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[sillyspot]

So uhhhh

Intros, amirite?

um

here, have my intro:

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☆ | Name: Nì'awtu, Olo'eyktan ayfrokxä (Lonely, Leader of many frogs) ☆ | Nicknames: Nì'awtu ☆ | Pronouns: any/all (including neo) ☆ | Gender: fluid ------ Likes/Dislikes ♡ | Likes: nature, animals, conlangs, music, dancing, writing, art, drawing, singing, horror, sci-fi, all that jazz ♡ | Dislikes: confrontation (the messy kind), pollution, uhhh a bunch of stuff but idk man ♡ | DNI: pedophile, zoophile, bigot (transphobic/homophobic/racist/etc.), basic DNI, bots ------ Boundaries Dms: N/Y/A/Depends Friend Req: N/Y/A/Depends ~ Template created by im_a_fox5845 on discord

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[papzig]

Hi I really enjoy your HC so i was wondering if you could do something based on this

What is was thinking of is afop x gn reader HCs

And reader is TERRIFIED of bugs like to the point one night they saw a bug crawl by their bed (or whatever they sleep in) and because of the bug they took all of their pillows and blankets and slept out in the hang out area of the residence base but somehow tames a big ikran alone with no gear whatsoever

im also not sure if your req are open because I dont see it open or closed in bio, so if it is close, feel free to ignore this

Yes I’d love to! And don’t worry! If I did have them closed for a certain fandom or anything I’d have it in my bio!

Afop x S/O who’s terrified of bugs

So’lek

• The first time he wakes before dawn and finds you cocooned in every blanket you own, asleep in the middle of the Resistance base’s common area, he’s convinced something terrible happened.

• When he quietly asks why you aren’t in your bed.

• You point toward your room with a horrified expression and whisper:

- “There was… a bug.”

• He waits for you to continue, expecting something the size of a viperwolf.

- “…It was this big.” You hold your fingers barely an inch apart.

• He stares at you in complete silence.

• This is the same person who bonded with an enormous ikran without climbing gear, weapons, or even another Na’vi nearby.

• He genuinely cannot understand the logic.

• The next day, he casually checks your room before you go to sleep, making sure there aren’t any insects lingering around.

• He’ll never tease you in front of others.

• Your fear is real, even if he doesn’t understand it.

• If a bug lands near you while you’re talking, he’ll wordlessly flick it away before you even notice.

• Secretly, he thinks it’s amusing that the bravest hunter he knows is defeated by something smaller than a berry.

Ri’nela

• She nearly panics herself when she discovers you missing next to her in the middle of the night.

• After finding you sleeping on a pile of blankets in the common area, she immediately asks if you’re hurt.

- “No… there was a bug.”

• She blinks.

- “…Only one?”

• Once she realizes you’re completely serious, she can’t help laughing, but not in a mean way.

• After seeing how genuinely distressed you are, the laughter turns into sympathy.

• She happily helps inspect your sleeping area every evening.

• If she finds one, she escorts it outside before you even see it.

• She absolutely brags to everyone about how you fearlessly tamed an ikran but once abandoned your own room because of a tiny insect.

• Whenever someone brings it up later, she’ll defend you with:

- “Everyone has something they’re afraid of.”

Teylan

• He wakes up and immediately assumes you’ve been kidnapped.

• He searches almost the entire base before spotting a mountain of blankets with your foot sticking out.

- “You scared me!”

• You quietly explain there was a bug in your room.

- “…You… left because of that?”

• He’s completely baffled.

• Then he remembers watching you calmly approach a wild ikran that everyone else thought would throw you off a cliff.

- “…Your priorities confuse me.”

• From then on, he becomes your designated “bug remover.”

• Every time you dramatically point at one, he sighs dramatically before carefully relocating it outside.

“ He absolutely tells the story by accident while laughing with the others, then immediately apologizes because he realizes you were embarrassed.

Nor

• He notices your absence almost immediately when he doesn’t feel your warmth next to him.

• His first thought is that the RDA attacked and kidnapped you. (Both dramatic much)

• His second is that you left on a hunt without telling anyone.

• Finding you peacefully asleep in a separate hammock somehow confuses him even more.

- “…Explain.”

• When you confess that you saw a bug near your original hammock, he raises one eyebrow.

- “You challenged an ikran alone.”

- “…Yes.”

- “Without equipment.”

- “…Yes.”

- “But this insect won?”

• You quietly nod.

• He pinches the bridge of his nose before silently walking back into the room to remove the bug himself.

• He’ll never admit it, but afterward he checks the room every night before you go to bed.

Tamtey

• They walk into the common area half asleep trying to look for you (most likely to be dramatic in asking why you would leave them) and nearly trips over your blanket nest.

- “WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

• Everyone wakes up because they shouted.

• You point dramatically toward the room.

- “…Bug.”

• They laugh so hard they have to sit down.

• Then you remind them that you literally tamed an ikran with nothing but confidence.

- “…Actually… that’s even funnier.”

• Every time they find a harmless bug afterward, they jokingly ask if they should evacuate the base.

• If they notice you’re genuinely panicking, though, the teasing immediately stops.

• They’ll shoo the bug away and tell everyone else to leave you alone.

Eetu

• He discovers your empty stop in the hammock and instantly begins worrying.

• Relief washes over him when he finds you safe.

• Once you explain the reason…

• He has to hide a smile.

- “So… the mighty ikran whisperer has been defeated by a little crawler?”

• You glare at him.

- “It had too many legs.”

- “…Fair enough.”

• He never forces you to deal with insects yourself.

• Instead, he calmly removes them whenever he notices one.

• Every once in a while he’ll grin and ask, “Should I check under your blankets for any tiny monsters?”

Etuwa

• She immediately notices you aren’t sleeping where you usually should be. (Aka next to her)

• When she learns why, she chuckles softly before sitting beside you.

• She explains that every creature has its place within Eywa’s balance.

• You nod…

- “…I still don’t want it in the room.”

• She laughs much harder at that.

• She never dismisses your fear, though.

• Instead, she gently helps move insects back outside whenever they wander in.

• She finds your contradiction incredibly sweet.

- “Eywa gave you the courage to tame one of the skies’ greatest hunters…”

- “…but not enough courage for a tiny beetle.”

• She says it with such warmth that you can’t even be offended.

• If she catches someone making fun of you for it, she’ll remind them that courage isn’t measured by fearing nothing, it’s measured by facing what truly frightens you, and everyone has something that unsettles them. (Phew and they said Shakespeare was dead-)

[sillyspot]

Some Prager for ye

Stripes may not be consistent because the pictures I found were highly pixelated 💔💔

[papzig]

Hii! I LOVE your avatar headcannons and afop headcannons. Do you think you could make head cannons based on this for avatar frontiers of pandora if you want to ofc

So basically its headcannons on how the characters would feel when they are upset at the reader(gn) for messing up a mission, but the reader feels really bad and sad about it because they are upset at them

Ofc

When their S/O is guilt ridden

So’lek

• The mission had been carefully planned. Every route, every signal, every contingency.

• Then, in a split second, you acted on instinct to help someone, revealing your group’s position.

• The RDA was alerted. Everyone escaped, but the objective was lost.

• The entire walk back to camp, So’lek barely says a word.

• Once you’re alone, his voice is calm, but noticeably colder than usual.

- “You let your emotions decide for you.”

• Hearing disappointment from him hurts far more than if he’d yelled.

• You try to explain, but the words get caught in your throat.

- “…I’m sorry.”

• He simply nods, still frustrated, and walks away to clear his head.

• You spend the rest of the evening sitting alone, replaying every second of the mission.

• By the time So’lek finds you again, you’re staring blankly into the fire.

• Before he can speak, you whisper, “I know I failed you.”

• That sentence immediately softens him before he kneels beside you.

- “You failed the mission. You did not fail me.”

• He admits he was angry because the mistake endangered everyone, including you.

• Instead of dwelling on it, he begins quietly discussing what could be done differently next time.

• For So’lek, mistakes are lessons, not reasons to abandon someone he loves.

Ri’nela

• She VERY rarely loses her temper.

• Which is exactly why you’re stunned when she does.

- “Why didn’t you wait?”

• Her voice isn’t loud, but it’s sharp enough to make you flinch.

• You honestly thought you were helping. Instead, the mission fell apart.

• The guilt starts settling in immediately.

• You avoid looking at her for the rest of the walk back to the base.

• Later, she notices you’ve barely touched your dinner.

• When she asks if you’re alright.

- “…I ruined everything.”

• Your voice cracks.

- “And I made you angry.”

• The second she hears that, her frustration melts away.

• She sits beside you without hesitation. “I was upset because I was frightened.”

• She gently takes your hands. “I never wanted you to believe my anger meant I thought less of you.”

• She reminds you that everyone makes mistakes. The mission can be attempted again.

• And that losing you would have hurt far more.

Teylan

• Teylan isn’t used to being angry with you. (Usually it’s the other way around.)

• Which makes it even worse when he finally snaps.

- “What were you thinking?!”

• The words leave his mouth before he can stop them.

• The silence afterward is unbearable.

• You immediately apologize. Again. And again.

• But every apology makes you feel worse instead of better.

• You end up quietly disappearing from camp because you’re convinced you’ve disappointed him.

• Teylan later panics when he goes looking for you and realizes you’re gone.

• He finds you sitting high in a tree by yourself.

• Your eyes are red from crying.

- “…You deserve someone who doesn’t ruin everything.”

• His heart absolutely shatters.

• He apologizes before you even can. “No. No, don’t think that.”

• He hugs you so tightly you almost can’t breathe.

• He admits he was scared during the mission and lashed out.

• By the end, both of you are apologizing to each other. (Hopeless)

Nor

• Nor’s anger is quiet. Almost unsettlingly quiet.

• After the mission, he simply says,

- “…We’ll talk later.” (Oh shii)

• Somehow that’s worse than yelling.

• You spend hours imagining every terrible thing he could say.

• By the time he comes to find you…

• You’ve already convinced yourself he’s disappointed in you.

- “I’m sorry…I know I made everything worse.”

• He watches you carefully. Then sighs.

- “You’ve already punished yourself far more than I ever could.”

• He explains exactly what went wrong, not to shame you, but so it won’t happen again.

• Then he unexpectedly places a hand on your shoulder. “I am angry.”

- * You lower your head.

- “…But I still trust you.”

• Hearing those words nearly makes you cry.

• Trust wasn’t lost, it simply needed rebuilding through experience.

Tamtey

• Tamtey wears their emotions very openly.

• When the mission fails, everyone immediately knows that they are upset.

- “Do you know how dangerous that was?”

• Tamtey doesn’t mean to sound harsh. But they definitely do sound like it.

• You quietly whisper, “…Yes.”

• After that, you barely speak for the rest of the day.

• Normally you’re always beside them. Now you’re nowhere to be found.

• Their irritation quickly turns into worry.

• When they finally find you…

• You’re practicing the same failed maneuver over and over by yourself.

• Trying desperately not to make the same mistake again.

- “…I’m trying to fix it.”

• Their expression immediately softens before they walk over and gently stops you.

- “You don’t have to punish yourself.”

• Tamtey admits they were frustrated.

• But seeing how guilty you already felt made them regret the way they had spoken to you.

• The two of you spend the evening training together instead.

Eetu

• Yikes what did you do to get him angry

• Eetu almost never raises his voice. Until the mission goes sideways.

- “That wasn’t the plan.”

• His disappointment is so painfully obvious that even you can’t even meet his eyes.

• You spend the rest of the day helping everyone clean equipment without saying a word.

• He notices how you, laugh less, smile less, hell even your ears droop whenever he walks by.

• Eventually he sits beside you. “…You’ve apologized seven times today.”

• You blink.

- “…I counted.” He said softly.

• You admit you’re terrified he’ll stop trusting you.

• He immediately shakes his head.

- “Trust isn’t broken by one mistake.”

•He gently bumps your shoulder. “It grows stronger when we learn from them together.”

• His calm reassurance finally lets you breathe again.

Etuwa

• Etuwa is deeply disappointed after the mission.

• Not because the objective failed but because so many lives were nearly put in danger.

• She tells you firmly that your decision was reckless.

• Every word feels heavier than the last.

• You just quietly accept every bit of criticism. You don’t argue once.

• That alone tells her how guilty you already feel.

• Later, she finds you making offerings to Eywa by yourself.

• You’re quietly asking for forgiveness.

- “…I brought shame to everyone.”

• Etuwa’s heart aches hearing that.

• She then goes over and kneels beside you.

- “No. You just made a mistake. Those are not the same thing.”

• She explains that true growth comes from accepting responsibility without allowing guilt to define who you are.

• Together, you finish the offering.

• Then she gently rests her forehead against yours.

- “Walk forward with me. Do not remain standing in yesterday.”

[pragerswoman]

Can we please have Quaritch or the other recoms trying to court na'vi reader but spider won't allow them near his adoptive mom like "y'all are not good enough for my mom and I don't want yall around her, End. Of. Discussion." also love your fics jejene hope you're havin a lovely day^^

Pairing: poly recom x y/n

A/n: Hiya my love thank you for the request 😊 I hope you enjoy ☺️

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Miles Quaritch

When Miles Quaritch approaches you, it’s clear he planned this conversation.

He’s standing a little straighter than usual, trying to look less like a war commander and more like… well, a man attempting to speak to someone he likes.

“Thought maybe we could talk,” he says, voice low.

Before you can answer, a familiar human body slides directly in front of you.

Spider plants himself there like a stubborn tree root.

“No.”

Quaritch exhales slowly. “Kid.”

“You are not dating my mom.”

Quaritch pinches the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t even say—”

“You were about to.”

Spider crosses his arms.

“Y’all are not good enough for my mom and I don’t want you around her. End. Of. Discussion.”

Quaritch studies him for a long moment.

Then he mutters, almost impressed, “You’re a pain in the ass.”

Spider nods proudly.

“Correct.”

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Lyle Wainfleet

Lyle Wainfleet tries a different approach.

He shows up with a small woven bracelet he traded for in the village, clearly planning to give it to you.

“Hey, sweetheart—”

Spider appears instantly.

Like he teleported.

“Nope.”

Lyle blinks down at him. “Where did you even come from?”

“The forest protects me,” Spider replies flatly.

Lyle holds up the bracelet.

“It’s a gift.”

Spider squints at it suspiciously.

“Bribery.”

“It’s not bribery!”

“You’re bribing my mom.”

Lyle sighs heavily and pockets the bracelet again.

“You’re making this really hard, kid.”

Spider shrugs.

“That’s the goal.”

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Prager

Prager decides confidence is the way to go.

He walks up beside you while you’re sorting herbs near the village.

“Beautiful day, huh?”

Before you answer, Spider slowly turns toward him like a guard dog hearing a suspicious noise.

“…Why are you talking to my mom?”

Prager blinks.

“I’m being polite.”

Spider narrows his eyes.

“You’re flirting.”

Prager pauses.

“…Maybe a little.”

Spider points toward the forest.

“Go flirt with a tree.”

Prager looks genuinely offended.

“I’m more charming than that.”

Spider doesn’t even hesitate.

“Debatable.”

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Mansk

Mansk tries humor.

He crouches slightly beside you, grinning.

“You ever notice how quiet the jungle gets when certain people leave the area?”

Spider slowly turns toward him.

“…Are you saying I should leave?”

“Not saying it,” Mansk replies quickly. “Just implying it.”

Spider stares at him for a long moment.

Then he sits down directly in front of you.

On purpose.

Blocking Mansk completely.

“You may continue speaking,” Spider says calmly.

Mansk sighs.

“You’re the worst wingman in history.”

Spider smiles proudly.

“Thank you.”

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Brown

Brown isn’t subtle about it.

He walks up and sits beside you on a large root, clearly intending to start a conversation.

Spider immediately sits on your other side.

Very close.

Brown glances at him.

“You always this protective?”

“Yes.”

Brown looks back at you.

“He does this every time?”

You nod apologetically.

Spider leans forward slightly.

“Also I’m taking notes.”

Brown frowns.

“Notes?”

“For when you mess up.”

Brown mutters under his breath, “I ain’t even started yet.”

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Ja

Ja is actually nervous.

He approaches you while you’re sitting near the water and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

“Hey, I was wondering if maybe—”

Spider suddenly drops from a tree branch behind him.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Ja nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Where do you keep coming from?!”

Spider points at him.

“You’re flirting with my mom.”

Ja glances between you and Spider helplessly.

“I wasn’t even finished talking!”

“You didn’t need to be.”

Spider folds his arms again.

“Denied.”

Ja sighs.

“I’m starting to understand why everyone’s scared of you.”

Spider nods proudly.

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Fike

Fike decides to just ignore Spider.

He walks up confidently and starts talking to you anyway.

Spider slowly steps in front of him.

Fike leans sideways to keep eye contact with you.

Spider moves sideways too.

They repeat this three times.

Finally Fike groans.

“Kid, seriously?”

Spider stares up at him.

“I can do this all day.”

Fike sighs and walks away.

“You’re ruthless.”

Spider calls after him.

“Correct.”

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Lopez

Lopez tries the “be nice to the kid” method.

He crouches down beside Spider.

“So… hypothetically,” Lopez says casually, “if someone wanted to treat your mom very well—”

Spider interrupts instantly.

“You’re not someone.”

Lopez sighs.

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I didn’t need to.”

Spider gestures dramatically toward you.

“She deserves a warrior poet, not a guy who probably flirts by saying ‘nice spear.’”

Lopez looks offended.

“I have better lines than that.”

Spider pauses.

“…Name one.”

Lopez opens his mouth.

Then closes it again.

Spider smirks.

“Exactly.”

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KO-FI

[kosmiknova]

Wips of Moke’ri, my pretty reef/forest baby 🥹

[chun491784]

Eywa, the hair was inspired by the glowing vines of the spirit trees :3

[angelicxboi]

how hard would it have been to just sneak lo'ak in this scene

[kosmiknova]

Doodles of mine and a friend’s na’vi ocs

[pragerswoman]

Can you do one with Prager where hes insecure about his looks among other recoms and reader have to prove him how atractive he is for her and assure him and could it be a little longer ? Like a whole plot if its not a problem ofc

Pairing: Prager x y/n

A/n: hiya thank you for the request my love 😊I hope you enjoy ☺️

It starts small.You notice it in the way Prager stands slightly behind the others during briefings. The way he jokes about being “the ugly one” when Lyle teases him. The way he avoids mirrors longer than necessary.

At first, you think it’s just his usual blunt humor. Until one night, it isn’t. The squad is laughing about something stupid. Fike makes a comment about how the Recom bodies are “genetic upgrades,” and someone jokes about who won the lottery hardest.

Prager goes quiet. Later, when it’s just the two of you, he shrugs it off. “Not like it matters,” he mutters. “I ain’t exactly the poster boy.” You blink at him. “What?”

He doesn’t look at you. He’s staring at his hands instead — bigger now, clawed, unfamiliar even after all this time.“You’ve seen the others,” he says, voice rough. “Quaritch looks carved outta stone. Lyle’s got that charm thing going. Brown’s built like a tank. Me?” He huffs. “Guess I pulled the short straw.”

There’s no self-pity in his tone. Just quiet resignation. And that hurts more. You step closer, gently taking his chin and forcing him to look at you. His golden eyes flicker with surprise. “Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you?”

He tries to pull back. You don’t let him. “I see the strongest man in the room,” you say softly. “Not because of muscles. Because of how you stand. Because of how you protect people. Because of how careful you are with me.” His jaw tightens.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.”

You trace your fingers over his face — the sharp lines, the faint scars, the features he thinks make him less. “I love your eyes,” you whisper. “I love your voice. I love the way you look at me like I’m something worth guarding.”He swallows hard.

“You don’t have to hype me up.”

You press your forehead to his.

“When you walk into a room, I don’t see comparison. I don’t see competition. I see the man I want.”

That breaks him a little. His hands settle on your waist, hesitant at first — like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he holds you too tightly.

“You really don’t think I’m…” he trails off.

“Prager,” you murmur, brushing a kiss over the scar near his temple, “you are devastatingly attractive to me.”

The words hit him harder than any compliment ever has. Because they’re not loud. Not teasing. Not public. They’re quiet. Certain. Just for him. And for the first time in a long time, he believes it. Not because the squad says he measures up. But because you look at him like he’s already more than enough.

[pragerswoman]

Hi lovely can you do something with Prager where his crush gets really hurt on some mission in Pandora and hes worried and try to help and shed a tear maybe

Pairing: Prager x y/n

A/n: Hiya my love I hope you enjoy ☺️ thank you for the request 😊

The jungle goes loud before it goes wrong. Gunfire. Screams. The sharp crack of something detonating too close. By the time Prager finds you, you’re already on the ground. And you’re not moving. Everything in him drops.

He doesn’t think — he just runs. Doesn’t care about crossfire, doesn’t care about orders being shouted in his comm. The world narrows to you. When he reaches you, there’s blood. Too much of it.

“Hey. Hey—” His voice isn’t steady. Not even close. “Look at me.” Your eyes flutter open, barely. “Prager…?”The way you say his name — soft, confused — nearly breaks him.

He presses a hand hard against the wound, applying pressure like he’s been trained to do a thousand times. But his hands are shaking. They never shake. “You’re fine,” he lies immediately. “You’re gonna be fine. I’ve got you.” You wince.

He hates that sound. “Stay with me,” he mutters, leaning closer. “Don’t you dare check out on me. Not today. There’s shouting somewhere behind him. Someone calling for med evac. He doesn’t hear it properly.

All he sees is how pale you look. How your breathing stutters. “Why’d you run ahead?” he snaps, voice cracking. “You think you’re invincible?” It’s not anger. It’s fear. Real, suffocating fear.

You try to smile — you actually try to smile at him — and that’s what does it.

His jaw tightens so hard it hurts. And then, before he can stop it, a tear slips down his cheek.

Prager doesn’t cry.

He doesn’t.

But right now he doesn’t care.

“Don’t do this to me,” he whispers, forehead almost touching yours. “You don’t get to leave. Not when I haven’t even…”

He cuts himself off.

Your hand weakly grabs at his wrist.

“Haven’t even what?” you breathe.

He swallows hard, another tear falling despite him blinking furiously.

“Haven’t even told you I’m stupid about you,” he chokes out. “Haven’t even told you I—”

His voice breaks completely.

“I need you,” he finishes, raw and honest. “You hear me? I need you here.”

Your fingers squeeze his hand faintly.

“Then don’t let me go,” you whisper.

His grip tightens instantly, like that was never an option.

“Never,” he says, fierce and shaking all at once. “I’m not losing you. Not like this.”

He keeps talking while the med team rushes in. Keeps holding you. Keeps pressing his forehead to yours like he can physically anchor you to the world.

And when they finally load you onto the stretcher, he doesn’t let go until they physically pull him back.

He watches every second they work on you.

Paces like a caged animal outside the med bay.

And when you finally stabilize — when he hears the word stable — he exhales like he’s been underwater the whole time.

Later, when you wake up properly and find him sitting beside your bed, he pretends he wasn’t crying earlier.

But his eyes are still red.

You reach for him.

He doesn’t hesitate this time.

He leans down carefully, pressing his forehead to yours again — gentler now.

“You scared me,” he murmurs.

You give him a weak smile. “You cried.”

He huffs. “Don’t spread that around.”

But his hand never leaves yours.

And now you both know.

He almost lost you.

And that’s when he realized he’d already fallen completely.

[pragerswoman]

My goodness, reading about the first time sex actually somewhat made me lose my composure. Reading Prager’s part actually had me thinking of some ideas… and that also reminded me of a question I wanted to ask you about him. How do you feel about Prager’s arm tattoos in his concept art? I honestly feel so sad they removed them because I personally thought he looked sweet in them.

But besides that, the idea was about Prager and male!reader or even just Brown, really. Whichever you felt more drawn to write. But it would be bottom!Prager and reader/Brown brings his bandana down to use as a blindfold on him. I mean, who could really resist not doing that to him 😂 - ⚔️

Pairing: Prager x male y/n

Warnings: Smut, Nsfw, MDNI

A/n: Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me blush reading that 😭 The fact that it had you losing your composure a little means I definitely did something right. And the fact that Prager’s part sparked ideas in your head? I’m both intrigued and slightly nervous in the best way.

As for his arm tattoos in the concept art… I love them. I really do. There’s something about that version of him that adds this quiet depth — like there’s more story written into his skin. I genuinely adore the concept art of Prager in general. Sometimes concept designs just carry a different kind of charm, and his especially had that soft-but-layered feel to him.

And I’ll be honest, I really love tattoos. I think they can make a character (or a person) feel even more textured and lived-in. On Prager, they didn’t take away from his sweetness at all — if anything, I feel like they made it even more endearing. There’s something about a character who looks a little rough around the edges but is actually gentle that just hits every time.

I can understand why you’d feel sad they removed them. Concept art has this special magic to it, like you’re seeing a version of the character that could have been. But at least we can still imagine him with them whenever we want — and honestly? I might keep picturing him that way too. As always thank you for the request my darling ⚔️ hope you like it 🫶🏻

The bandana smelled like salt and engine grease. Prager had worn it every day for years—through hunts, through storms, through fights that left knuckles split and pride bruised—but now it slid free with a single tug.

"Eyes up here," you murmured, folding the fabric between your fingers. Prager's breath hitched when you brushed his temple, the muscle in his jaw jumping under his skin. His hands were restless on your hips, digging in and letting go like he couldn't decide whether to push or pull.

"Gonna blindfold me with my own shit?" His voice was rougher than usual, halfway between a challenge and a plea. You smirked, looping the bandana behind his head before he could rethink it. The knot tightened with a soft click of your tongue.

Prager exhaled sharply when you palmed the front of his pants. He was already hard, heat radiating through the fabric as you pressed down. "Fuck—" His head tipped back, throat working. "Been thinkin' about this?"

"Longer than I'll admit," you said, and bit his earlobe just to hear him groan.

The blindfold made him reckless. Hands scrambling at your belt, hips jerking up into every touch—like losing sight cranked every other sense higher. When you shoved him onto the cot, he went without a fight, spine hitting the mattress with a thud that shook the rusted frame. "That's it," you muttered, yanking his pants down his thighs. "Gonna take what I want."

Prager's laugh broke into a gasp as you climbed over him. His fingers found your waist again, blunt nails scraping skin. "Better not talk shit you can't back up," he managed, but the way his legs fell open said plenty.

You leaned down, lips grazing his ear. "Watch me."

Then you took him apart.

Prager arched off the cot like a live wire when you sank into him—no patience, no easing in, just one brutal thrust that punched the air from his lungs. The bandana held firm, tight enough to crease the skin at his temples, and his mouth fell open on a silent shout. You watched the way his throat moved, the sweat already beading along his collarbones, and dug your fingers into his hips hard enough to bruise. "There you go," you growled, dragging him back onto your cock. "Take it."

He couldn't. Not gracefully. Not with the blindfold turning every snap of your hips into a shock to his system. Prager twisted under you, muscles locking and unlocking like he was fighting himself, his heels skidding against the thin mattress. One hand clawed at your forearm, the other fisted in the sweat-damp sheets. "Fuck—*fuck*—" His voice cracked, rough at the edges, and you laughed against his shoulder.

"Thought you wanted it hard," you taunted, thumbing over the head of his cock just to feel him jolt. He was leaking, precome smearing across his stomach, and you swiped through it with two fingers before shoving them into his mouth. Prager choked but sucked anyway, tongue working between your knuckles, and you fucked him deeper for it. The cot screamed protest, metal joints rattling, and you didn't give a damn who heard.

Prager came first—couldn't help it, not with the way you'd been driving into him, not with the blindfold turning everything into sensation without context. His back bowed off the bed, a broken noise tearing loose as he spilled over your fist. You didn't stop. Couldn't. Not when he was clenching around you like that, thighs shaking, breath coming in ragged gulps. "Stay with me," you muttered, dragging him up by the hair so you could bite at his jaw. "Not done."

He whimpered. Actually *whimpered*, the sound slipping out before he could bite it back, and you fucked him through the oversensitivity until his nails were drawing blood down your spine. When you finally came, it was with your teeth in his shoulder, his name a snarl against his skin. Prager went boneless beneath you, chest heaving, the bandana slipping askew over one eye.

You pulled it off slowly, watching him blink up at you through the haze. His pupils were blown, lips swollen from biting them, and you thumbed over the mark you'd left on his neck just to see him shiver. "Good?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

Prager's grin was all teeth. "Do I look like I'm complainin'?"

You laughed and let him drag you down again.

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Torn by the world, the Sarentu struggle to find their place and reconstruct their broken ways. Prager, a recombinant that escaped just in time to become existential and meet them, joins their adventure and tries to understand the Na'vi way.

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