— Star Girl (ongoing series): before, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, after (coming soon!)
— Star Girl extras: Tag, Focus, Healing, (more coming soon!)
— Just for the Night, Part Two
— Like That, Use Your Words
— Brat
— Ocean Eyes
— Bf! Headcannon
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan
— Temptation (ongoing series): one, two, three (coming soon!)
— Not Enough
— Irreplaceable
— Mine, Yours
— Songbird
— Ease the Ache
— Push, Pull, Equilibrium
— Bf! Headcannon
it could go either way tbh. he doesn’t have any visible hair on his body, which makes me lean toward no. evolutionarily, Na’vi don’t need body hair to thrive in their environment, so it wouldn’t really benefit him in any way to have pubic hair. I never really thought about it but Jake’s avatar probably doesn’t have pubic hair?? maybe?? so I don’t think Lo’ak would either.
but I would imagine that if he did, it would be very fine and thin bc his eyebrows are pretty sparse.
so basically I guess it’s possible (especially if Jake has it), but in my opinion probably not
Out of all the people you know on here who are you inviting for a sleepover? (I'm asking all writers)
another fun question!! without hesitation @jakexneytiri, @tiredmamaissy, & @teyums
we would have the best time eating/making snacks, watching all things Avatar, and probably getting a bit drunk or high if I’m being real 💀 it would be soooo fun and I wish we could really do it!!
Out of the people you know on here, what do you think they're aesthetics are??
this is such an interesting question 😭 these are just the vibes i get from some of y’all!! not at all saying they’re fact but i love trying to read people lol. halfway through, this stopped being ab aesthetics and became solely based off vibes bc i can’t stay on topic
uhhh @tiredmamaissy gives me boho babe vibes. like very earthy, spiritual energy, chill and down to earth. like a female bob marley. her living in the carribean and having a slight accent kind of solidified this can’t lie but i don’t mean it in like a stereotypical way. her vibe is also sort of intimidating, she oozes confidence but in the good way that just screams dominance (yes this is me confessing my love for you)
@randxmthxughts she seems very put together, and odd observation but i feel like she’s a morning person. wakes up at 7-8am, has a set schedule. minimalist type vibes. possibly a swiftie??
@mightyneteyam not really an aesthetic but i’m like 98% sure we’re fucking twins. the keyboard smashing, i love the way they spam post it resonates so hard and just screams adhd (which i have), we’re def the same person
@sweethoneycn gives me mama bear vibes. like she’ll genuinely take care of you if something is ailing you, calls you “sweetie” or “love”, the type of person to make sure you’re okay. she’s super nice and that might fool some idiot into thinking they can get away w doing some fuckshit but shordy seem like she can whoop ass fr ion want no problems 😭
@theycallmesia definition of sweetheart. she is such a sweetie i feel like she loves hugs and is the type to walk around giving them out. radiates good energy, kind of like joy from inside out
@eitaababe i feel she is 100% a swifite. there’s no way she’s not, her stories always remind me of taylor swift songs and that’s why they’re so fun to read. she also seems like the person who keeps a clean room, like somebody comes in and moves one thing in the wrong place and she’s like um… put that back. now 😭
@justasimps-blog i feel like if Luna looked in my direction I’d probably melt into a puddle. like deadass. also feel like she has an amazing sense of humor and is someone you could laugh with for 4 hours straight and your social battery won’t run out around her
@andraga12 i think she has a very vivid, explorative imagination, was probably the child who was able to keep herself entertained. I’m also convinced she has magic fingers, the way she pumps these stories out at the speed of light? and they’re all good and high quality?? seems like an open-minded person, befriends all different kinds of people and doesn’t have a set friend group because she gets along with everyone v well
@lovemyavatar biggg bookworm. you can tell by the way she writes her stories it’s like someone picked you up and dropped you right into a movie and you’re the main character of it. probably excelled in all her english classes. this was the girl you could not best in a socratic seminar/class book discussion ❗️
In celebration of reaching 1k followers, I wanted to do show appreciation for some of the talented people on this app. I came back to this blog expecting to just consume more fanfiction and never expected to find myself discovering such a lovely community and having the honour of speaking to such wonderful people every day. All of my mutuals are such talented and lovely people and I wanted to celebrate this milestone by recommending some of my favourite fics from these incredible writers. Please read and respect all warnings and blog rules and most of all enjoy!
JAKE SULLY
But How Can I? by @touchedflowers
Bittersweet Reverie by @jakesullyfatjuicypeen
Boundaries by @cyberfreaky
Dulling Ache by @moxtailz
I See You by @heirtothekingdom
Lingo by @stargirlrchive
So Lovely, It Feels so Right by @reilicaria
NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK'ITAN
Before You Leave by @fleurriee
Beautiful Boy by @sunsents
Chosen by Eywa by @randxmthxughts
Cruel Summer by @andraga12
Ease the Ache by @lovemyavatar
Forever and Always by @jakexneytiri
Good Luck Kisses by @riadreams
Infatuation by @teyums
Starry Eyed by @wishuroses
Work of Art by @justasimps-blog
LO'AK TE SULI TSYEYK'ITAN
Am I Too Late by @pandorasbreathh
Aphrodite by @iwantjaketosullyme
Good Little Girl by @eclipseatsea
Midnight Rain by @andraga12
Stuck With Me by @theycallmesia
The Fall by @justasimps-blog
Quiet Love by @dreamywriter143
OTHER CHARACTERS
Ashes on Fire by @reyalvr (Ao'nung)
Busted by @kiris-wife (Ao'nung)
Freak by @yagirlheree (Ao'nung)
Hit Me by @xdbluesky (Ao'nung)
Punchable by @neteyamslovrr (Ao'nung)
Ralak te Sepawn ieyk-itan by @tiredmamaissy (OC)
Tìsom by @hinataashoyos (Tsu'tey)
I'd like to apologise if there's anyone I missed, I tried my hardest too look for a masterlist of all of my mooties and believe I got everyone who is currently writing fics. I'd also like to extend my love to all of my wonderful moots who aren't writers but are equally special to me <3
if you get this, answer with three random things about yourself and send this to the last seven blogs in your notifications anonymously or not! let's get to know the person behind the blog!
lizzie my yawne 💘
thx for the tag babe ily—but the way my mind instantly goes blank when I have to list anything about myself 💀
1. I’m a teacher which I feel like might be surprising to some lmao
2. If I could be outside 24/7 I would be. I would drop everting to live in a little cottage in the woods rn without hesitation. I would sell my soul to the devil himself to not have to work and just frolic in nature full time
3. I love traveling and have been to 13 countries and counting!
(I would just like to add that I am also left handed like apparently most of avatar tumblr)
heyy, just wanted to stop and ask how you’re doing :)
hi love, so sweet of you to check in! I’m doing a lot better with the personal stuff I have going on—just taking things one day at a time! haven’t been as active on here lately but I hope to get back to writing soon!
how are you doing?? love love LOVE everything you do 💗
Warnings: (aged up) nsfw, enemies to lovers, angst, arguing, hate-fucking
part one
The skin on the back of your neck prickles with unease, color tinging your cheeks as frustration mounts with each rushed stride through the forest.
You're practically vibrating with irritation, muscles pulled so taunt a dull ache radiates from between your shoulders. You welcome the sting of short nails biting into your palms, reveling in the distraction for only a moment before the scrutiny at your back becomes too much to bear.
“Will you stop that already?” Your lips purse with a low hiss, head turning just enough to send a steely glare toward the man behind you.
Lo'ak glowers at your quickly retreating figure, lips turning downward in displeasure. Long fingers tighten around the woven basket perched on his hip, the mere sound of your voice putting him further on edge.
“I can feel you plotting my murder back there.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes, attention returning to the path ahead.
The weight of his hard stare is palpable. It settles in your gut, twists your insides uncomfortably. Warmth blankets your skin, a heady mix of anger and...something else, something you haven't dared begin to dissect since the night you both crossed a line it doesn't seem you'll be able to come back from.
“Oh, I don’t have to plot, sweetheart. The whole thing’s already planned out.” His voice is rough, lips twitching into a satisfied smirk at the way your spine stiffens.
You whirl around to face him, fists clenching impossibly tighter, eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. Despite your best efforts, he's continued doing what he's best at: worming his way under your skin.
Whatever this is between you—this stifling tension—it's only gotten worse since that night in his family's tent. The lingering looks, the constant bickering...it's driving you crazy. Not a single day has gone by without some altercation with the youngest Sully brother.
Despite years of this back and forth, you aren't accustomed to the cold, unreadable wall that Lo'ak has built around himself since that night. It makes you uneasy, has you questioning if there may be some deeper issue he has with you, past the point of friendly competition.
“Charming.” Your nose wrinkles with an insincere smile, a scoff falling from your lips as you turn away from him again.
“You always do this." A humorless laugh echoes through the trees as you near your destination. Lo'ak jogs forward, arm extending to brush away a large leaf from the path, allowing you to duck through into the clearing first. “Get all mad as if it's not your fault we're in this position.”
You're already facing him as he steps into the plush grass after you, an expression of exasperated shock etched into your features.
“You're joking, right?” Wide eyes scan his lithe form, taking note of the way strong arms cross so casually over his broad chest.
He can't possibly think this is your fault. You were simply minding your own business, as usual, when he appeared and started bothering you. Kiri was at your side, the two of you helping prepare for the midday meal, chopping various vegetables for the clan.
Less than a minute after Lo'ak plopped down onto the rock only inches from yours, the fighting was unbearable for your best friend. She disappeared with the typical departing insult—calling you both skxawngs (idiots) with a soft sigh.
Truthfully, you don't even know how it started. You never do. Somehow, despite your best efforts, the two of you always end up right here. Harsh words and cold glares exchanged until one of you snaps and stalks off, only for the cycle to repeat the next time you see each other.
“I know you're used to getting away with everything, but you should know by now that I see through the good girl act.” Lo'ak's head tilts to the side, tail swaying with ease at his back.
Despite the volatile nature of your relationship, he's never stopped watching you. He's tried, he really has, to leave you alone—to keep his wandering eyes at bay. But you're always there, always so close yet still out of reach.
It's his own fault, and he knows it, but the fact does little to lessen the sting.
“What are you talking about?” Something ignites in Lo'ak's chest at the flare of heat in your golden eyes. It eggs him on, pushes him closer to the line he's always toeing, between good-natured bickering and actual fighting.
“Oh, please. The clan's precious little angel, used to getting whatever she wants.” His voice drips with mockery, and it makes a wave of embarrassment wash over your cheeks. “And you can't stand that I don't like you.”
Lo'ak's feet move on their own accord, bringing him a step closer with each harsh word. He has no idea what he's doing, doesn't know what's possessed him to take it this far, but he's just so...fed up. He's tired of this push and pull, tired of warring with himself every time you're close.
He can't stand you, and yet, he aches to be near you. His heart yearns for yours in a way he's never experienced with anyone else. In a way he hasn't been able to shake since the very moment he realized his feelings for you breached well past platonic.
It was only a breath later that he decided he would never have you. Decided it would be best to push you away, to protect his fragile heart from the surety of your rejection. Because, even at such a young age, he knew it would never work. He'd long been labeled the trouble child, the rebel, the one who ruins everything he touches...
And how could he bear to bring you down with him?
A surprised laugh bubbles in your chest, and you move back, desperate to put some distance between you. It's clear, what he's insinuating. That you're the instigator, the one to blame for the argument that got you into this mess in the first place.
Regardless of who threw the first verbal punch, Lo'ak's father—your Olo'eyktan—was not the least bit happy. He stormed toward the two of you without hesitation, sternly hissing that you were drawing attention to yourselves. Bringing shame to your families.
His words settled heavily in your heart, made your ears flatten with shame. But he was right. It only took a single glance toward your father, standing just a few feet behind Jake, to notice the disappointment gleaming in his eyes.
As the Olo'eyktan's closest confident, he has an image to uphold. Which, in turn, means that you do too. And typically, you're an exemplary member of the clan. You pull your own weight, help others whenever possible, and keep to yourself otherwise.
But there's just something about Lo'ak that makes you forget all duty and responsibility in the name of defending yourself, of proving that you're not some wallflower. That you're worthy of being noticed.
Jake quietly ushered you both off to collect some fruit for lunch, ordering that you not return until you've figured out how to get along.
“Are you actually that self-absorbed? You really think I'd waste my time trying to get at you?” You peer up at Lo'ak in disbelief, a flash of anger making your heart beat just a fraction faster.
“Drop the innocent act. It's just me, and I've already seen the real you. Can't get much worse than that.” He regrets the words the instant they leave him, jaw clenching at the way your lips part in surprise.
He's taken it too far. That much is clear, if the pained glimmer that washes over your eyes is any indication. It's gone in an instant, replaced with the fiery anger he's used to. Your ears twitch, tail snapping, a clear display of your animosity.
“If I’m the clan's angel, what does that make you? Clan screw up?” Your hands curl into fists and you take a small step forward.
The air between you is sharp, jagged edges of your tattered friendship hanging by a thread. You can't help but lash out, even if the insult has your own heart cinching in your chest.
It was a low blow, and it's obvious you've hit a nerve. Your chest heaves as you watch the words settle over him, watch his expression crumble before turning hard as stone again within seconds.
Lo'ak's tail twitches to attention against his spine, before swishing from side to side harshly. His breath hitches, heart racing with an overwhelming mix of emotion.
It washes over him in wave after wave, an onslaught of anger, frustration, crushing sorrow. Because after all this time, you finally see him for what he truly is.
What he fears he'll always be.
“At least I actually contribute. You can’t do anything without daddy hovering right behind you. How pathetic.” He crowds the remaining space between you, towering over you, chin dipping as his eyes narrow into a harsh glare.
He looks downright menacing, not an ounce of warmth in his expression. A soft gasp falls from your lips, moisture blurring your vision. He's breathing heavily, chest nearly touching yours as he fights to slow the violent thrum of his heart.
You peer up at him, equal parts rage and hurt swirling deep within your belly until you can't take it for even a second longer. One of your hands rears back, but before you can land a hit on his cheek, he snatches your arm out of the air.
Long fingers curl around your wrist, his hold gentle but firm. The feeling of his skin on yours sets you ablaze, fans the flame of desire that's been building within you since that night. This is the first time he's touched you since then, and though it was only in an act of self-defense, the warmth from his palm has you reeling.
“I hate you.” You voice wavers, the proclamation nothing more than a broken whisper.
“Good.” His jaw clenches, your spiteful words only spurring him on.
He pulls you forward roughly, capturing your lips with bruising force. You stumble into him, body responding without hesitation despite the weak internal protests warning against falling into this pattern with him.
The pressure on your wrist disappears, instead moving to your hips as both of his hands circle your waist. A gasp tears your lips from his as rough bark bites into the skin of your back. You hadn't even realized you were moving, too distracted by the burning heat of his lips on yours.
Lo'ak devours you like a man starved. His kiss isn't sweet, it isn't tender. It's all tongue and teeth, a explosion of pent up tension that's been brewing for years. A shiver rolls down your spine, and you arch into him, pressing your chest flush to his.
Your tongues battle for dominance, ragged breath mingling as you both pour every ounce of distain for each other into the kiss. One of your hands lifts, fingertips smoothing over the side of his neck to draw him in.
You hold him there gently, a quiet moan spilling into his mouth despite your best efforts to keep any noises at bay. Warring desires clash in your mind. You want to shove him away, and pull him closer all at once. He's so infuriating, so intoxicating, and you're far too under his spell to escape now.
Within seconds, your loose hold is ripped away as he cages your hand against the tree, holding it above your head. You can't help the way your hips writhe along his, a breathy sound falling from your lips when you feel the stroke of something hard against your soft heat.
You respond by tangling your free hand into his braids, tugging harshly just to see his reaction. His head jerks back at the unexpected sting, a rough growl rumbling his lungs. Your hips rut against his again, the vibration of his chest on yours settling hotly between your legs.
A wave of pleasure washes over him, the color of his cheeks deepening. His eyes snap to yours, narrowed in warning before he leans forward, nipping at your bottom lip lightly. An involuntary whimper escapes you, hold on his hair tightening.
A low moan falls from his lips, a shaky breath fanning your face as he staggers back a step. Your lips chase his, seeking the heat of his touch before your mind has a chance to catch up. The two of you stumble blindly, an uncoordinated dance of passion as you desperately fight to stay connected.
This continues until one of Lo'ak's heels catches on an upturned root, sending him crumpling to the ground. His arms slide around your middle, caging you to his chest as his tailbone takes the brunt of the fall. He grunts against you, lips still ravaging yours without skipping a beat.
The slight ache from the fall is instantly forgotten as you mount him, spreading your legs so his body easily slots between them. His head tilts back at the sensation of your plush skin on either side of his hips, a shudder wracking his chest when your hands begin exploring his skin.
Your fingertips trail along his chest, over trembling abs, all the way down to the hardened length still trapped beneath his loincloth. When your touch ghosts over his cock, he jerks, his hips rutting into your hand. A breathy moan falls from his lips, followed by a shaky gasp when you do it again.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Your lips twitch into a smirk against his, earning you a low growl.
“Shut up.” He hisses, long fingers curling around your throat.
The hold is possessive, and oh so dominant, a show of control even though he's the one beneath you. He pulls you forward, claiming your lips harshly again. A shiver rolls down your spine, and you can't help but drag your soaked core over his cock.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He gasps, lips ripping from yours as his head falls back, eyes fluttering with a surge of pleasure. His hands fall to your hips, his hold tight as he presses you down onto him, guiding your movements.
“Take this off.” Your chest is heaving, breath ragged as you hurriedly tug at the strings of his loincloth.
His lips curve into a lopsided grin, though another moan rumbles his chest when your hips roll along his cock again. “That desperate already?”
“Don't.” Your voice drops in warning as you successfully undo the knot, before practically ripping the material from his body.
It's quickly discarded, leaving you with nothing to do but dissect his cock with heavy-lidded eyes. It's bigger than you imagined, slapping against his stomach as it stands fully erect.
Something warm and unwelcome blooms deep within Lo'ak's chest, as he watches you. Wide eyes, flushed cheeks, plump lips parted with wonder as you take him in for the first time.
He's quick to flip you over, to lay you gently onto the soft grass. His palms press into the earth on either side of your head, supporting his weight as he takes a moment to gaze down at you. He can't help it, the way his eyes lock onto yours, pouring out every last bit of his usually tightly shackled emotions.
Having you beneath him like this is something he's fantasized about for years, and even now, he's not quite sure that it's real. He's tried so hard to push you away, to wedge so much distance between you that this could never be a possibility. And yet, here you are, more beautiful than ever...and all his.
He rips his gaze away, warmth blanketing his face. He deftly unties your loincloth with one hand, slipping it down your legs smoothly. His palm skims along the outside of your calf, sending a shiver down your spine.
When he reaches your thigh, he gives it a firm squeeze before hooking his fingers behind your knee and urging your legs apart. A deep moan rumbles his chest at the sight of your glistening pussy, fingers moving to drag along the trail of slick coating your inner thighs.
“Goddamn, you always get this wet when we fight?” He rasps, only half joking. The mere idea of you so hot and bothered by him, by your frequent disagreements, has his cock throbbing in anticipation.
“Stop. Talking.” You hiss, the color of your cheeks deepening with arousal and embarrassment alike.
Lo'ak gives his cock a few strokes as he aligns himself with your entrance, dragging his swollen tip along your soft folds. You arch into him, a quiet moan falling from your lips. The sound has his gaze snapping to yours again, breath lodging in his throat.
Suddenly, this position feels too intimate. It tightens his chest, makes his stomach flip with conflicting emotion. A deeply seeded desire within his heart urges him to take care of you, to allow whatever this is between you blossom into something real. Something warm and soft, unlike the cold bitterness that's been festering for years.
It's all too much. Too good to be true.
So, instead, he grips your waist and roughly flips you over, hauling you onto your hands and knees before him.
“Lo'ak—” You gasp, surprised at the unexpected movement.
“Thought you said no talking?" His teeth clench so hard he fears they may shatter, but he welcomes the ache as he easily slides into your waiting pussy.
You cry out, arms already trembling, nearly collapsing onto the grass at the burst of pleasure. Lo'ak's eyes pinch closed, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he slams his entire length into your sopping pussy. He groans when he bottoms out, tip pressing firmly into your womb.
You're a mess before him, reduced to a string of moans and whimpers as he drills into you mercilessly. Your back bows, head dropping between your arms when your lower belly tightens. His head falls back, a low growl echoing through the clearing as your silky walls flutter around him.
He doesn't give you even a second to rest, maintaining a brutal pace as he chases his high. One of his hands smooths over your lower back, pressing into it to force a deeper arch. It continues trailing upward, until his fingers tangle in your braids, jerking your head back firmly.
Sharp teeth catch his lower lip, restraint tightening his chest as he fights to hold back mounting pleasure. All you can do is whimper meekly, the sting in your scalp pushing you closer to a quickly approaching orgasm. Moisture pools in the corners of your eyes, his roughness too much and not enough all at once.
This is what you expected from him, and yet, it's better than you could've imagined. The way he handles you, bends you to his whim, it has your pussy spasming around his cock all over again.
“Fuck.” Lo'ak rumbles, his free hand snaking around your stomach, fingers expertly finding your clit.
You jolt at the sudden explosion of pleasure, the mere swirl of his fingers over your overworked pussy throwing you into an intense release. A series of sharp moans echo through the trees, every muscle in your body tensing before you shatter around him.
Lo'ak suddenly jerks his cock free, the abrupt emptiness jostling your trembling form as he pumps his cock, riding out his orgasm with an arm still firmly wrapped around your middle.
Silence falls between you, thick and uncomfortable as the weight of what you've just done settles over you both. You fight to catch your breath, pushing yourself up and out of his hold with shaky limbs. You avoid the sharp glare you can feel prickling against the side of your head, eyes scanning the area for your loincloth.
“That's never happening again.” The words aren't nearly as strong as you would've hoped, the slight quiver in your voice betraying the turmoil raging within.
Being with him like that, it was...good. Too good. It felt right, like the two of you should've been doing this for years, rather than pushing each other away at every opportunity. It's planted a seed of doubt in your mind, made you wonder what it could be like to let him in, to explore the possibility of being more.
It's a dangerous thing, hoping for something like that.
“Obviously.” Lo'ak is quick to agree, averting his eyes as you shakily stand to your full height and pull your loincloth back on.
By the time he's retrieved his own clothing, you're gone. A rough sigh caves his chest, disappointment lodging deeply within his gut. Some part of him, however small, thought maybe things would be different after what you just did.
He runs a hand down his face, replacing his practiced mask of indifference before he'll have to face you again.
The walk back to Home Tree is silent. He doesn't approach you, instead he maintains a wide birth between you, trailing your tense silhouette from a distance. When he breaks through the tree line a few seconds after you, his irritated groan has your head whipping around.
Your eyes widen, silently asking him to corroborate whatever story you've just told before your attention returns to his father.
“Lo'ak.” Jake's arms are crossed tightly over his chest, a signature look of disapproval etched into his strong features. “Did you two work it out?”
“Uh…yeah.” He winces, rubbing at the back of his neck as a wave of uncertainty makes his stomach twist.
Had you? Or did he only make things worse, like he always does?
Jake's eyes narrow, flicking between the two of you for several seconds. He notes the absence of any fruit, which is the entire reason he sent the two of you into the forest in the first place. That, coupled with your disheveled hair and Lo'ak's crooked loincloth, tells him everything he needs to know.
“Alright. Dismissed.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, a sigh of exasperation filling the space between you.
You're quick to scurry off, practically running away the very second you're given permission. Lo'ak's gaze remains locked on your retreating figure until it disappears into the center of Home Tree. His head drops, eyes closing as he considers the consequences of what you've just done.
He only makes it one step before Jake grips his arm, gently pulling him back.
Time for pt. 2. I've read more stories written by these amazing people but on my original masterlist it wont let me add anymore stories. So I decided to make another Recommendation Masterlist to acknowledge and spread these stories ♥︎
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Jake Sully
FOOL'S GOLD by @emissaire
jake didn't expect that he'd open his heart again for someone else. after all, you were only meant to fill the space left by neytiri after she died. who's to blame him though? behind the vacant gleam in your eyes and the lack of brightness in your smiles, you're still good to him and his kids despite only marrying him out of convenience.
sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏɴᴇ by @eywa-eveng
Miles Quaritch
I SEE YOU by @soulntes
that fateful day on pandora, the baby boy was sought out by the young navi woman has become the talk and whisper among the humans and village.
Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan
The dream walkers sister by @gayfornatasharomanoff
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
hale by @psycholuvrgirl
someone from jake’s past helps the sully family navigate their stay with the metkayina clan. one of the sully boys takes a particular interest in the strange girl.
Lost and found by @justasimps-blog
Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?
High Infidelity by @andraga12
Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
STAR GIRL by @lovemyavatar
they say curiosity killed the cat, but what about an Avatar?
Promise by @p0w3rzz
you were promised to neteyam, after his death you are now promised to lo’ak.
Ao’nung
But he's a lot younger than you by @cinetrix
Ao'nung has spent the last few weeks trying so hard to catch your attention, make an impression on the older, foreign girl. It made him feel like a lion catching its prey. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was the innocent baby deer about to get corrupted so badly.
ʟɪʟʏ ᴘᴀᴅ by @smoothielenny
(Y/n) is adopted by the Sullys after her mother’s sudden death. They had to flee the forest and move to Awa’atulu for safety. Everyone are hostile to your family, but they’re more hostile to since you’re a human. Even with these situation you always held your head high and don’t let them get into your head.
Forever by @normspellsman
DREAMING OF HER by @wingedsirens
You’re the girl of Ao’nung’s dreams. Literally, you’re the girl from his dreams.
Scream
Ethan Landry
Karma by @corpsebasil
Stu Macher
My Boyfriend's Back by @final-girl96
YN is Sidney’s younger sister. She’s smart, beautiful, outgoing, and popular. She will be 17 in scream 1 and Sidney will be 18. She will also be in the same grade because she skipped a grade just to make it easier and she can go off to college with Randy and Sidney. When the events of scream happen and Billy is shot by Sidney at the end they also assumed Stu was dead as well seeing as he had a tv fall on him. But months later just school was coming to a close and they were getting ready to graduate and go off to college yn gets this feeling that someone is always watching her. The feeling followers her everywhere she goes. And the boy she thought was dead keeps coming back. She can’t tell anyone because she’s afraid no one will believe her. She doesn’t even know if she believes her own eyes.
Billy & Stu
Until We Found You by @slasherbvnnie
Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide by @pumpk1n-writes
in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in.
Ghostface’s fan#1 by @loveandmurders
Basically it’s female reader being obsessed over Ghostface and they decide to not kill her because of that.
Harry Potter
James Potter
No Longer Yours by @singmyaubade
James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Operation: Henderson by @ali-r3n
Eddie asks forces Dustin to set him up with Dustin’s older sister.
