Julietelysythe

Im a fanfic writer, you can request a fic, you can ask me about anything, my names Juliet, and Ill happily write anything!

[julietelysythe]

Introductions!

Im Juliet, and one of my biggest obsessions is Avatar! I write fanfics and Im a minor. I am willing to write the things you ask as long as I'm comfortable with them. Im she/they, I love nature. Also, PLEASE give me song suggestions. Any genre, I just WANT. MORE. MUSIC.

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[julietelysythe]

Ok so Im almost done parts 2 and 3 of Runaway sully, but I have a questionnn

Does anyone wanna draw me as na'vi?

I look way too young for my age, but ima try drawing myself too and Ill show the product after 👍🏻

[julietelysythe]

Hiiii ok maybe for The Runaway Sully it could go smth like where the Sullys arrive and Ao’nung is like REALLY protective and like defends us and our family is trying to win us back but like Aonung is like especially protective of us since we’re carrying the baby. Hopped this sparked some inspooo!!!🤗🤗🌝🌝🥹💓

Have an amazing day/night!!!

Yesss! I was already thinking of something like this and this made me really want to do it! I feel like Jake would be stuck up and have a grudge against her though, and Jake and Aonung would get into an argument, then after that the family tries to win her back in secret, but idk! What you said is also a really good one!

Have an amazing day/night!

[julietelysythe]

Im contemplating what to do for a The Runaway Sully part two....

Anyone have ideas?

If so, send them in my asks box, or in the comments!

[julietelysythe]

So happy you guys like The Runaway Sully, Ill make it into a wonderful pie for you all, Ive just been feeling down, and Ill be ready to pick up the writing again pretty soon! I might do some au's where theres some yummy angst, and others fluff. But rn, im coming up with ideas ✨

Ill also be continuing The Metkayina's Gift, so stay tuned! Ask to be tagged and Ill tag you no problem twins!

[julietelysythe]

All my art for The Eldest so far

@just-another-idk

I need a lesson in Anatomy, especially hands and feet :3 and definately side profiles

[julietelysythe]

The Obsession

yandere!Jakesully x na'vi!reader

Warnings: Intense yearning, Yandere!Jake, Reader being oblivious, Murder, I don't really know what else

Description: He was never supposed to feel this way. Not like this—this burning, suffocating need that curled deep in his chest every time you spoke to someone else, every time your attention drifted away from him like it was nothing. Jake Sully had lived as a warrior, a leader… a man of control. But around you? That control slipped through his fingers like sand. You were oblivious to it all. The way his eyes followed you. The way his jaw tightened when others got too close. The way his voice softened only for you—and hardened for everyone else. He told himself it was just protection. That he was watching over you, keeping you safe. But protection doesn’t feel like this. It doesn’t twist into something sharp and possessive. It doesn’t make his thoughts darken when someone else makes you smile. You were his. You just didn’t know it yet. And when you finally did… It would already be too late to leave.

Word count: 1,220

The forest never truly slept.

Even in the quietest hours—when the bioluminescent plants dimmed and the wind stilled into something soft and breathless—there was always something awake. Watching. Listening. Waiting.

You had always loved that about it. It made you feel less alone.

Tonight, like so many others, you wandered further than you were supposed to.

Your feet were silent against the damp earth, familiar with every root and dip in the ground. The glowing tendrils of plants brushed your arms as you passed, lighting your path in soft blues and greens.nYou hummed quietly to yourself, unaware of how far you had drifted from the others.

Unaware of how long you had been followed.

High above, something shifted.

A shadow between shadows.He had been watching you for hours.

Jake remained still on his perch, crouched along a thick branch, his golden eyes locked onto you with an intensity that never wavered. He knew your patterns now—where you walked, how often you strayed, the way you tilted your head when listening to the forest.

He knew the exact moment you would pause.

And right on cue—you did.

You stopped beside a cluster of glowing plants, kneeling slightly as your fingers brushed over them.

Jake exhaled slowly.

There it was again.

That quiet pull in his chest.

It had started as concern.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

You wandered too far. You didn’t notice danger the way others did. You trusted too easily. It was only right that someone watched over you.

Protected you.

That was all it was.

At first.

But now… now it was something else.

Something heavier.

Something that didn’t loosen its grip, even when he tried to pull away.

His gaze softened as you smiled faintly to yourself, lost in your own world.

So unaware.

So unguarded.

So—A sound.

Jake’s entire body tensed.

Not from you.

From somewhere behind you.

His ears flicked, picking up the subtle shift in movement—the careful, deliberate step of someone approaching.

Another Na’vi.

Male.

Jake’s jaw tightened instantly.

You didn’t notice.

Of course you didn’t.

You never did.

“Y/n,” the voice called softly.

You turned, surprised. “Oh—hi.”

Jake’s fingers dug into the bark beneath him.

He knew him.

Not well—but enough.

A hunter. Strong. Well-liked.

Interested.

Jake had seen the way he looked at you before.

Seen it.

Remembered it.

Hated it.

“I’ve been looking for you,” the male said, stepping closer. His posture was relaxed, voice warm. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

Jake’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That was his line.

His responsibility.

His—You smiled, brushing it off. “I’m fine. I come here all the time.”

“Yes, but—” the male hesitated, then laughed lightly. “Still. It would be better if you had someone with you.”

He moved closer.

Too close.

Jake’s vision narrowed.

The forest seemed to shrink around that single moment—the space between you and him, the way your shoulders nearly brushed.

Something sharp twisted in Jake’s chest.

You didn’t move away.

You didn’t even notice.

“I can walk you back,” the male offered.

You hesitated. “Oh—you don’t have to—”

"I want to.”

Jake’s breathing slowed.

Not calm.

Controlled.

The kind of control that came before something broke.

You nodded after a moment. “Okay.”

That was it.

That small word.

That quiet acceptance.

Jake felt something inside him snap.

You never noticed how quiet the forest became on the walk back.

How the usual sounds seemed to fade.

How even the wind stilled.

You talked lightly, unaware of the way the male beside you watched you, leaning in just slightly when you spoke.

Unaware of the eyes tracking every step from the darkness.

Jake moved silently through the trees above, keeping pace.

Always just out of sight.

Always close enough.

His thoughts were no longer calm.

They spiraled.

Fast. Sharp. Unforgiving.

Too close.

Too comfortable.

Too familiar.

Why were you laughing?

Why were you letting him stay at your side like that?

Did you not understand?

Did you not see what he saw so clearly?

Or worse—Did you see it… and not care?

His grip tightened around his bow.

The male reached out slightly—his hand brushing yours.

Light.

Barely anything.

But it was enough.

Jake stopped moving.

Everything inside him went still.

Cold.

Wrong.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

You didn’t pull away immediately.

You just blinked, a little surprised, glancing down at your hand.

Then you laughed softly, pulling back.

But it didn’t matter.

It had already happened.

Jake’s mind didn’t let it go.

Wouldn’t let it go.

By the time you reached the edge of the village, the male slowed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

You smiled. “Maybe.”

Maybe.

Jake memorized that word.

Stored it away.

Turned it over until it became something ugly.

The male lingered for a second longer… then finally left.

Only when he disappeared did Jake move again.

He didn’t follow you this time.

He watched you go.

Waited until you were safely inside.

Then—He turned.

And went the other way.

The forest welcomed him differently now.

No softness.

No calm.

Only purpose.

He tracked the male easily.

He always had been good at that.

The signs were clear—the faint disturbance in the ground, the broken leaves, the lingering scent in the air.

Jake moved faster.

Quieter.

More certain.

His thoughts had simplified.

Stripped down to something raw.

Danger.

Threat.

Remove it.

That was all.

The male didn’t notice him at first.

Why would he?

There was no warning.

No sound.

Only the sudden shift of air—And then Jake was there.

The confrontation was brief.

Quiet.

The kind that left no echo.

No one to hear.

No one to question.

By the time it was over, the forest had already begun to reclaim the silence.

Jake stood there for a moment, breathing steady.

Unshaken.

Unmoved.

His mind didn’t scream.

Didn’t question.

It only settled.

That sharp, suffocating feeling in his chest finally easing.

Because now—Now there was nothing between you and him.

Nothing that could take your attention away.

Nothing that could—A pause.

A flicker.

Something small, almost unnoticeable.

A thought trying to form.

This isn’t protection.

Jake shut it down immediately.

His jaw tightened.

No.

It was.

It had to be.

You needed him.

You just didn’t know it yet.

The next day, you noticed something strange.

“Have you seen him?” you asked one of the others.

The hunter.

The one who had walked you back.

They shook their head. “No. Not since last night.”

You frowned slightly.

That was… odd.

But not enough to worry you.

People came and went. Hunts lasted longer than expected sometimes.

Still—You found yourself glancing toward the forest.

Just once.

Just briefly.

Unaware of the figure watching you from the shadows.

Jake stood at the edge of the trees, hidden as always.

Silent.

Patient.

His gaze softened again as it landed on you.

Safe.

Unbothered.

Unaware.

Good.

That was good.

That was how it should be.

No distractions.

No one getting too close.

No one touching what wasn’t theirs.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.

You would understand someday.

You would see everything he had done for you.

Everything he continued to do.

Until then—

He would wait.

Watch.

Protect.

And if anyone tried to step into his place again...

They wouldn't get the chance to stay.

Yall I was listening to Angel by Massive attack when I got this idea! This is good, im so proud of myself! If you know the lyrics, you'll understand! Its about DEEP obsession!

Im so glad Im improving, simce you dont know, after I posted my first, I practiced alot more (didnt post them), and I kept going till I got better! Hopefully this is up to your standards! I can do another part if you wish, just ask me to!

[julietelysythe]

Metkayina's Secret

The Girl The Ocean Kept

So this is my second fanfic, im waiting to see if I should continue "The Runaway Sully" But so far I am brainstorming ideas, and I thought of this, ik its not related, but I cant help it! This will be a multiple part series!

Ship:(Y/n) te (y/l/n) (y/m/n)'ite X Ao'nung

Description: Y/N te Y/L/N was never like the others of the Metkayina. She stays beneath the water longer than she should. Creatures come to her without tsaheylu. The currents don’t just move around her—They reach. Y/n gets scared when a massive shadow appears underneath her feet at the ocean.

Readers full name: (Y/n) Te (Y/l/n) (y/m/n)'Ite

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The ocean is quiet that morning. Not empty—never empty—but listening.

You slip beneath the surface without a sound, the world above dissolving into ripples of light.

The water closes over your head like it knows you. Like it has been waiting.

Cool.

Gentle.

Familiar.

You don’t rush. You never do. Your body sinks slowly, limbs loose, braids drifting like strands of kelp. Sunlight fractures above you, turning the surface into something distant… something unimportant. Down here, everything makes sense.

You exhale softly, watching the last of your breath twist upward in silver ribbons. And then—You don’t breathe again.

Time passes.

Or maybe it doesn’t.

It never feels real beneath the water.

The reef stretches out before you, glowing in soft blues and greens, alive in ways that go beyond movement. Small creatures dart through coral spires, and larger shadows glide in the distance, unbothered by your presence.

They never are.

An ilu passes close—closer than it should—its fin brushing your fingertips.

You smile faintly.

No tsaheylu.

No bond.

And yet… it stays.

The feeling returns.

A pulse.

Not through your ears—but through your chest.

Through the water.

You still.

The ocean shifts—not violently, not even visibly—but intentionally. Like breath. Like something unseen has turned its attention toward you.

Your brows pull together slightly.“…Hello?” you whisper, though no sound carries.

The water answers.

Not with words.

With warmth.

It curls around your wrist, brushing your skin like something alive.

Your lungs should burn by now.

They don’t.

They never do.

“Y/N!”The voice cuts through everything.

Distant. Muffled. Above.

You blink, and the feeling slips away like it was never there.

For a moment, you don’t move.

Don’t want to.

Then slowly—reluctantly—you rise.

The surface breaks around you as you inhale, the air almost too sharp after so long below.

On a nearby rock, Tsireya stands, her expression tight with something that isn’t quite fear… but isn’t calm either.

“You were gone too long,” she says.

You push wet hair from your face. “I’m fine.”

She doesn’t smile.

“You always say that.”

You swim back together, the village rising from the water in woven platforms and gentle movement. Laughter, splashes, the rhythm of life.

Normal.

Safe.

You climb up, water streaming from your skin—but the feeling from below lingers.

That pulse.

That warmth.

Like something reached for you.

“You swim like you belong to the ocean,” Tsireya says quietly beside you.

You let out a small breath. “We all do.”

“No,” she replies. “Not like you.”

There’s no accusation in her voice.

Just truth.

And that makes it worse.

“Maybe you just swim too slow,” a voice cuts in.

You turn.

Ao'nung stands a short distance away, water still clinging to his shoulders, a smirk tugging at his mouth.But his eyes—They linger.

Too long.

Not mocking.

Studying.

"You disappear for half the day and expect no one to notice?" he says, crossing his arms.

You raise a brow. “I came back.”

He huffs softly, but it isn’t really annoyance. More like something he doesn’t want to name.

“You stayed under longer than anyone,” he says.

You shrug, turning slightly away. “You should try it.”

A pause.

Then—“I did.”

You glance back.

He’s already looking at you.

“I couldn’t.”

Something settles between you.

Not heavy.

But not light, either.

—————————————————————

Later, when the sun dips low and the ocean turns gold, you find yourself drawn back to the water’s edge.

Alone.

The village noise fades behind you as your toes touch the surface.

Warm.

Inviting.

Waiting.

You hesitate.

Just for a second.

Then step in.

The moment you submerge, the feeling returns.

Stronger.

Faster.

Like recognition.

Your eyes widen slightly as the water shifts—not around you—Toward you.

The current curls at your hands, your arms, your waist. Gentle, but deliberate. Like something unseen is learning your shape.

Your chest tightens.

Not from lack of air.

From something else.

“Stop…” you whisper.

It doesn’t.

A shadow moves beneath you.

Massive.

Silent.

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn your head.

It circles below—vast and smooth, its presence pressing against the water itself.

Watching you.

Not hunting.

Not leaving.

Just… there.

Your heart begins to pound.

For the first time—The ocean doesn’t feel entirely like home.

Above the surface, unnoticed—Ao’nung stands at the edge of the reef, his gaze fixed on where you disappeared.

He hadn’t meant to follow you.

But something about you—Something isn’t right.

Or maybe…It’s something more.

Below—You don’t move.

Don’t breathe.

Don’t look away.

The water pulses again.

And this time—It feels like a warning.

This was only part one! When I make more parts, Ill link them!

[serenorea]

I like this more than the last one LOLL

i cropped it 😭😭

some anatomy training tho 🙂‍↕️

[julietelysythe]

Okay, this is actually so good. W artist alert?

[julietelysythe]

Should I make "The Runaway Sully" a series?

Yes

No

Voting ended onMar 23

[julietelysythe]

The Runaway Sully

Im really worried cause this is my first ever fanfic, but please tell me if you like it or not!

Description: (Y/n) Is mad because she isnt allowed to complete her inknimaya, but her twin brother, Lo'ak, is allowed to. This leads her to pray to eywa, but she falls asleep at the tree of souls. She rushes home and gets into an argument with her father. She runs away and tames an ikran in secret, then flies to awa'atlu to start a new life.

Word count: 1,086

(Y/n) te Suli Neytiri'ite was the second born daughter of the Sully family. She is Lo'aks twin sister, and those two were like two peas in a pod. They were inseparable as kids. That was until they reached the age of 12. The age where they were supposed to complete their Inknimaya was coming, and they were more than ready. On their 13th birthday, for some reason, Lo'ak was allowed to complete his, but Y/n wasn't. She was told that she just wasn't ready. A year later, she is sleeping at the tree of souls, and Atorkirina are gathered around her. The sounds of Eywa are always so relaxing.

You are chilling at the tree of souls. You're sleeping, only half asleep though.

The Atorkirina are gathered at your body and fingertips.

You are listening to the sounds of Nature, when suddenly, there's a loud whoop and cheers.

Your eyes snap open, and you apologize to the Atorkirina, and you get up and run back to the village.

You're surprised to find that Lo'ak has an Ikran now. Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears, that you fret will escape.

"Why was he allowed before me...?" You think.

He was always the irresponsible one, let alone the best suitor for an Ikran at the age of 13, which you both had turned about a month ago.

You find it quite odd that his footing is off place, and there's a gash on his leg, presumably from the Ikran, which, is actually quite beautiful, but, you wouldn't admit to thinking that, of course.

You see the females running to him and crowding him, so you go back to the tree of souls. You attach your Kuru to the tree, and you pray. You pray to Eywa that you will be allowed to complete your Inknimaya.

You think that, if he is allowed, you should be allowed.

You want to prove yourself the better warrior.

"Dear Eywa, I want to be able to complete my inknimaya. I feel alone, and tired. I want to prove that I can be even better than my skxawng brother. How did he complete his and get permission? I have no idea. I do not know if this will work, but please, if you're listening, make my father see. Make him see that I am a better warrior than Lo'ak..."

You fell asleep.

You realize the sun has set. It is no longer daytime.

You rush to stand, and you sprint home. When you reach the marui, you freeze.

Your father is standing there.

With his arms crossed.

You curse under your breath, you know you are absolutely not getting out of this.

"WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, YOUNG LADY."

You wince as you hear his tone.

"Im so sorry, dad, I fell asleep at the tree of souls. I promise it wont happen again..."

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "I expected better from you. This is why Lo'ak was allowed to complete his inknimaya. You are always so sucked into yourself."

Your eyes glisten with tears.

How could he look at you like that..?

Did he think you were a monster?

You get mad.

You run out, and dont look back. Jake tries to chase you, but gives up.

You run to the Ikran mountain and climb.

Your limbs hurt, but oh well.

You reach the perch and climb over the rocks.

You see a beautiful navy blue ikran with emerald stripes in a few places, and purple sanhì over its body.

You make eye contact and realized this is Toruk's relative.

You can see it in the eyes.

You fight it, and end up climbing on top. You do tsaheylu, and command it to fly. It soars through the air, you tell it to go to Awa'atlu, the Metkayina territory. It obeys, but it takes long days and short breaks to get there.

About 3 days after leaving, you reach Awa'atlu.

You step off ur Ikran, the na'vi make a path for you.

Their skin is different from yours, you note.

Yours is dark blue, theirs is more of a teal. You put your hands up and ask for their Olo'eyktan.

You see him and do the traditional hand signal.

"Tonowari, Oel Ngati Kameie"

"You are?"

"(Y/n) te Suli Neytiri'ite. The second daughter of Toruk Makto."

"I see. Why are you here?"

"I seek uturu."

The Metkayina gasp.

You see the Tsahìk making her way over.

"Ronal, Oel Ngati Kameie."

"Why do you seek uturu amongst reef people?"

"I am done with my people. They prove no use, and will not allow me to complete tasks."

"Your skills will be of no use here."

"I will adapt."

Ronal and Tonowari share glances. They seem to be having a conversation with their eyes.

You suddenly feel a hand grip your tail.

"Owe!"

You take your tail back, and glare.

The boys snicker, and say its a baby tail.

You see a girl come out of the water and tell them to stop being rude.

You smile at her, because she seems kind. She smiles back.

Ronal clicks her tongue and nods.

"(Y/n) te Suli Neytiri'ite shall stay with us. Now, she does not know the sea, so she will be like a baby. Teach her our ways so that she does not suffer the shame of being useless." Tonowari says. He turns to you. "My son Ao'nung and daughter Tsireya will teach you our ways." You nod. Ao'nung protests, but Tsireya interrupts. "Come, I will show you our village."

Over the 3 years peacefully there, you adapt pretty well.

You and Ao'nung courted, and you're around 7 months pregnant with his child.

You hear the horns blaze, signaling a newcomer.

You and Ao'nung rush to the crowd, and your heart drops when you see who it is.

Your family.

The one you left behind in the forest.

Yall, tell me if you want me to continue this, it can be a oneshot or a series, just give me some support or motivation and Ill keep writing!

Edit: It came the time I had to fix it and make it so theres more spaces 😭 it was annoying me🤷🏼‍♀

[ruya4four]

pretty boy ⋆𐙚 ̊. lo'ak x reader

⋆𐙚 ̊. content warnings: kissing / praising / spoiling lo'ak!

⋆𐙚 ̊. word count: 0.7k

You’re perched on Lo’ak’s waist like you were made to sit there, thighs snug around him, his whole body going loose and warm under you the moment you lean in and kiss him. And kiss him again. And again. Every single one landing wherever your mouth decides—his cheek, the corner of his lips, the dip beneath his eye—until he’s already laughing under his breath, all flustered, all helpless, and so, so yours.

“Y’know you’re perfect, right?” you murmur into the soft skin above his eyebrow before pressing another kiss there. And another, slower. His ears twitch and flatten in that way that gives him away instantly—he tries to bite back a smile and fails miserably.

“C’mon,” Lo’ak wheezes with a laugh, his hands hovering at your hips like he’s not sure if holding you tighter will make this better or worse for his self-control. “Why’re you—why’re you kissin’ my eyebrows, what is this—”

But your mouth is already on him again, peppering kisses across the slope of his browbone like it’s your favorite place in the world. “Because they’re cute,” you say between kisses, gasping out the words like he’s the one overwhelming you. “You’re cute. So handsome. My pretty boy.”

His blush deepens so fast it’s almost funny—bright and impossible to hide. Lo’ak turns his face away like a pointless attempt at shielding it, but you just follow him, giggling, catching his jaw and guiding him back so you can kiss the other eyebrow too.

He actually whines. A soft one. Breathless and sweet.

Your fingers slip into his braids, tugging—just enough to make him gasp, just enough to make his hips jolt beneath you. And Eywa, the sound he makes when you do it goes straight through you, warm and dizzying, and he smiles up at you like he’s trying to keep himself from melting entirely.

“Stop—you’re gonna kill me,” he laughs, but it’s that breathless, half-choked kind of laugh that means he wants more. Needs more. “You’re—fuck, you’re—”

But you cut him off. You tilt forward, chest brushing his, hair falling around both of your faces like a little curtain, and you grab one of his hands—those big, calloused four-fingered hands—lifting it just enough to kiss each finger one by one.

Lo’ak swallows so hard you feel the movement under your mouth when you lean down to kiss the inside of his wrist. “What’re you—baby—why’re you—”

“Because I love your four fingers,” you say, kissing the next finger. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love everything about you.” And another, right at the knuckle, soft enough to make his breath hitch. “Pretty boy.”

His tail thumps uselessly against the floor—he’s trying to play it cool, he always tries to play it cool, but you can feel how his body shifts beneath you, how his muscles tense and release like he can’t decide whether he wants to grab you or completely surrender to you.

You tug his braids again, just a little, and he groans—a low, shaky noise that makes your stomach twist.

Then you’re kissing him again—his forehead, his temple, the tip of his nose. Quick little kisses, scattered everywhere. So many that he starts laughing under you, breathless and deep violet and unbearably flustered.

“Look at you,” you hum, brushing your lips over his cheekbone. “My sweet boy.”

“Bro, I’m—I’m literally gonna combust,” he stammers, hands finally finding your hips, gripping them like he needs to steady himself. “You can’t just—just kiss me everywhere and say stuff like that.”

But you already are. And he already loves it.

You kiss him again, right over that spot on his eyebrow that made him jolt the first time. He shivers.

“Yeah,” you whisper against his skin, smiling. “I can.”

Lo’ak’s laugh comes out ruined, breathless, and so full of affection it makes your chest ache. “Skxawng (idiot),” he says, but he’s pulling you closer, nuzzling into your touch, letting you spoil him like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.

And judging by the way he looks up at you; flushed, grinning, so stupidly in love, maybe it is.

⋆𐙚 ̊. lo'ak brainworms are strong rn for me.

[lynnerdo]

[julietelysythe]

Simping over this freaking art, So'lek is so fine

[scorpiomoon-444]

how big is the AVATAR fandom? reblog if you belong

how many of us are there before/after avatar fire and ash?

[nyra-42]

Seeing an edit on TikTok of a “character”.

*Sighs*

Opens Tumblr and looks up “character” x reader.

[dierdre-despair-and-destiny]

Me because Im scrolling FOREVER just to fine new fics 😔

Tumblr should have a shuffle option when your on a tag

[sunkissedangelic]

the whole RDA needs to explode i need jake sully to get his white boy whimsy back

give me this idiot back