Yup Yup- Gorgeous Ao'nung

Yup yup- gorgeous ao'nung 😔❤️

long hair

Okay maybe I got to carried with the manhwa and all stuff but imagines okay, imagines..

Readers have been living with sully's family and then so suddenly they died because of well, sky people. And at the same time they remembers that they actually still did not live their life to the fullest so before they closed their eyes, the last thing they said to the character is "if I live in the next life... Let's be the happiest and change everything..together"

Well, here's what it is. What if reader got to go back in time before everything happened. Before every chaos happened. Maybe like before jake got serious with teyyam position or maybe they will try to follow lo'ak troubles antics and at last they got to change their fate by saving their family earlier.

But as eywa fate (I mean most of us should know) that life will need to pay with live. So maybe before the reader got to go back in time just maybe they talk with eywa and they say like give them a last chance to change their family fates and eywa gave them? But in order to do that after everything is finished she needs to die back because her time has actually already come. So the reader agreed.

The Sully's is so confused why with their way of acting so matured and why the reader did not act like their self usually does. And the only one who will come and try to confront is teyyam because the reader is hs favourite among the siblings (dont tell tuk) and he wants to get to the bottom of it.

So he asked but the only thing the reader said was "This is the end of my chapter even though my story never started before" and teyyam was hella confused. Like what the hell of this nonsense as if they're gonna die?

And the next day probably the day reader got clingy with jake and Jake did the same thing to the reader because honestly he missed these few things too. I like playing and laughing together. Same with Loak, kiri, tuk and neytiri. All of them spend time together and end the day with cuddling until they are asleep.

And the next day when neteyam woke up he felt weird because as always the reader was gonna be the first one to wake up and he tried to wake them up thinking that maybe they were just over asleep. But as he was shaking the reader's body his face changed when he realized that his sibling body had already turned cold as if being in the freezer.

And that's when neteyam realized what they said when he asked what was going on. And the only thing he can say when he sees his favourite sibling go back to eywa is "Your chapter already started before your story got to begin. Now lets end the chapter and open a new book"

Ok Im not good with english but if anybody wants to write these stories please tell me because Im too afraid to write it since my grammar just sucks af

I'm not an author but just wanna say that please respect other opinions okay? There's always a must have reason why they don't want to write your request and they already say why. Some of my requests have been rejected and I'm fine with it because I know not everyone can write what we are comfortable with. So please respect each other.

not you saying you won’t age up character or do smut yet write a sexual tension shit ☠️

PLEASE READ! (I think I speak for all authors when I say this)

Why are y’all so mad about the fact that I, a minor, don’t want to write smut about minors? It’s actually creepy and uncomfortable. Sexual tension means tension between two people that aren’t lovers yet but know they both want each other—the word “sexual” doesn’t always equal smut or lust. I can’t believe I even have to explain this. Saying this anonymously to complain about how I disagree to write smut about minors and trying to pin me as a hypocrite is so pathetic. I had three people calling me disgusting and a pedophile when I’ve never wrote smut nor anything leading up to it. I don’t care if a minor wants to write smut, you do you. Me, personally, I don’t want to. It’s uncomfortable. And it’s so weird when adults request minors aged up to request plots like smut and pregnancy. That’s why I don’t allow requesting aged up characters.

I was a fanfic author on Wattpad, @/honeyshoyo. My fanfics blew up and I got a lot of reads, but I had so many comments disrespecting my culture, my language, or hating in general, so I just quit writing.

I came onto tumblr because I wanted to start fresh away from Wattpad, seeing all the minifics and oneshots and amazing authors on here, but seeing these type of comments so early on into the start of this account is honestly concerning. Writing becomes not fun anymore when people on the internet who don’t even know me try to paint me as a pedophile or a hypocrite. It’s annoying and disgusting.

If you’re an author, I beg of you to repost this because I know damn well I’m not the only one EXHAUSTED of this unnecessary hate.

Hence, I’m going on hiatus for a while, I don’t even know if I’ll ever come back. Sorry for all the requests, I’ll get back to it whenever if I ever feel like it.

I think I just put some comments about wanting part 4 dang 😭😭

❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐒 (4)

synopsis — eywa does not take sides; she protects only the balance of life.

pairings — platonic!sullys x adoptee!reader

notes — more language than previous parts... angst? and also it's really long and! if you see any mistakes no you didnt

you ripped through the bushes, bounding over the large roots of the trees, willing your feet to carry you as far as possible from the nightmare that was behind you.

you do not get to speak here.

those words alone made anger swell in your body. it was infuriating because ao'nung was fucking right. you're not na'vi. you're human, and everything that word represents. you absolutely despise it.

you ran hard and fast until the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat. you heaved out a choking gasp, your body vibrating with emotion you didn't know how to deal with. you went into overdrive, panting rapidly as thoughts raced through your head a mile a minute.

you hated humans. hated how they sent the worst possible people to engage with a new society and culture, the most ungrateful souls to appreciate the beauty that is pandora. hated their guns. hated their ships. hated their fucking drills and their mining and their hunting. stars, you wanted to claw the eyes out of all those old businessmen and feed it to—

you laughed hollowly to yourself. it was a sound with no joy. you sounded like your mom.

except... she wasn't your mom. not really.

you aren't navi. even with the honorary title.

you are human.

you hated humans.

you hated... yourself.

you stared, wide-eyed with pressed lips, at the luminescent trunk beneath you. you hated yourself.

with a shout of rage, you punched the bark, driving your fist forward with the weight of the new conviction. the harsh surface cut your skin, the passing wind merrily whistling by, as if laughing at the sour, red reminder dripping down your arm.

the gut-wrenching scream evolved into a whimper. your legs felt weak as they wobbled underneath you, shaken by the sobs wreaking through your body. hot, ugly tears streamed down your face. you grabbed at your arms, pulling brutally at the skin with the hope of ripping it all off.

"i'm useless!" you wailed, knocking your head against the wood of the tree. "i'm—" you choked on the sadness leaving you, "useless..."

you hated how you, literally, stood as ao'nung and his posse berated your siblings, unable to do anything to protect them. you couldn't call yourself the eldest if you can't diffuse a situation like that. neteyam... you whimpered, meekly trekking deeper into the forest. neteyam will take good care of them.

better than you did.

you sniffed, rubbing your cheeks of tears until they burned with a sensation only despair and anger could give.

a part of you wanted to run to your dad—to jake, because he would stroke your head, thumb your cheeks... he'd press a kiss on your forehead and... your lips quivered. he'd say, "everything's going to be fine, baby." i'm real proud of you, okay?

proud of what? proud of how you're a physical hinderance to their survival? proud of how you bring shame to their otherwise noble family? proud of how you require defending in almost every situation you encounter? you wanted to yell into the darkness, but your sore throat wouldn't allow it.

did you deserve such comfort? after bringing discourse to the family for merely existing? you heard what ao'nung said. the sullys have brought a thief!

you just wanted to help.

you ground your teeth with an intensity that almost knocked one loose. what a cruel twist of fate, to be a part of a family that could never be truly yours.

your breathing had calmed, regressing to occasional hiccups and burst of tears. there is no fate, a voice said in your head; neytiri's. only eywa, my love.

you never stopped to think whether of not eywa listened to you; despite being human, you felt her presence and guiding hand pushing you forward to connect with this world that became your home. it wasn't her fault that those connections were always faulty and resulted in a hard slap of reality.

you glanced up at the sky. you felt the thrum of the land... the hum of the wind. pandora was your home. eywa was your great mother. the na'vi just... weren't your people, as the course of life has proved to you over, and over again.

but, stars, did you want them to be.

you inhaled sharply. longing prickled your eyes with tears, and loneliness triggered the hurt in your throat. you wanted to be na'vi.

fresh tears renewed the stains from before. your eyes flitted from star to star. you exhaled slowly. you really wanted to be na'vi.

you wanted the prowess of neytiri. you wanted the strength of jake. you wanted belonging. to be able to look at neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, and tuk and see yourself. to stop pretending that the running height difference joke was just another way of compensating for your alien presence. you couldn't stand being a demon any longer.

"great mother," the words barely left you, but you knew she heard you. your eyes fluttered shut.

"is it too much..." stars, you couldn't stop crying. "is it too much to ask to be more like my family?"

you expected the silent reply. you didn't expect it to break you further. still, you thanked her. "i would be forever grateful... if you gave me a chance."

well. you cradled your scraped hand, now tuning into the blood running down to your elbow. you didn't want to go back. you had no right. jake should have left you in the mountains to avoid all of this, and maybe the kids could have gotten a little more respect around the village—

suddenly, leaves, twigs, and sand began to fly into your face. sputtering, you shielded your eyes, your head pounding in beat with the helicopter blades.

helicopter blades?

you stood, frozen in fear, as you thought—the rda? why are they all the way out here— before you could even finish your thought, you were running. you prayed to eywa they hadn't seen you. you needed to warn jake.

(. . .)

lyle chewed on nothing in an attempt to look cool, his newly heightened senses picking up on an abnormal noises in the forest below. "hey, boss."

quaritch turned to him. "what?"

lyle nodded towards the foliage, using binoculars to get a better view of what he was hearing. "there's someone running out there."

quaritch snatched the binoculars from him, peering through them himself. "'s probably just some animal or somethin. oh—now, hold on a minute here," an evil grin spread onto his face. "now, that's really something. i thought they had gone home like the rest of 'em."

lyle raised an eyebrow and dumbly asked, "who, sir?"

quaritch clicked his tongue and threw the tool at his subordinate's face. "you worked the closest with trudy, you should fucking know." he leaned towards the cockpit and barked, "take us down!"

knowing jake and his oh-so-good spirit, quaritch reasoned, i bet that kid's gonna mean a lot to him.

the blades cut through some trees, but whatever. quaritch was excited. his plan was finally getting somewhere. he turned to his squad. "you find that kid, you grab 'em and you bring 'em back here, understood?"

"and if they resist?"

quaritch scoffed, turning away and rubbing his eyes. "beat them up or somethin, i dunno. just don't kill them. that's leverage."

(. . .)

you were exhausted.

your legs couldn't go another step; they'd give out for sure. but you had to keep going. you'd drag yourself there if you had to—jake and his family were in trouble.

you heard whoops of excitement behind you, and you heart immediately sank. as if to rub it in, your foot caught on a root and you fell weirdly, surely spraining it.

"shit!" you exclaimed, seething at the sharp pain. your actions to get up stopped abruptly when you heard the clicking of guns.

"now, sweetheart, we're gonna take you in." one of the soldiers smiled, the others reflecting a similar joy in this hunt.

you were confused—they were na'vi? no, avatars.

"get up," another grabbed your arm, yanking you towards them.

crack!

you screamed in pain and the avatars shared looks. you caught some of their chatter: that didn't sound good. who cares? at least they won't be able to run away.

your eyes burned with tiredness as your body fell numb to your senses. your vision went black.

"oh! lights out." laughter was the last thing you remembered.

(. . .)

neytiri was livid. jake was distraught.

they skillfully tread through the forest, quiet in contemplation. they felt too much, too strongly, to be able to have a proper conversation about anything.

he knelt down to a nearby tree, brushing his fingers against the roots and ground. he brought them up to catch the light. jake felt something rip his chest open and snatch his heart away.

they were red. with blood, human blood.

neytiri gasped sharply at the sight, and the two shared a look that confirmed the fear they had. jake glared into the far reaches of the forest, both parents' ears perking up as they saw a helicopter leave the area.

"y/n!" neytiri shrieked in horror, sprinting towards the ship. jake caught up to her and held her back, tightening his arms around to comfort her... and him, as well.

"no use," jake whispered, hating the words that left his mouth. "they're gone."

you had one job, jake.

"we need to—!" neytiri yelled into his chest, her eyes still focused on the little black dot in the sky.

"we will." a fire was lit inside of jake, one that he'd only experience in spells before. "we will."

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JUST NETEYAM | neteyam x reader

pairing: olo'eyktan!neteyam x f!reader

summary: despite being from a different clan and expected to marry the leader of the omatikaya without knowing him, you agree to it for the sake of your family, but doubts start haunting you the moment you set foot in the clan, causing you to plan your escape on the day of your mating ceremony.

word count: 8k

warnings: arranged marriage trope, fluffffff, love-at-first-sight kinda thing, a bit of angst in the beginning, traditions, non-sexual nudity, prejudiced reader, royal neteyam, he is just such a prince it’s unreal!!

note: all characters are aged up by five years. the title eyktan/eykte (leader) being unofficially reserved for the olo'eyktan (clan leader)’s mate made sense to me since both are supposed to rule together. please correct me if i’m wrong. see end notes for more.

* gif‘s not mine.

You will learn to love her. He remembered his mother’s voice, and he recalled the vast expanse of the sky, where billowing clouds danced gracefully and the wind embraced him with gentle caresses. The sky, like an endless canvas, painted in hues of blue, purple, and gold, held a beauty that stirred his soul. 

Instead of roaring waves crashing against the cliffs, he witnessed the majestic flight of ikrans, soaring high above the jagged peaks. Their wings, strong and mighty, carried him through the heavens, as if he were a part of their elegant dance. Gone were the humpbacked sea surfaces, replaced by the boundless freedom of the open sky. The white foam, once adorning the ocean’s crown, now transformed into fluffy clouds, resembling intricately woven blankets. It was as if the heavens themselves provided a soft embrace, offering comfort and warmth.

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