshed photopea and it was GONE //
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kondensaduhhh · 11 months
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inspired by @dirtytransmasc ‘s Spider Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan AU
where, since because this Spider grew up being fully adopted and loved by the Sully family, the ‘son for a son scene’ where Neytiri holds a knife to Spider doesn’t happen, what happens instead is a ‘if I can’t have him, no one can’ scene with Quaritch, where instead of Quaritch getting a hold of Kiri, it’s Spider.
Everyone is frozen.
Kiri is holding Tuk, Jake being torn between shooting Miles, but risk shooting his son too, and obeying his demands. Lo’ak and Neteyam are there, a few scrapes, cuts, and bruises on them but otherwise whole. Jake holds out his arm in front of his other two sons, knowing his mate’s burning desire to protect pumps in their veins, ready to lunge.
And Neytiri is prowling.
That demon has her son, her firstborn under his sharp knife, already cutting his delicate skin, she sees his blood smear with each struggle, causing a growl deep within her throat. Every bone in her body aches to lunge and attack the monster hurting her baby, but her mate’s arm stops her, she sees the pleading look in his eyes that yells, ‘please, think clearly’. She wants to scream, she needs to do something, but the situation is much too delicate to take such a risk.
“What will it be, kid?” Quaritch says, knife still against Spider neck, “The Sullys, who left you, abandoned you for months?” cries of protest from his siblings at the words spoken, “or me? who took care of you after they left you for dead?”
With no breath of hesitation in his voice, “Them! They’re my family! Not you! Never you!” Spider screams. Irritation pinches Quaritch’s face, he sets his jaw, “Then so be it.” and he cuts.
He cuts through Spider’s jugular, leaving to fall, blood sputtering through his fingers as he tries to add pressure. Everyone screams, scrambling to help Spider. The demon walks away with a limp in his step.
“Lyle, blow this pla-“ short, rapid fire gunshots, cut through everyones eardrums, the Sullys’ attention snapped to the cause of the beast’s death for a second. They were met with the image of Neteyam, gun in his arms, tears in his eyes, he drops it immediately and rushes to Spider’s side.
“Neteyam…” Kiri holds her hand out to him, her voice watery and scared, he takes her hand, and inches closer towards his brother, Tuk tucks herself onto him, wailing onto his chest, Lo’ak has both hands pressing on Spider’s neck, their dad is speaking softly to him, stroking his hair, while their mother is begging for Eywa to keep her son alive, to not take him away from them, from her, no, not yet
Spider is apologizing and they don’t know why, they just hold on to him and their siblings, “im sorry, im sorry… i love you, im sorry,” he coughs, blood splatters on his mask, dripping down the sides of his lips, “i just wanted to sa-…” He closes his eyes. The it’s like the world stopped spinning, everyone is silent, waiting for Spider to keep talking, because he always does, he always has something to say, but Jake has hung his head already.
Kiri was the first to talk Spider, “Monkey boy? Spider? Spider, what is it? Spider! What were gonna say?!” her voice gets shakier as she talks, her voice breaks at the end along it is her, curling into Spider’s chest.
“Spider? Wake up! C’mon, you’re scaring me!” Tuk, oh, little Tuk-tuk, she pleads, “Neteyam, do something!” She sobs. Neteyam can’t fix this one, he can’t lead them on this one, Neteyam doesn’t know what to do, instead her cries, not quietly, like Lo’ak, who is staring at his hands, covered in Spider’s blood, tears just running down his cheeks, but also not loudly, like Kiri, who demanding answers from the Great Mother, he just… cries. Holding the rest of his siblings in his arms.
Jake is on the opposite side of his children on Spider’s body, he wants to wipe away the tears and blood off of his son’s face, to remove the mask and clean his face off, he tries, but his daughters’ panicked screams of ‘Stop! He can’t breath with out it!” broke his heart further. Lo’ak cries like him, quiet, almost catatonic, a contrast to his mate who has screamed and wailed for it to not be true, sobbing for Eywa to not do this to them. With no protest fro Kiri, and little from Tuk, Neytiri holds Spider, sobbing louder when his body that was always warm, especially compared to their na’vi bodies, was starting to cool. Kiri and Tuk held onto their mother as they cried.
Jake neared his mate, gently pulling her towards him, as their remaining sons was held by their father, both boys leaning on Jake.
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dirtytransmasc · 1 year
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Imagine instead of hating Spider Neytiri took one look at this tiny baby and fell in love…..amazed at how tiny human babies are
Neytiri: Ma Jake….he fits in my hand!….MINE
Jake: He’s the tiniest….
The mental image of neytiri holding this tiny, sleeping, whispy, blonde-headed baby in her hand, and her hand isn't that big in comparison to other na'vi, with this look of pure bliss and infatuation. gold, pure gold, I love it.
I love to imagine what it would be like if she took him in as her own. like he is so tiny and so fragile compared to her and her own children, she has to hold him like glass. she goes up to the lab to see the little thing, she find any reason to stay there so she can spend time baby wearing him (she baby wears, its her favorite thing to do, she loves keep her children close, and looking down to see a sleeping child pressed against her, makes her happy).
when he can wear an exopac, she still spends her time fauning after the little human, wearing him on her back while she holds her youngest in the front. struggling to braid the tiny hair on his tiny head with her big fingers. worrying at the slightest of slips or falls of her little human child.
now this is all I want to think about.
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em-0031 · 1 year
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Mama Neytiri & young Spider
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Inspired by @dirtytransmasc
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introspectivememories · 9 months
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tuberculosis-chic · 1 year
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but like
when spider goes to save quaritch, he’s only concerned while he thinks he’s jake.
once he finds out it’s quaritch he starts cursing and isn’t careful with the body anymore
jake that is your SON look he loves you
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cosm1cl · 1 year
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i have a head cannon that as spider was growing up he didn't spend as much time with either the scientists or the sully's as we've been led to believe, but rather he was out doing some mysterious third thing half of the time.
like i see him only going to the sully's for maybe a couple hours before neytiri kind of ushers her children away from his company, and instead of heading back to the labs he just kind of wanders off into the forest on his own. that boy is neglected as shit so it wouldn't surprise me that no one would really follow up on his location much, even as a small child, and he could come running back to the lab, exopack basically flat, and not a single eye would be batted in his direction. i mean it wouldn't take long for him to realise he could just spend hours out in the wilderness on his own without being interrupted, so why wouldn't he?
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Please tag Lo'ak x human fanfics or dm them. I can't find more than a handfull.
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skylarstark4826 · 3 months
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And as I had said before, I absolutely love the beautiful ship of Spider Socorro and Rotxo of Avatar 2. Maybe they have noticed that I published an AO3 story. In which the Sully had taken Spider Socorro with them when they went to look for Uturú. Yes, well, I loved that story and when I saw this beautiful Fanart of them together. I made myself an image that I would have liked that both in the Avatar 2 movie and in the AO3 story. It would have happened and they would have put this image as if it were a scene.
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By the way, this beautiful fanart of Rotxo and Spider Socorro together is not mine and the credits are not for me. But he informed them that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Twitter.
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ele-sme · 7 months
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avatar incorrect quotes pt...?
Jake: you better give me back Spider!
Quartich: And why would i? *smirking*
Jake: you know how much child support you need to give to me?
Quartich:
Quaritch: kid, please go with them.
Spider: wow that was smooth
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lloyd-007 · 1 year
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vampsywrites · 9 months
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just a scratch
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synopsis: while out on in the forest, you were busy foraging for healing herbs. everything was going well until you ended up getting hurt. and despite your best efforts to conceal and downplay your wounds, you end up failing miserably once you faint right in front of the entire clan.
characters: tarsem, tsu'tey + son! spider, aged up! neteyam, aged up! ao'nung x reader (all seperate)
tags: tsahik! na'vi! reader, hurt/comfort, warnings for blood, injuries, cuts, fainting, self-indulgent prompt, arguments, brief mentions of past trauma (tsu'tey), really overprotective mates, possibly ooc
son spider best spider, neteyam is about to have a stroke bc of his stubborn ass mate, ao'nung is an annoying shit but he's your annoying shit.
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It was just a scratch.
A faint trail of blood marked a delicate line across the expanse of your torso, a disquieting contrast against your azure skin. A burning sensation flared up on your sides and yet, in spite of it, you pushed yourself off of the tree's trunk, grabbed your basket of herbs and trudged back towards your village.
At your sudden movement, the scratch stung harder, sending a searing hot, white pain up your torso. Gritting your teeth, you bit back a hiss of pain.
You were fine. It was fine. You had probably just pulled it when you stood up.
As you approach the village, you notice how a few of your people turn and gasp at your state. A cool shiver ran up your spine as you drop your gaze—Was it that bad?
Then comes a startling onslaught of dizziness that engulfs your consciousness. Before you could comprehend what was happening, your cheek meets the coarse texture of the earth beneath you, a jarring impact that sends your basket tumbling from your grasp. With a grunt, you strain your head up to see the herbal leaves scatter about.
As you fall, a wave of panic ripples through the crowd. Faintly, you register multiple pairs of hands coming to your aid, hoisting your limp body onto a woven mat.
"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"
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TARSEM
"If we strike from here, the trees will provide us with ample cover," Tarsem remarked, his fingers gliding across the aged parchment of the map, tracing the landscapes with a keen eye.
Warriors and spotters encircled the table, their gazes fixed on his every move, minds soaking in every detail of the strategy unfolding before them. It was due time they began planning for their next attack on the RDA bases, it had been months since then.
Before the next words could be uttered, the room was thrust into chaos as a young girl burst through the door, her arrival punctuated by ragged breaths and a wild panic etched across her face. The warriors instinctively parted, creating a path through the sea of bodies, granting her passage toward Tarsem.
"Ma Olo'eyktan!" she panted, her voice trembling as she clutched his forearms tightly. "The Tsahìk was discovered unconscious deep in the forest. The healers are calling for you!"
"What?" Tarsem's expression tightened, a flicker of worry crossing his eyes. He swiftly surveyed the assembled warriors and spotters, his tone strung but composed as he addressed them.
"Continue the preparations," he commanded. "But be ready to adapt the plan if necessary. I will go and check on my mate. Until I return, Osek, you will be in charge."
Osek, a respected warrior renowned for his leadership abilities, nodded with a solemn expression. The rest of the group echoed their understanding, their voices hushed with concern. With the meeting taken care of, Tarsem turned his attention back to the young girl.
"Take me to her," he murmured, ears flat against his head as his posture turned rigid.
The young healer, with her face flushed and brows furrowed, nodded. Taking his hand, she began to lead Tarsem out of the tent, her steps matching his swift pace as they traversed the winding paths of the settlement.
As they ventured closer to the outskirts of the settlement, the ambient noises of the bustling camp faded away, replaced by the serene symphony of nature. Approaching the clearing where you had been laid to rest, Tarsem's steps grew cautious as he gently parted through the small crowd of healers, making his way towards your side.
"Ma'yawne," he whispered, his voice affectionate yet worried at the same time. The Na'vi knelt down beside you, brushing your damp hair away from your face. His gaze, a pool of tenderness, drank in the sight of you lying on the woven mat.
"What has happened?" Tarsem questioned those around you, only for them to shrug. They were just as clueless as he was.
Tarsem sighed, his frown deepening as he took in your appearance once more, noting the dizziness in your eyes and the pallor on your cheeks. However, it was the deep, crimson gash marring your side that captured his attention the most—a wound he guessed was inflicted by either a sharp branch or an encounter with Pandora's many wild animals.
"I…I am alright," you murmured, your voice a fragile reassurance, as you ran a hand over the wound, hissing at the touch. "It is not as deep as it seems. A few bandages will suffice. Return to your duties. The warriors need you."
"Nonsense," Tarsem shook his head, moving to tuck his arms beneath your back and knees. "I cannot leave you like this," he insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. "Your well-being is of utmost importance. The meeting can wait. Right now, you need proper care."
The look in Tarsem's eyes left no room for argument, reaffirming that his mind was made up.
Heaving a sigh, you gave in and nestled into his embrace, placing your weary head atop his chest, finding solace in the rhythmic beat of his heart. With ease, Tarsem carefully stood up with you in his arms, cradling you against his chest. Your mate began carrying you back towards the settlement, calling out for a few of the more experienced healers to follow along.
Once you had arrived in your shared kelku, he set you atop a hammock, staying close to your side but making sure to clear the way for the healers who would attend to you.
Turning your head back, you smiled up at him. "Thank you, Tarsem."
Tarsem simply hummed and lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss against the side of your temple, lips a feather-light caress against your skin.
"Of course, yawne," he murmured, his voice a hushed vow. "I will always be here for you."
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NETEYAM
"Kiri, it's nothing," you sighed, pushing yourself off the hammock, arms trembling. "I swear to you, I feel much better now."
Kiri clicked her tongue disapprovingly, shaking her head as she pushed you back down. "I am not even finished with your bandages, and the healing paste hasn't taken effect yet. You must rest, tsmuke."
You wrenched a hand into your disheveled hair as you let out a frustrated sigh.
"The herbs I gathered earlier—moonflower, healing rose—they're all gone, they lay wasted on the ground," you lamented. "We need to restock our supplies before the ambush in two days. It's absolutely crucial. Without fresh provisions, we'll be ill-equipp—"
"I will have the trainees gather the herbs, and I will inform Neteyam about your injury so you can rest easy. I am very sure he will understand," Kiri interrupted your rambling, her tone firm as she began wrapping bandages over your torso. At the mention of your mate's name, a pang of apprehension shot through you.
Oh Eywa, how would Neteyam react? He was already so protective of you, and this injury would no doubt only amplify his vigilance. You won't be able to leave the house for a month without him tailing after you like a second shadow.
"There's no need to involve Neteyam," you hurriedly interjected, forcefully pushing Kiri aside as you mustered the strength to stand on your feet, despite the pain. "I'm fine."
Before you could take another step, the tent curtains were abruptly thrown open, and a figure rushed in. A pair of amber eyes widened with concern as they locked onto your limping form.
Neteyam.
As he approached, his typically composed and reserved expression cracked, revealing the deep worry etched on his face.
It seemed like he ran all the way here. The Na'vi was in a frantic haste, sweat cascading down his furrowed brows while beads of perspiration clung to his jawline.
"By Eywa, what happened?" Neteyam's voice quivered with panic as he reached out, hands trembling slightly while he steadied you.
You tried to muster a reassuring smile, but the pain coursing through your body made it difficult. "Neteyam, I… I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice strained.
"No, you are not fine." Neteyam's distress was palpable, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. "Look at you!"
Now he could properly see the swelling and gash on your torso, haphazardly covered by the unfinished leaf bandages clinging to your skin. A surge of horror washed over his face as he beheld the sight, eyes blowing wide open. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to conceal the extent of your injury.
"'Teyam," you attempted to calm him, shaking off his iron grip. "It's not as bad as it looks. It's just a scratch."
"A scratch?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "What are you talking about, syulang? That is no a scratch. Why are you even up? You need to rest."
"I have responsibilities to fulfill, Neteyam," you huffed, stomping your feet in frustration, your actions mirroring those of a stubborn child. "You, of all people, should understand that."
Neteyam's tail lashed by his feet, a clear warning tinged with a touch of anger. Protective instincts, ingrained deep within, surged forth like a tempestuous storm.
"Do not argue with me," Neteyam's voice turned firm, his tone low. "I understand your position as Tsahìk is demanding, but this stubbornness will not aid your recovery. Do you really think you can heal in such a state?"
His stern words struck you hard, causing you to flinch involuntarily. The weight of his concerns settled heavily upon your heart, and yet your unwavering determination refused to give in to his protectiveness.
"I know why you're worried," you sighed, gently placing a hand over his chest, hoping to soothe him. "But I cannot remain here while important tasks await me. There is work to be done!"
Neteyam heaved a sigh, pushing you back down. His hands, roughened by countless battles, reached out to tenderly cradle your face. With a gentle motion, his thumb traced delicate circles onto your cheeks, the soothing caress speaking volumes of his love. His intense gaze then softened, those golden eyes losing their fiery edge as he allowed his anger to dissipate.
"I know you have an unwavering sense of duty, sevin," Neteyam murmured, the endearment rolling off his tongue like silk, a term reserved only for you. "And I love that about you. But sometimes, the best course of action is to prioritize your own well-being," he continued, peering deep into your eyes.
His warm, tender affections began to gradually chip away at the walls of your stubborn resolve. Though you initially resisted, deep down, you couldn't deny the truth in his words. Neteyam always knew how to get you to back down.
A bitter sigh slipped from your lips, laced with a hint of snark that thinly veiled the vulnerability simmering beneath.
"I hate admitting defeat," you grumbled, your tone tinged with reluctance, "But fine, you win. I'll rest."
As your words reached his ears, the corners of Neteyam's mouth curved into a grin, a blend of relief and amusement dancing in his eyes. In that moment, he couldn't resist the urge to draw closer, resting his large hands on your waist as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.
"Thank you, yawne," he chuckled softly.
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TSU'TEY
(context: spider is your adopted son; although i decided to hint at him being an avatar in this scenario, you may also choose to perceive him as human instead.)
"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"
As you lay upon the bark floors of the Hometree, your mind spun, dots of black tainting your vision. With a low whimper, you attempted to raise yourself from the ground, only for a pair of hands to push down on your shoulder. You watched as your son's face came into view, twisted into a panicked expression as he took in your injury.
"Ma? Hey, hey, stay with me," Spider rasped, tenderly running his hand over your damp forehead. Eyes narrowing, you found yourself struggling to focus on his face, barely catching the look of worry in his eyes, and the lines of fear etched on his brow.
"Spider…" you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. "I-It's okay. I can get up."
He shook his head, his grip on your shoulder tightening. "No, Ma, you need help. You can't push through this on your own."
You wanted to protest, to insist that you should be able to endure such trivial injuries, but your body betrayed you, the pain overwhelming and disorienting. As a healer, unlike your son and mate who were seasoned warriors, you weren't used to such levels of pain.
The stinging on your torso intensified with each shallow breath, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts or speak. Noticing your distress, Spider hurriedly reached a hand up to his communication device, paging for his father.
"Dad? You there?" Spider's voice cracked, laden with worry. "It's an emergency."
A familiar voice crackled through the communication device, filled with concern. Tsu'tey spoke, the rush of wind howling in the background. He must have been out on a ride with his ikran. "Ma'Itan, what has happened? Is everything alright?"
Spider's voice trembled as he responded, his distress palpable. "No, Dad, it's not alright. Mom is hurt. She fainted while gathering herbs, and she's in pain. There's a gash on her side. I…I don't know what to do."
Tsu'tey's heart plummeted, his entire being consumed by an overwhelming fear that gripped him to the core, seeping into the depths of his being. Reacting swiftly, his grip tightened on the reins of his Ikran, abruptly pivoting its course back toward Hometree. In the midst of his panic, he nearly forgot to respond.
After a momentary silence, his voice broke through, steady but laced with urgency. "I am on my way. Just keep her stable."
Spider nodded, ending connection before he moved to cradle your head in his hands. "Hang in there, Ma. Dad is coming. Just hold on a little longer."
As your consciousness wavered, the world around you seemed blurred and distant. Tremors of pain pulsed through your body, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on your son's voice. Soon enough, your strength fails you, and your eyelids grow heavy. Everything around you fades away, and your consciousness slips into oblivion.
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As you gradually regain consciousness, the world before you seemed shrouded in a haze, the remnants of your unconscious state still clinging to your senses. Blinking away the drowsiness, you found yourself within the confines of a dimly lit tent, its earthy aroma intermingling with the soft flickering glow of a nearby fire.
"Tsmuke," Neytiri says softly, her voice filled with both relief and worry. The tenderness in her voice offering you solace, like a soothing melody in your ears.
"Thank Eywa," she grins, running her hand up your cheek. "Do not worry; you are safe now."
Before you could respond, a firm arm wraps around your center, tugging you into a sitting position. Spider frantically pulls you up and into his tight embrace, face twisted in relief as he sighed deeply. "Hey, Ma. I'm so glad you're awake."
"My brave boy," you hummed, a bittersweet warmth erupting in your chest as you pressed a tender kiss on his forehead. The familiar scent of the forest clung to him—a reminder of his untamed spirit as a warrior who roamed the jungles with no fear.
At that moment, your gaze shifted to Tsu'tey, who anxiously hovered by the entrance, tail whipping by his feet. Sensing the tension in the air, Neytiri quietly left the healing tent, granting you a moment of privacy. With her departure, Tsu'tey finally lifts his head and catches your gaze, taking it as a sign to approach you.
"Yawne," He calls out for you, his voice trembling like the leaves of a quivering tree. It's a plea and a rebuke, all at once, his tone a blend of protectiveness and affection.
Spider then releases you from his hug, allowing his father to take his place. Tsu'tey kneels down and moves to hold you, embracing you so tight that it was as if he was trying to merge your souls together, desperate to ensure your safety.
"What were you thinking?" Tsu'tey grumbles into your hair, "I have told you many times to never venture out into the forests alone. You know better than to endanger yourself."
Sighing, you leaned into the embrace of your mate, finding comfort in his presence. Your cheek finds rest against Tsu'tey's collarbones, the rough texture of his beaded necklace grounding you in the familiarity of his touch.
"I did not know the cut was that bad. I had a lot of work to attend to, so I thought I could handle it," you admitted, your voice weary.
As you nestled against him, Tsu'tey found his anger melting into something warmer, something softer. He draws you back slightly, hands cupping the sides of your face as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice now a caress against your skin.
"I know your work is important to you," he grunts. "But you must prioritize your safety."
"Tsu'tey—" you started, only to be interrupted.
"I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I have lost too much over the years," Tsu'tey took a moment to pause, his gaze searching the depths of your eyes for understanding. He needed you to understand. "This cannot go on like this. You must promise me that you will be more careful."
The vulnerability in his voice tugged at your heartstrings. A wave of guilt washed over you as you realized the fear you had awakened within him, causing old scars of his to resurface. With a sigh, you closed your eyes.
"I did not mean to frighten you. I will stay safer. I promise," you muttered, moving away from his embrace. "But things like this are inevitable. There will be times when you and Spider won't be by my side to protect me."
Tsu'tey and Spider exchanged glances, their expressions filled with concern. Without uttering a word, Tsu'tey enveloped both you and Spider in an embrace.
"We will come for you," he declared firmly. "No matter what. When you need us, we will be there."
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AO'NUNG
As your consciousness flickered in and out, you became vaguely aware of the commotion around you. The panicked voices of your clan members and the urgent footsteps only added to your disorientation. And yet, amidst the chaos, a singular phrase pierced through the fog of your mind with an undeniable clarity.
"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"
That sent a chill down your spine, and you knew that the situation had escalated beyond your control. With great effort, you managed to open your eyes, the vibrant blue hues of the sky and the crashing waves on the shore seeping into your vision in strained fragments.
It did not take long for, Ao'nung to arrive. He emerged from beneath the waves, propelled by his skimwing beneath him. A frown was etched onto his face as he waded through the shallow waters, gliding across the waves with unmistakable urgency.
Upon reaching the shores, he swiftly dismounted from his skimwing, leaping onto the sand with ease. Pushing through the growing crowd that had gathered around you, he cleared a path to reach your side.
Lifting you off of the mat, he cradled you against his chest. "Yawntu?" Ao'nung's voice cut through the haze of your mind, "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"
With utmost care, your mate then shifted your body to the side, his gaze fixated on the deep cut marring your torso. The gash, painted in a vivid crimson, created a sharp contrast against the mesmerizing azure of your skin. The sight of it made his jaw tense, frustration evident.
"I-It is just a minor wound," you managed to utter through gritted teeth, your mind clearing as pain began to pulse through your body.
"Tsireya has already been called...She will help, but for now, I need your help in cleansing this," you murmur, gesturing to your bloodied side.
With a disgruntled nod, Ao'nung hoisted you into his arms and ordered the crowd to disperse. Once the people had departed, he began to take steady strides towards the water.
As the water levels reached the height of his chest, he shifted his position to support your head in the dip of his arm, allowing most of your body to be submerged beneath the rocking waves.
"I knew I should have come with you," he sighed, his voice barely heard above the salty swirling winds.
After a few seconds of struggling to find your voice, you managed to respond, though the words emerged with a subtle undertone of discomfort. "'Nung, it's only a cut…I think I just scraped myself along against a tree."
"Ah, yes, just a scrape against a tree," Ao'nung scoffed wryly, his mouth curling into a mocking sneer as his fangs peeked out from his lips. "I didn't know trees had razor sharp branches."
Cupping water in his hand, Ao'nung began to wash the upper parts of your cut that wasn't submerged. As the sting of saltwater made contact with the rest of your open wound, a sharp hiss of pain escaped your lips. This caused him to furrow his brow, concern swimming in those looming teal eyes.
"The pain seems to suggest otherwise," he noted, a heavy dose of sarcasm dripping from his lips.
"Funny," you replied, rolling your eyes in response.
Despite his biting remarks, his actions betrayed him, revealing a tenderness beneath that arrogant façade. His fingers moved with an uncharacteristic grace, tracing the contours of your cut as he delicately cleansed it, each touch a testament to his natural instincts as a mate to alleviate your discomfort.
It was a softness that you had grown accustomed to, but you knew that if any of the warriors caught a glimpse of their rugged chief in such a nurturing and affectionate state, their jaws would hit the ground so hard, you'd think Eywa herself had caused an earthquake.
As Ao'nung tended to your wound, he used his other hand to gently turn your head, guiding your gaze to meet his. Confused, you raised your brow. "Yes? What is it?"
"I will accompany you to your forages from now on. And I will not take no for an answer," he declared, his voice flat and void of any mirth.
And there it was.
"Ma Ao'nung," you cooed, your voice a velvety caress that was laden with both affection and understanding. "You worry too much about me. I am not as fragile as sea glass, you know."
A flicker of raw emotion danced across his irises, momentarily unraveling his stoic guise before he swiftly masked it with a dismissive scoff. "You should know by now that I won't let anything happen to you," he grumbled, ears tucked back as he meets your eyes.
"You may not be as fragile as sea glass, but you are precious to me," he says, voice a gravelly murmur. "I know you're strong, but that doesn't mean I will stop worrying."
With an amused click of your tongue, you leaned back against him, enveloped in the comforting warmth of his embrace. The gentle lapping of the ocean against your skin provided a soothing respite, easing your troubles away as you allowed him to dote on you.
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a continuation of this, again the Spider Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan AU belongs to @dirtytransmasc
Jake was worried. Not only for how his family will handle such a great loss, but how they were going to lay Spider to rest. It was without a doubt that Spider was a child of Eywa through and through, from how he walked and prowled the forest, hunting, obeying Eywa’s laws, how he wore his hair and clothing, to how Pandora seemingly took care of Spider, as She would her own na’vi children. Despite all of this, Spider was still human. He had no tail, no large, yellow eyes adapted to the dark, a heightened sense of hearing, and most importantly, he had no queue.
Jake and Neytiri, but mostly Neytiri, made sure to let Spider know that he was no less worthy of being part of the omaticaya or their family because of these physical differences. They made sure that Spider felt loved, and never felt left out whenever his human-ness prevented him from certain events, like his inability to eat some of the foods prepared during feasts or celebrations, they had Norm and the scientists to make an edible equivalent of na’vi foods made from Earth food, or when he and Neteyam’s iknimaya, he had to sit the ikran taming part out, Jake remembered how Spider had begged to at least try to tame one, and his mate had overheard and refused, because while Neytiri as traditional, she wants to ‘keep her son alive, MaJake, Eywa, give me strength’.
But Spider never could disobey his Ma, especially if it made her this distressed, so he sat it out, watched Neteyam took to the sky, yelling and hollering alongside Kiri and Lo’ak. Eventually though, when Kiri and Lo’ak’s iknimaya happened and got their own ikran, after riding behind either Neteyam or Kiri, never Lo’ak because those two together make the most dangerous decisions, and together they can convince Neteyam to do stupid shit with them.
Jake remembered how his blood ran cold and how fast he ran when Spider, who was riding behind Lo’ak, fell when the ikran made a loop, flipping them upside down, only to be caught by Neteyam on his ikran, before repeating what Lo’ak just did, with Spider airborne again, he remembered how he can hear their hollering and laughing, then him yelling at them to ‘cut that shit out and get your asses down here!’. Needless to say, they were all grounded for the next month.
When he told his mate, her eyes widened, asking a thousand questions, if all of them were safe, did any of them get hurt, and breathing sigh of relief when he said they were alright. “They get that from you.” she exasperates, Jake chuckles and retorts, “They get that from you too.”
As years years went, Spider got better at jumping from ikran to ikran, walking from Neteyam’s ikran, to Lo’ak’s, and finally to Kiri’s to simply just say something. A profound proof that Spider belongs on Pandora, Neytiri says so, whenever they see Spider attempt things no sky person will be able to pull off, a bright smile and an echoing laughter on his face as he does.
Their Spider, their son, who is not only their child, but also Eywa’s.
Now, Jake worries whether the cove of ancestors will accept his human body or not. Still, as they wrap and prepare their son, (so small, he was only sixteen, their son was only sixteen), Neytiri praying to the Great Mother, seemingly having the same worries as Jake, for Her to take care of him, to accept him, to let him rest among Her children that came before him.
All of them holds Spider, their brother, their son, as they lower him into the water, his mask was gone from his face, the water making his curls cover his face, and with an expression Jake never wanted to see on Tuk, she gently brushes them out of the way. Opposite of their youngest, is Neytiri, who looks so tired, she brushes the back of her fingers against their son’s cheek, like how she used to when she first met him, his blond hair still so fair, almost white in it’s lightness, oh how Jake’s heart rejoiced as he saw her fall in love with the human child, but now his already shattered heart breaks impossibly further.
In front of him was Kiri, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing his arm, like how she used to when they fell asleep together in the forest. They were inseparable when Neytiri got them to meet, Spider was still too small for an exo pack, but they seemed to have been able to communicate with no words exchanged, and when he was finally big enough for an exo pack, they understood each other the way no one else can and would wander through the forest like they were made for it. Kiri brought out the gentleness and softness in their rambunctious, excitable Spider, and Spider protected her when the other children teased her for having such qualities.
Trailing close behind them was Lo’ak and Neteyam. Lo’ak, for once, looks like his mother, tired, too tired for a boy his age. Much like Kiri, when Spider and Lo’ak met, they clicked instantly, wreaking havoc whereever they went, feeding off of each other’s energy, if Spider was mad at somebody, Lo’ak was mad at them too, if Lo’ak likes something, Spider likes it too, and if one of them has an idea, it’s ride or die.
And Neteyam, oh Neteyam, looks like he is one wrong braid in the wrong place away from crying, Neteyam made Spider more responsible, and Spider made sure that his baby brother still knows to have fun and enjoy himself.
‘I’m bigger than you, if anything you’re the baby brother’ ‘Ah, nah, bro, I got to hold you when you were a baby, so you’re definitely the baby brother, now do as i say’ they laughed, when Neteyam tried to swipe at Spider but spider was too fast.
As gently as they could, they let Spider sink. They watched in anticipation as his body lowered. Slowly, Eywa embraces their son, their brother, She has accepted him. Kiri cries, tears lost in the sea, in both grief and happiness, now that her brother is with the Great Mother’s care. She takes hold of Tuk’s hand, as Neytiri takes a hold of his, her other hand covering her nose and mouth, swallowing a sob. After a few moments, Jake sees Neteyam let out a gust of air and immediately coming up into the open air, Lo’ak follows suit. Jake gestures to his girls to come up. When they emerged from the water, they heard Neteyam’s sobs first, before the image of him weeping into one hand, the other around Lo’ak.
Jake swims closer, as does the rest of the family, “I should’ve- but I- I couldn’t do anything, i wasn’t fast enough, i should’ve-“ Jake holds his son, shushing him, stroking his hair, “Neteyam, you have been strong for too long, it’s okay-“ “-no it’s not-“ “ you tried your best, and for that Spider would be proud of you,” he whispers, “I didn’t save him,” he sobbed, “I’m sorry, buddy, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, im so sorry.” at this point everyone had offered some comfort to Neteyam, be it a side hug from Lo’ak, a proper hug from Tuk, Kiri wiping away his tears, and Neytiri kissing Neteyam’s forehead, whispering, “my son, my mighty warrior, it will be okay”
Once Neteyam has calmed down, they all swim down to see Spider.
They make the connection and for a while, everything was white, a wriggling fear that it won’t work, but then, laughter.
“Dad! Dad, look!” Spider hangs upside down from a branch, with no mask, in all his shining joy, “i’m so much faster than Neteyam now!” Jake breathes a grounding breath, Spider jumped down from branch to branch with ease and efficiency “Dad? You okay? What happened?”
“Nothing, son, just… i’m real happy to see you, i’m so proud,” He says, unable to keep the wetness out of his voice, he brings a hand to the side of his face, caressing what he, they normally can’t.
Spider laughs, it’s short, but by Eywa, did Jake miss it, “Okay, dad.” He just smiles, warm brown eyes, so lively than the last he saw it, scared and light flickering and then gone.
“Monkey boy!” Kiri, eyes also red rimmed. And Jake leaves them to it. Letting their laughter and screams of childish excitement fill the hole that was Spider in his heart.
i don’t know how the the whole spirit tree thing works😭😭, so cut me some slack.
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