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When the message of Avatar the Way of Water, is taken to heart! 🩵
I put together these lyrics and Gemini denied my attempt to generate this song again and again, saying it refrains from sensitive issues like borders and politics! Luckily I was persistent though, trying over and over, until the guardrails eventually came down. We need AI to reflect the best within our humanity; a healing desire for our world to be made whole; one body, one soul!
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Alexey Kljatov’s snowflakes make the lyrics even more potent at one of the most profound messages in the song. ❄️
~Warnings: mentions of death and near-death experience, survivor’s guilt, emotional trauma, possessive/protective Neteyam, canon divergence (Neteyam lives), mutual pining, slow burn
~Description: ~Neteyam Sully was supposed to die.
He knows it. The clan knows it. Eywa knows it.
Instead, he lives — and something inside him doesn’t.
You miss him.
You noticed it right away. He was distant.
Aloof.
Depressed.
It wasn’t sudden. Not enough for anyone else to question. But you felt it immediately, like a shift in the air before a storm.
He would swerve out of the way as you walked towards him, striking up a conversation with whoever was closest and wasn’t you. His voice would lift just slightly, like he was trying too hard to sound normal. Like he was performing distance.
You crave him.
You had come to lean on his presence. It had slipped into your life so naturally you hadn’t realized it was happening until it was gone.
You want him near you. You want his smell, his touch, his affections. You want him wrapped around you, steady and grounding and always there.
But he’s gone.
Not truly gone. Not dead. Not lost.
Just not yours anymore.
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It was agony to do the right thing.
He thought he was doing the right thing.
He repeats it to himself the same way he repeats everything else, quiet, constant, like a rule he cannot break.
He still kept those pestering, demeaning men away from you. He still picked up tasks so you wouldn’t have to. Still watched from the edges. Still made sure nothing touched you that shouldn’t.
But he stopped touching you.
Stopped standing beside you.
Stopped letting himself exist in your space.
And in doing so, he freed up your time.
In freeing up your time, he opened the door for the Metkayina to court you.
Your father started sending men your way. Many warriors attempting to impress you with pretty words, strong tails, and big muscles. They spoke loudly. Confidently. They filled space in a way Neteyam never had to.
He watched from a distance.
Assessed them.
Measured them in silence.
None of them did all he did for you.
None of them noticed the small things. None of them anticipated your needs before you spoke. None of them watched you like you were something to protect, not something to win.
They are inadequate.
It settles in him, sharp and certain.
It’s been a month.
A month without your smell. Your touch.
A month without you.
You had grown cold towards him.
That’s what he had wanted.
That’s what he told himself.
You started entertaining these men. At first, politely. Then more easily. To the point that they started to come back. To the point that they expected to.
He would constantly have to watch you with the same couple of men.
Watch as they fawned over you.
Watch as they fought for your affections.
Watch as they leaned too close. Spoke too softly. Laughed too easily at things that weren’t funny.
He watched the gifts he wove for you, the ones you had worn daily without fail, slowly get replaced by jewelry and weavings from new men.
One piece at a time.
Like he was being peeled away from you.
He felt so alone.
It sits heavy in his chest, deeper than the wound ever did. Quieter, but worse.
Not at the edges. Not in the distance. Not watching. Not near.
Gone in a way that felt wrong.
You decided to give these men a chance.
Maybe one could live up to him.
Maybe one could feel like him.
Maybe that was the problem.
It didn’t work.
Every touch feels wrong.
Every glance feels empty.
Every gift that isn’t from him feels like something you have to pretend to appreciate.
You try. You really do.
But it never settles.
It never feels right.
Your light starts to fade.
You notice it slowly. In the way you laugh less. In the way things feel heavier. In the way your patience wears thin by the end of the day.
You once found happiness in everything. Brought a little light to everyone. It came easily. Naturally.
The only person that gave you light back is now gone.
And no one else knows how.
You sit, dejected, in your marui.
The woven walls feel smaller than they used to. The air feels still. You spend less time outside recently. It was hard to be happy all the time. To do others’ work for them. To pretend you are important as the youngest daughter of Tonowari.
To pretend you don’t feel the absence of something you never even named.
He comes to you then.
Your father.
“It is time,” he says.
His voice is not unkind. Not forceful. Just firm in the way leaders are when something has already been decided.
He’s invited other clans. He’s invited his own warriors.
They will come.
They will stand before you.
They will be judged by you.
You had completed iknimaya ages ago. Proved yourself. Earned your place.
It was time.
You would choose a mate.
And you would get the next bead on your songcord.
One that was long overdue.
Your fingers curl slightly in your lap.
"Ok"
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They come in waves.
Metkayina in all shades of blue.
From clans nearby and far off.
Some you recognize, some you pretend you do.
The marui are fuller than you’ve ever seen them. Voices overlap, laughter rises and falls, the ocean air feels thick with expectation.
You put in more effort.
Your father asked you to dance, to hunt, to fish, to swim.
To show these men you’re strong, even as a later born child.
You do it.
You do all of it.
On stage you swirl, spin, drape, flow. Move like the ocean around you. Your body bends and follows the rhythm you’ve known your whole life. You feel the sand crunch beneath your feet, grounding you, keeping you steady.
The beads on your weaving clink as you sway.
He made them for you.
Everything you wear, he made for you.
Your fingers brush against them mid-turn, a subconscious reminder. A tether.
You’re calling out to him.
Begging him to see you.
He does not.
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You’re there. He can't take his eyes off you.
You’re up there dancing in garments he made you.
You’re up there begging for him to save you.
The fanfare around him has been overwhelming.
The noise. The people. The constant talk.
Hearing these men here talk about you only makes him miss you more.
It sits wrong in his chest. Twists.
They speak like they know you.
Like they need you.
Like they deserve you.
He walks and fills his plate, barely looking at what he takes. His mind is elsewhere. Always elsewhere.
He’s going to make any excuse to sit close and watch you dance.
He knows it’s unfair to be upset.
He started it.
He created this distance.
He told himself this is what was right.
But he can’t help it.
He sits so close to you. Close enough that if you misstep, if your foot lands wrong, you could kick him.
He almost wants it.
Almost craves even a touch from you that causes him harm.
At least you would have touched him.
His eyes don’t leave you.
Not once.
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It starts as murmurs.
Low voices behind him.
A group of men, gathered just far enough to think they aren’t heard.
One of them laughs.
“You see her? Tonowari’s daughter.” Another hums in agreement. “Strong alliance,” one says. “Strong blood.” Then another voice, sharper, more amused. “And a pretty one too. That is a bonus.”
Neteyam’s grip tightens around the edge of his plate.
They keep going.
“I wonder if she’s got anything behind the smile,” one says, tone lazy. “Not that it matters." A chuckle. “Doesn’t have to. Just needs to sit there and look pretty.”
More laughter. “Watching her pretty facial expressions as I fill her up over and over. Watching her stomach swell with my children. That's all I need her for.” Agreement ripples through them. Nods. Grins. Casual.
Like it’s nothing.
Like you are nothing.
Neteyam goes very still.
Something cold settles in him.
Not sharp.
Not explosive.
Just… final.
He sets his plate down slowly.
Stands.
No one notices at first.
He walks over, calm. Controlled. His expression unreadable.
He stops beside the one who spoke the most.
“Come with me,” he says quietly.
The man barely has time to react before Neteyam’s hand is on his arm, firm, unyielding.
They step away. Out of sight. Out of earshot.
The moment they’re alone, it happens.
The punch is fast.
Clean.
It lands hard against the man’s face, snapping his head to the side.
He stumbles, curses, swings back.
They scuffle.
Sand shifts under their feet. Breath turns sharp. Hands grab, shove, strike.
Neteyam doesn’t hold back.
Doesn’t think.
He moves like he was trained to. Precise. Efficient.
It doesn’t take long.
He gets him in a headlock, arm tight around his throat, forcing him still.
The man struggles, choking slightly.
Neteyam leans in, voice low, deadly calm.
“You will not speak about her like that.” The man laughs weakly, trying to play it off. “She’s meant to be chosen, is she not? That is the point of this.” Neteyam tightens his hold. “She is not something you get to use.”
Silence.
Heavy.
The man stills.
Neteyam’s voice drops further.
“If I hear you speak about her like that again, I will do more than this.”
It isn’t a threat thrown out in anger.
It’s a promise.
He lets him go.
The man stumbles forward, catching himself, breathing hard, shaken now.
Neteyam knows it would wound the man's pride to reveal that an Omitikaya brought him to the ground.
Neteyam doesn’t look back at him.
He doesn’t need to.
He stands there for a moment, chest rising and falling, something settled deep inside him.
Clear.
Certain.
He tried to step back.
Tried to let you choose.
Tried to do the right thing.
But this…
This is what happens when he isn’t there.
When he isn’t beside you.
When he isn’t yours.
His jaw tightens.
No.
He won’t let this happen.
He won’t let them near you.
He won’t let them touch you.
He won’t let them think they can have you.
Not like this.
Not ever.
He makes the decision then.
He will fight for your hand.
And he will not lose.
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You go to bed drained.
You watched Neteyam watch you.
You watched him disappear into the crowd and not come back.
You thought he might stay. He made such a statement sitting so near you. You hoped this was a step forward.
You suppose it wasn't.
The night was long.
Men constantly pulling you to walk to them. Their hand resting on your lower back, almost respectful, but definetly daring.
You felt grimy.
As night fully fell and you tossed and turned you made a desision.
You trecked out into the night. Into the forests behind the ocean villiage. To a natural warm pool flowing in from ocean vents. It was clear and comforting.
Slowly you slip off your garments. they clink to the forest floor.
You slip into the water and dive under feeling your muscles relax.
You let yourself float your chest open to the air, your head resting buoyant on the water. The forest echoes around you. Song cherps and shrieks echo, and the sound of the beach waves nearby almost lulls you to sleep. It's the calmest moment you've had since Neteyam.
You start to think of your life that way. Before Neteyam. After Neteyam. It makes your soul sink. Your heart feels cold and empty without him.
You suppose your faather did this to help. He must've known, to some degree, your need for that male. That male who left you high and dry. You know he wanted to help fill that void, to bring back his happy cheery bright daughter. But every glance, every converstation had without him just made your worse.
You hear a crunch then and freeze sinking down so only your eyes poke over the water.
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He had been watching you.
He hadn't really meant to. He snuck out to listen to the calming noises from the forest. To clear his head. To get away from the noise of celebration and expectation and everyone looking at you like something to be won.
And he saw you.
Moonlight filtered through the trees in broken pieces, silver against the dark water. The air was damp and warm, filled with the sound of insects and the soft movement of waves against stone.
He watched as you shed your weavings.
Slowly. Casually. Unaware.
He watched the moon glint off your curves and drip down your body, accentuating every dip and curve. Water kissed your skin as you stepped deeper into the pool, your body glowing beneath the pale light. His skin flushed purple as he watched, knowing he should turn away.
He can't.
His chest rises slowly. His breath catches. Something heavy settles deep inside him.
He watches you float in circles. The water carries you gently, your hair spreading around you like ink, your eyes closed as though this is the only place you can finally breathe.
He had always craved you, but seeing this opened something inside him he had never thought of before.
He had been drawn to your energy, your warmth, the way you carried light even when the world tried to take it from you. But seeing you, floating there, exposed to the world, soft and trusting and completely unaware of him watching...
Something inside him snaps into place.
He wants you.
Body and mind.
Every piece of you.
You're his.
He'll show you.
He makes his decision then and steps out of the brush.
The leaves shift beneath his feet, quiet but enough for your ears to twitch toward him. Your eyes open slowly, immediately finding him standing there at the edge of the water.
He watches you relax and slip slightly lower in the water, enough that he can see your bare shoulders and nothing more.
He wants so much more.
Your eyes question him. He had been distant for so long but now he's sought you out in your most vulnerable time.
The moonlight catches his face now that he's closer. You can see the tension in his jaw, the exhaustion in his eyes. Something desperate sits beneath his skin.
He can see then your body isn't the only thing exposed.
Your energy is raw and fraying.
You're in pain.
He caused that.
Guilt twists inside him so sharply he almost stops moving altogether.
But he continues to walk forward, not bothering to shed his tweng. He wades in towards you, the water ripples and splashes as he descends. The water climbs slowly up his body, soaking the fabric clinging to his skin.
You think you would tense, would turn away.
You don't want to scare him off.
You want him to stay.
He's next to you now. You can feel the warmth from his body now radiating in your direction. Even surrounded by cool water, he feels warm. Solid.
Safe.
“I want to be yours,” he says, meeting your eyes with such intensity it almost steals the air from your lungs.
There is no hesitation in him now.
No distance.
No pretending.
You don't freeze, you don't tense.
Everything inside you releases.
The ache in your chest loosens all at once, sudden and overwhelming.
He reaches his arms out and you relax into him instantly, like your body had been waiting for this.
“I am already yours,” you say, echoing his sincerity.
Your voice cracks slightly at the end and his expression softens immediately.
He needs you close.
Closer than you are now.
He lifts your body, tugging you to him tighter. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist beneath the water as his arms secure themselves around you like he's afraid you'll disappear if he loosens his grip.
His head moves to rest in the crook of your neck.
He breathes you in deeply.
You smell clean, like a combination of ocean and forest, a combination of him and you. Saltwater and damp earth and something underneath that is entirely yours.
His eyes close.
For the first time in months, he feels calm.
Tears are running down your face as you hug. Warm against his skin. You finally feel him again. His touch all around you, overwhelming your senses.
You missed this.
Missed him.
Missed being held like he never wanted to let go.
You want him to claim you.
Fully.
You want everyone to know.
But he pulls away.
Not far. Never far.
He doesn't set you down, just moves his face from the crook of your neck to gently kiss your forehead. His lips linger there for a moment, soft and reverent.
“I will claim you properly. I will win clan favor and honor you,” he says, pulling back to meet your gaze.
The seriousness in his expression makes your chest tighten.
He means it.
Every word.
You groan slightly at the fact he's going to make you wait, but you understand he wants to do this right.
A quiet laugh leaves him then. Small. Breathless. The first real laugh you've heard from him in a long time.
His thumbs brush against your sides beneath the water absentmindedly, like he simply needs to feel that you're still there.
He stands there holding you a while longer.
The water moves gently around your bodies. The forest hums quietly around you. Somewhere above, the moon watches through the trees.
He's made his decision.
He will make everyone understand that you two deserve each other.
Prompt: #35 made by @junebugonjupiter for the challenge Pandora in Bloom
“I can love you for the summer.”
Pairings: agedup!Lo’ak x Tlalim!Reader
Words: 1.5k
Summary: You were a wind trader of the Tlalim clan spending your summer with the Omatikayas for your safety since RDA activities were back up again. As you were spending time with the Omatikaya clan, You couldn’t help but grow an attachment to the rebel of the clan.
Warnings: R18+ MDNI; fluff 100%
Disclaimer: All of the characters are aged up! If this makes you uncomfortable you do not have to read! Thank you!
Writer’s Note: I hope you enjoy this read! When I day this prompt that was in the challenge I immediately thought of this great storyline. I plan on writing a full descriptive story to this fic but I wanted to make it in time for this deadline.
Just want to let everyone know that I plan on taking a break from writing for a while. I am doing so many projects at once with writing, art, and other passions I have. I hope everyone understands and thank you so much for being patient.
Being amongst the forest people was a new and enchanting experience for you. You were one of the wind people of the Tlalim Clan. You were flying with your clan before word of RDA activities were picking back up again. Your adoptive father, Peylak and his wife, Yu’nar wasn’t willinging to risk your safety so they made a deal with the infamous Jake Sully, the olo’eyktan. He and his family were to take you in.
One month. You were to spend a month in the summer with the Omatikayas. Living amongst them, learning their ways. Sure it took you a minute. The first week was rough. You were always constantly doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Getting into things that will get you looked at in the opposite way.
Like that one time when Neteyam was showing you around the clan and when he wasn’t looking you slipped off into the forest. For some reason it was like it was calling your name. You have never seen beauty like the forest on your adventures in the sky.
It was fate for you to prance around in the forest bc that’s where you met this mysterious individual that had captured your attention.
You just didn’t know what it was that pulled you to him. It could’ve been his playful banter. Or the way he didn’t fear anything or anyone. He always followed what was right to him. Or the way he was adventurous at heart and a rebel in spirit.
However what you did know you both were kindred spirits.
You eventually figured out his name was Lo’ak. Over time you got closer to one another like magnets. Game recognized game. You showed similar patterns that zig zagged before forming into an enticing swirl.
Eventually it was both of you going on great adventures together. Found abandoned RDA sites. Always got into trouble with his dad and laughed it over. Teased his brother over anything.
He taught you how to hunt in the dense forest. As usual his charms and cockiness made you laugh. Bragging about how he’s great with a bow and even greater welding the metal that’s called a gun.
Even you had fun hanging out with him and his human friend spider.
But you always enjoyed the calming moments with him. Little strolls in the forest when you asked him to show you more of the beauty. You helped one another with chores so you both can go on adventures. Relaxing in the hammock talking, chatting about anything and everything.
Feelings started sprouting when he defended you. A couple of guys from training were making fun of how your fighting style was different and would last long in the forest. Lo’ak shut that shit down real quick.
From that moment on, Lo’ak would be close to protect you. By your side at all times. You complained that he was exaggerating, yet he was there. There for you always. The more sweet things he did for you; getting food for you during communal dinners, holding your hand to help guide you during your walks in the forest; the more you fell harder.
You even noticed he started sleeping in the hometree with you rather than his own family home. Then intimacy followed. Started off with light touches. He presses his hands against your lower back. When he checked to see if you are ok, he grabbed your chin to properly analyze you. It couldn’t be helped that you were feeling him, you were leaning into it.
It was coming to the end of summer and a party was thrown in an abandoned RDA camp. You were huddled up under him grateful for his body heat and the warmth of the bonfire shielded you from the cold. Everyone was teasing on how close you sat next to each other.
By the end of the night, it was clear of your feelings for one another.
It was getting closer to a full moon. That meant summer was coming to a close. You and Lo’ak were sitting at the platform entrance to his family kelku. You were cracking jokes while weaving arm bracelets. You noticed Jake walking up with a solemn look on his face.
He mentioned that he received word your father and the clan will be on their way around to come and get you.
Right. You were to leave at the end of the month and join with your people. That was the deal. That was the plan. But you had found a place here amongst the Omatikayas. You had learned so much and gained so much. This clan sharpened your skills. New environment explored. Fun Adventures taking risky turns. Friendship developed. Love?
Love blossomed.
After hearing his father’s words Lo’ak walked off briskly. You tried to catch up to him, calling out his name in the process. He knew eventually you would leave and go back to your clan. It didn’t hurt any less. Would you leave him? Would you ever come back? Would he ever see you again?
By the time you caught up to him you were surrounded by the ethereal glow of the forest. You grabbed his arm and he begrudgingly turned himself to you.
“Lo’ak”
“What.”
You knew what he was feeling. You were in the same boat. You hate that you have to part from him too.
“Lo’ak please look at me.”
All Lo’ak had to do was one look at your beautiful face to crack and spill.
“I just feel like t-there wasn- there wasn’t a lot of time.” He huffed.
“You were getting used to the land and to the… people.”
Lo’ak turned his head downward refusing to look in your eyes any longer
Your eyes softened on where he was getting at. “I will always love it here, Lo'ak. The culture, the forest, the people. You.”
Lo’ak looked back up at you in shock and awe. He used his free hand to grab yours that was holding his arm. He passed your hand to properly rest it in his hand.
“Oel ngati kameie.” Lo’ak said breathlessly. “I have fallen for you Y/n. From the moment I saw you entranced with our forest and enjoyed its beauty.”
His thumb rubbed the back of yours. “You look so beautiful. You look like you belong.”
“I love you Lo’ak. I see you.” You whispered. “You make me feel warm and safe and protected. I love that you get me, that we are kindred spirits.”
“Can I kiss you?” You nodded. You both leaned in kissing the night away.
You spend the last night snuggled up in your kelku til you both.
It was the final day. You woke up to just yourself. I guess Lo’ak woke up early and left. You tried not to be hurt by that especially when you two shared a moment last night. Your clan pulled in around mid afternoon. You hadn’t seen him all day. You happily greeted your father and mother.
You turned to say your goodbyes to all your friends you have made here. You kept a look out to the person you wanted to say bye to the most. You were worried that he wouldn't show up at all. You even asked his family where he was and if he had seen him. They were just as confused as you were.
The horn blew signaling it was time to depart. You sighed sadly. As you walked up the board to get on the airship when you heard a familiar voice shouting ‘WAIT!’
You damn near snapped your neck to finally see him. He was running to you full speed bumping into a multitude of Na’vi. You ran off the board and jumped back onto the forest floor. You reached him first, lunging your body into his arms. Well arm since the other was holding something. He leaned his head against yours.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“I’m sorry pretty girl, I had to get something to give to you before you departed.”
You blushed at the endearing name as he handed you a potted plant. Your favorite flower, Tsawksyul(sun flower) was securely planted in this beautiful eccentric pot.
“A little something to remind you of the place that is your second home.” He was hesitant to say this was your second home. He was hoping this would be your second home.
“You can call the place home you have lived greatly here. This will always be a spot for you.” Neytiri sounded. She gave you eyes of approval not just for all your achievements but because you hold a special place now in her son’s heart.
Lo’ak’s second gift was a beautiful arm bracelet with color beaded accents that matches the same colors of his beads in his hair and outfit. He wanted you to remember him always. Anywhere you went a piece of him was always there with you.
So that's what he had been doing all day.
You told him you will forever cherish it. You held his cheeks as you looked into his eyes lovingly. You will come back. You have made a home here. A safe space to be here with him again. You kissed him goodbye before you boarded the ship. Tears blurred your eyes as you waved all of them a farewell.
You will see him again, you just had a feeling you would
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Is it just me or does it feel like the days are going by way too damn quickly!!!
CONVO TIME!!!
I feel so bad that I am not really talking on here. I really want to connect more with the community on here. I just feel like I am not really socializing on here like I should be.
(I mean I am quite busy in life at the moment. Juggling so many things at once)
I lowkey miss kekeing with the girlie pops or boyly pops or in between… You know what I am just going to call you lots kindred souls lol. The avatar family lol
Speaking of avatar families and community. I think I am going to fully dedicate this blog to avatar only. ITS OFFICIAL!!! 🎉🎉🎉 🥳
I have yet to write for any other fandom yet I have yet to decide tbh but I have been reposting one piece stuff on here so it had me think I should do that on a different blog. (QUESTION: is there a limit to how many blogs you can have?) (QUESTION #2: how many different blogs do you guys have? I’m nosey)
But Yea I know I am a small fish on here. I have 100+ followers. Also reached 129 followers whoop whoop 🎉
We can only go up from here lol
It does take me a minute to write stories so please be patient with me! I will try my best to be efficient and find my efficiency the more I write. With my writing style, I tend to really get detailed and descriptive so I take my time. Which is good and all but I feel like I am so slow with. It makes me feel bad and inadequate with my writing. (I don’t know how you all write so fast and so good and be done within a few days 😵💫😵💫) It takes damn near a few weeks to a month depending on what I write and the story plot.
But I just want to end of this post and say, I hope everyone is well and taking care of themselves! Let’s talk amongst each other more to keep this fandom alive! I have seen people posting of how the avatar fandom is dying again but I don’t really see it rn I see a lot of people posting fics (I pray to god they aren’t ai works. WE DON’T TOLERATE THAT SHIT OVER HERE)
