May 23
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More commission work from discord!
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Vgen oc commission
Commission on my Vgen 🦭🤍
Sosul and Spider discover that they are now going to be brothers (Spider kidnapped by the Mangkwan and his new stepmother)
Avatar commission for @victoria-anna-valerie (thank you sm 🥹💕)
I really enjoyed making the boys, they are so precious. 🥹💕
Afop sarentu oc! Kan’atey;)
Ash Bends to Flame Part - VI
Night claimed the clearing in firelight.
Flames carved rings into the ash-black earth, torches lifted high as sparks spiraled into the sky. Drums thundered low and relentless, their rhythm crawling through ribs and spine. Warriors moved like living embers—some sprinting straight through flame, others leaping over burning trenches, bodies streaked with soot and red pigment, voices raised in feral celebration.
At the center stood Rä’kora.
Still. Silent. Unarmed.
The forest Na’vi captives were forced to watch from the edge of the clearing, bound and shaking. None of them spoke now. Their fear was complete—wide eyes tracking every movement, every flare of fire, every roar of the Ash Clan. This was not a ceremony they understood.
It was something older. Crueler.
Then Varang entered the circle.
She moved like smoke given shape.
Her blades spun lazily at her sides as she circled Rä’kora, steps slow and deliberate, hips rolling with controlled precision. Firelight slid across her skin as she danced around him, sometimes close enough that the heat of her body brushed his, sometimes pulling away just as slowly, drawing the moment out.
Her tail trailed behind her—then lifted.
It wrapped around his leg, then higher, curling possessively around his thigh. The gesture was unmistakable. A claim made without words. The forest Na’vi flinched at the sight of it, dread tightening in their chests.
Varang’s hand followed.
She traced him openly—fingers gliding over scarred muscle, lingering at his chest, his shoulder, the line of his jaw. Not hurried. Not shy. Every touch was intentional, teasing, daring him to move.
He didn’t.
That only deepened her smile.
She stepped behind him, her body brushing his back, blades flashing past his sides as she spun away again. Her laughter was low, amused, carried on the heat and smoke. She toyed with distance, with threat, with anticipation—sometimes pressing close enough that her breath ghosted his ear, sometimes circling wide while the warriors surged through fire behind her.
The drums shifted to match her pace.
She came to face him again.
Slowly, she raised one blade.
The clearing went silent.
The cut was swift and precise—a sharp kiss of pain across his skin. Blood surfaced immediately. Varang pressed her fingers into it without hesitation, smearing the warmth across him, mixing it with ash and pigment. Her hands moved with ritual purpose now, painting him in Ash Clan war-markings, each stroke binding him further into the fire-lit world around them.
The forest Na’vi recoiled as one.
“She’s marking him herself,” one whispered, barely audible. “That means he belongs to them.” “No…. It means he belongs to... her.”
Varang stepped close again, her tail tightening briefly around him as she finished the final mark. She looked up at him then—not with softness, but with satisfaction. Possession. Playful menace.
Her fingers lingered at his chest a moment longer than necessary.
Then she turned away.
The drums exploded back into sound. Warriors roared. Fire runners leapt through flame once more, sparks bursting upward as if the night itself were celebrating the claim. Rä’kora stood painted in blood and ash, the heat of the clearing rolling over him—no longer an outsider, no longer untouched.
Varang did not look back as she walked away.
She didn’t need to.
The forest Na’vi watched in silent terror as the Ash Clan closed ranks around him, the message burned into their memory as surely as the fire into the ground:
This was not seduction for pleasure.
This was dominance made beautiful.
And it had just claimed its next weapon.
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Hereeeee arreee my babiesssss!!!
Princess/ wanted criminal Azula!!!!
Wanted criminal Selene!!!
Took me a hot minute!!!! Here my girllls areee yayyy!!
I have a little headcanon a year in the road where something happened with Azula, let’s say she almost got caught or was moments away from dying and her hair got stuck or gripped and at the moment she didn’t care and cut it and honestly was pretty upset for awhile until she acknowledges that it was either short hair or death/prison/ aslumy etc…
But that’s not for a long while!!!!