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Gotta tell you guys something wild in the Chinese fan sphere
So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.
So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.
And that is how this charity received over 1 million in donations in three days lol. Oh btw the “freedom of expression” side won by a landslide (960k to 40k)
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hey everyone! I just posted Chapter 10 of All Lovely Things. I hope you all enjoy 💙
Read here.
Here's a snippet:
When she was done, she swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but there were still crumbs around her mouth.
“Uh … Annie?” he said. “You’ve got …”
He gestured to his own face, and she got what he meant and hurriedly wiped her face, but she still missed some of the crumbs from the cone.
“Stay still,” he said, and reached out to brush the crumbs away himself.
It only took a moment, but the motion reminded him of how nice it was to just touch her face. Her skin was so soft.
A rare stillness where survival gives way to feeling, and connection becomes the only thing loud enough to matter. Not peace, but the absence of noise long enough to remember what was worth protecting.
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Pairing: Jake x Neytiri | Jeytiri
Warning/tags: explicit smut, angst, fluff, comfort, unsafe sex, cumming inside, belly bulge, p in v sex, dirty talk, size difference, tit play
Word count: 2k
Skxwang- Idiot/Moron
Yawne - Beloved
Nga yawne lu oer - I love you
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The quiet of Pandora stretched across the shoreline, engulfing the sleeping bodies of the Metkayina. The soft murmur of the wind moving over the water was the only thing to disturb the fragile calm in the wake of chaos.
The persistent efforts of the Sky People had left a stain on Pandora. Luminescent plants were reduced to ash, exuberant animals wiped out in an instant. Tribes, cultures, families were erased without a trace.
With every step the RDA took, a trail of destruction followed.
Nights once filled with laughter were now replaced by the sounds of devastation.
Pandora, a planet alive with soul, a vast network of energy flowing through all living things, bound by a deeper, more meaningful connection that words could ever fully capture, was being reduced to rubble.
The attack dragged on longer than it should have.
What was meant to be a quick and easy ambush turned into something far worse.
Chaos.
Engines tore through the sky, fire flashing against the dark blanket that covered Pandora, while metal screamed beneath buckling pressure. The air burned, thick smoke billowing over those close enough to endure it. The ground shook beneath their feet, terror rippling through Pandora as disorder broke loose.
Every time it felt as though the dust had cleared and the fight had reached its end, the RDA returned with more — more machines, more resistance, and even more destruction.
Though havoc ran rampant, the force of the Na’vi did not falter. With each attack from the Sky People, there was one to counter.
Jake fought it all with his jaw clenched tight, barking commands at whoever would listen. Frustration simmered beneath his hard outer layer, it was never enough. The casualties, the deaths, he carried it all throughout the battle, no matter how carefully he attacked or how hard he struck.
Leadership tasted bitter in moments like these, when survival came at the cost of those who did not make it back.
Through the hardship of conflict, Neytiri did not stop moving.
She could not afford to.
The fight demanded everything from her, speed, precision, endurance, and gave nothing in return. Her body burned with exhaustion, her muscles screaming in protest as instinct carried her forward. There was no time to mourn the fallen, no space to process the weight of everything. Grief was pushed aside and buried, layered beneath anger, fury, strength, and the relentless need to survive. The fight blurred into one endless motion, each moment bleeding into the next until rest became a distant concept rather than a possibility.
When the last echoes of destruction finally faded, it did not feel like victory, only a pause before what was yet to come.
Jake remained behind with the others, voices low and strained as they spoke of their next attack. Neytiri did not stay for the words, she already knew them. The war did not pause simply because they were tired.
The walk back to the village was quiet, a fragile peace that contrasted the destruction left behind. Sand nestled between her toes as she moved along the shore, the sound of the water steady and unbroken.
Moonlight softened the reef, the water breathing steadily beneath the marui, as if Eywa herself were trying to calm her. By the time she lay down, the tension she had carried for so long settled deep into her bones, sleep hovering close but never fully taking hold.
The faint, muffled sound of movement pulled Neytiri from the edge of sleep. Her eyes flew open, instincts sharp even in her rest, her expression quickly softened when she took in the familiar silhouette before her.
Jake stood there, disheveled and worn, the tension of the night still clinging to him like a second skin.
“Ma Jake,” she murmured, annoyance laced with relief as she rolled onto her side, eyelids slipping shut once more. “You frighten me.”
“M’sorry, yawne,” Jake whispered. His voice was low, and rough, as though the words had been dragged from his chest.
Silence followed quickly after. The reef breathed around them, water lapping gently nearby, the distant hum of nocturnal life filling the space between the two.
Then she felt him.
Jake’s presence settled behind her, unmistakable. Heat radiated from his body as his shadow swallowed her whole, his closeness overwhelming yet comforting. A large, calloused hand slid to her waist, fingers firm yet unmoving, as if he was reminding himself she was real.
His palm lingered there, still and possessive, before he drew her back against him, pulling her flush to his chest like he could not bear even an inch of space between them. His painfully hard cock pressed against her, need evident in the way he held her.
A shiver ran through Neytiri as warmth spread beneath her skin. With the constant battles, the endless strain, there had been no time for this, no time for them. The tension they carried had nowhere left to go.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching as sensation stirred low and insistent. Jake’s breath trail along her neck, hot and slow, sending a ripple down her spine straight to her pussy. He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive curve at the nape of her neck. He placed soft, deliberate kisses there, unhurried and intimate.
“I need you, baby” he murmured, the words barely louder than the tide. “Right now.”
His hand began to move, sliding with intention, tracing downward with maddening slowness. Past the steady rise and fall of her breath, beneath the edge of her clothing, until the pad of his finger met her clit, swollen with need.
Neytiri’s breath hitched as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. She bucked her hips forward as he rubbed long and painfully slow circles around her clit.
“I need you too Jake, dont stop.” Her voice shuddered as her hips rolled along with the movement of his fingers. Instinctively her hands crawled up her body, cupping her own breast in her hands.
Soft moans left her mouth, the tension building. Suddenly, Jake’s finger lost contact with her clit, Neytiri whined in protest as the stimulation came to sudden halt.
“Why’d you stop?” She raised her voice in protest, but quickly, Jake grabbed Neytiri by her hips and flipped her onto her back.
He towered over her, his heavy cock making an obvious imprint through his loincloth. His chest heaved as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with hunger — his restrain obviously fading.
Quickly his lips crashed into hers with an intense amount of passion. The kiss was deep, heavy with days worth of frustration finally being released. Their tongues wrestled for each other, Jake overpowered Neytiri with their kiss turning into a sloppy mess.
Jake pulled back from the kiss, only a string of saliva connecting them. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear before he whispered “I’m going to bury every last inch of my cock inside you Neytiri, until you can’t take it anymore.”
Neytiri’s body burned, her pussy sopping from his words.
Neytiri's tail flicked restlessly against the woven mat, her golden eyes locked on Jake's, wide with a desperate want. The air in their Mauri was thick, scented with salt from the sea and the raw musk of their arousal.
His words ignited a fire in her core, liquid heat pooling between her thighs, making her ache for the stretch and burn of his cock filling her completely.
Jake's gaze darkened, pupils blown wide, as he quickly removed his loincloth with a swift, impatient tug. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum. It throbbed visibly, heavy with the pent up fury of their endless skirmishes against the Sky People, battles that had stolen every stolen moment until now.
Without warning, he gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the supple blue flesh hard enough to leave faint crescent moon shaped marks—marks she craved, marks that showed his possession over her.
“Please,” she demanded, voice strained. “Fuck me.”
Jake didn’t make her wait. He spread her wide, quickly obeying her command, exposing her slick folds to the cool night air, a stark contrast that made her gasp and arch her back.
Neytiri's hands fisted in the mat beneath her, her breath coming in ragged pants as she watched him, her body trembling not from fear, but from the overwhelming burn of lust.
"You feel that?" Jake growled, his voice low and intoxicating. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock teasing her swollen lips, sliding through her wetness with deliberate slowness. "All this frustration...all this fight we've been holding back. I'm gonna fuck it out of you, Neytiri."
She whimpered, her hips bucking upward in silent plea, “if you’re going to fuck me, hurry up and do it already you Skxawng!” She yelled in protest. Jake held her down, his strength unyielding, a reminder of the warrior he was, the marine turned Na'vi. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her tight walls in a delicious burn that bordered on pain. Neytiri cried out, her nails raking down his back, drawing thin lines of blood that only spurred him on.
“Oh f-fuck! Ma Jake.” She yelled as his length buried itself deep inside her, even after years of taking him, she still wasn’t used to the unforgiving length of his cock.
Jake didn't give her time to adjust, he pulled back almost entirely, only to slam forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that shook the marui's frame. Neytiri’s pussy clenched around the thick frame of his cock, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
Her walls parted greedily, around his veined shaft “harder Jake, don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” She pleaded while relentlessly bucking her hips forward to match his thrust. She was hungry, her greedy cunt was impossibly drenched, coating Jake’s cock with juices from tip to base.
Each drive was deep, and relentless, his hips snapping against hers with the force of his tip brushing her cervix with each thrust. Jake’s balls slapped against her ass in wet, obscene echoes. “That’s what’m talking about baby. Keep fuckin yourself on my cock.” Jake said his voice low and guttural, he watched as she eagerly fucked him back, meeting each of his thrust with a roll of her hips.
Neytiri's world narrowed to the exquisite friction of the push and pull of his length, the way he filled her so completely, “It feels so good, I can feel your cock.” She slurred as a hand dropped to her stomach, feeling the bulge each time he pushed into her, hitting that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hardened peaks that he captured roughly with one hand, pinching and twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure and pain straight to her clit. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his brow as he leaned down, his mouth meeting hers in a bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation.
His other hand snaked between them, thumb finding her clit again, rubbing furious circles that matched his pounding pace. Neytiri's moans escalated into keening cries, “Ma Jake!” She cried, her body coiling tighter and tighter a rigid knot forming in her stomach.
The tension from their wars, the fear and fury they'd bottled up, had all been unleashed at this moment. Jake grit his teeth, his grip becoming tighter on her hips “my cocks stretchin this pretty pussy, you love this fuckin cock don’t cha’ ?” he teases her. Neytiri’s inner walls clenched around him as her climax built, she eagerly shook her head in reply, his cock fucking her into a senseless mess.
"Don't hold back," Jake commanded, his thrusts growing erratic, hips grinding against her in a frenzy. "Cum for me, baby. Milk my cock, take every drop."
The words pushed her over the edge. Neytiri shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm surge. “F-fill me with your cum!” She moaned as her pussy spasmed around him in waves that drew a guttural groan from his throat.
Jake followed moments later, burying himself deep with one final, savage thrust. He roared as he came, “Fuck! Neytiri!” He yelled as hot spurts of his thick cum flooded her, marking her from the inside out. He collapsed over her, their bodies slick and spent, chests heaving in unison as the aftershocks trembled through them.
In the quiet that followed, broken only by the sea's whisper, Jake pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his rough edges softening.
“Nga yawne lu oer,” Jake murmured, the words strained and breathless as his forehead resting against hers. They laid there, bodies tangled together, warm and spent, listening to Pandora breathe around them. The gentle wash of water against the reef, the distant song of night creatures rising where chaos had once roared. In this quiet, the war felt far away, reduced to something muted and distant, unable to reach them in this moment. Neytiri was the world Jake had found, not one of fire and steel, but of connection, trust, and life. And as the stars shined softly overhead, wrapped in the living pulse of Eywa, they held onto each other as if this moment alone was enough to keep the darkness at bay.
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This is my first fic I’ve written here, lmk if you guys like it and/or want more ♡
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honestly? abandoned/on indefinite hiatus/very slow to update fics, even and especially AUs and longfics, are often some of my absolute favorites. and people who refuse to read them are missing out!
for one, stories don’t have to be finished to be enjoyable and worth reading. but also? an unfinished fic is a whole little universe that just keeps on existing in my head! their world stays alive for me in a way that doesn’t always happen with fics I binge read and finish, and i love it. i don’t know how their story ends, so it just keeps going! and even when those stories DO update and finish years later, they’ve been in my head for so long that they stick around like old friends.
so to any author with unfinished works: thank you SO much for sharing what you had without waiting to finish it first. you’re just giving me the gift of getting to spend more time with your story and your idea. if you do update again someday, i’ll be delighted to jump back in! but if you don’t, just know a little piece of your world still lives on in a beloved tiny terrarium in my brain. i promise i’m taking good care of it :)
i don’t normally ask this, but if this resonates with you please reblog it, so it can reach the authors who need to hear it <3
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Hello, Anna! I hope you're doing well! Thank you for sharing your wonderful Aruani arts with us!
Fun Aruani question: who do you think says "I love you" first and in what situation?
Hello-hello!
Thank you so much for your support and words, honestly T^T I'm so happy I'm able to share my arts with all of you and I'm really grateful for the feedback I get🖤
(I've been having some lack of confidence lately as I've been working on something new I hope to share next week - but it's probably just a consequence of being tired and stressed, but thank you a lot for your words, truly)
As for your question, I think we all ultimately agree that it's going to be Armin who says "I love you" first, and I totally agree with that, to be honest (I have a few scenarios in my head when it would be Annie, but let's focus on Armin being first for this time :D).
For example, in post-canon, I can imagine it happening during their stay in Forst Salta, but not so quickly: the earth still breathes with the firm and stingy smell of blood of all people crashed by the Colossals, and the ground still vibrates from the phantom footsteps of these Titans, that disappeared from the world, but still roamed in everyone's memory - especially, in Armin's and Annie's as they looked at these Titans from almost the same level, eye to eye. So, as they take their first steps in these new lives, scattered in front of them with long years ahead, they would be torn between the tempting, sweet desire and the tickling fear in their relationships: what's right? what to do to make him/her feel good? will I overstep? will I not be doing much?
That's why they would be very tentative in their relationships, yet sincerely wish to take these steps together. I imagine it would all start with tiny touches, exploring each other's faces and grown bodies - not in sexual (at the beginning) way, but more like filling out all the lost years of them growing apart; then, these touches would bloom into cheeks caresses, hand holding; then - into kiss: on their foreheads, on their cheeks, on their knuckles, shoulders; then - into a hug; then - into a kiss.
"I love you," from Armin, I think, wouldn't be after their first kiss either. At first, they would be too overwhelmed by the avalanche of emotions, as if these bare, cracked terracotta horizons of Fort Salta suddenly bloom with crisp, emerald green everywhere, and they would be lost in their personal garden of Eden. At first, they would be lost in this kaleidoscopic, vibrant greenery, especially after all this dull, smoky place, but then, they would learn all these flowers and plants in this garden as their kisses would evolve into more confident, sweeter brushes of their lips, more urgent, desperate touches. And once, in the solitude of Armin's tent, with the candles softly lapping at the fabric, casting the trembling shadows all over his place, with their hands feeling each other's warmth even through the muddy fabric of their clothes, feeling the tangles of each other's hair through their trembling fingers, hearing the most delicate, yet so captivating, sighs in the this small space between the softeness of each other's lips, when they part just for a hearbeat for the air, both asking silently in their heads why these kisses can fill their lungs with oxygen the same way their hearts dance in unison when they're close like this, in this particular moment, when they part for one second to look into each other, Armin would whisper "I love you" to Annie, his fingers brushing the ardent skin of her cheeks as his hands hold her face.
But let me also tell you that I'm personally a huge fan of Annie's first "I love you" - for me, it's so special (don't take me wrong, Armin's "I love you" is EXTRENELY special, of course) for the girl who never experience love and the feeling of being loved, vocalize her feelings, practically embracing it with words, making it real with her own voice, breathing in the life into it. So I think, it would take longer for her to say it - she would feel it, this enormous and at the same time, tender feeling, tiptoeing inside her body, and yet, I imagine it would be like chasing sunny beams: she sees them clearly, and yet, impossible to capture. It would likely happen later in their relationships, when they would already be starting their Ambassador's work. I can imagine it happening in a very casual, domestic setting, maybe, right in their bed: the day before was very exhausting, and they had a tough meeting that required a lot of patience and brainstorming: they managed to win the argument, but it really drained them. Still, all of the Ambassadors would go to celebrate at some cafe. The night, despite starting on a bit of a tired note, would flow into a very chaotic yet lovely evening when all of them would finally relax and feel relief slowly creeping into their muscles as the warm food and drinks filled their stomachs, while the snow would fall outside in a hypnotizing waltz, covering it all in a white blanket that illuminates the city scenery despite the night crippling over the buildings. All night, Annie would feel herself finally so comfortable, her cheeks red from drinks and her body relaxed, feeling the warmth of Armin's body to her left with her shoulder, and giggling at his sweet nothings, which he didn't miss whispering into her ear, so nobody else hear it (despite everyone already just getting used to these two being insufferably in love), trying not to miss every Pieck's lazy smile as she made fun of Jean, who didn't even hide that he enjoyed it, Reiner sincere laughing and Connie's jokes that seemed to her not even that stupid.
When they come back to their hotel room, coats and their hair sugared by the freezing crystals, cheeks crimson from the biting cold, which they didn't even feel from all the smiles, laughs, and drinks, Annie felt that distinctive and delightful feeling that appeared more and more with each passing day, going beyond the shores of her usual composture and level-headed views. When she and Armin finally got into their room, their clothes would fall onto the floor very quickly - too quickly, even for them.
Next morning, bodies bare, tightly pressed under the blankets and relaxed after they made love last night, Annie woke up before Armin, looking at his sleeping features, the soft winter morning light dancing on his skin. Once again, she felt this enormous, but already familiar warmth growing inside her as she tentatively traced his eyelids, eyelashes, the stupid, cute button nose, his lips, cheeks, the Adam's apple, and the jaw. She realized that this feeling that started appearing some time ago, this feeling that she felt yesterday with all of them, and now, this is the sense of home, she finally found this home, in all of her friends, and in this golden boy who lies beside her, so bare in his body and heart with her.
It would strike her so intensely, without even thinking, that she would whisper, "I love you", for the first time, and, of course, Armin would wake up, and needless to say, he would be so overwhelmed, that they wouldn't leave this bed for a very long time that day - good thing, they have a day off.
Sorry for the sudden longread, but I was carried away :D
Thank you once again for asking and for your kind words!
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