#sosul

[lvlypinkie]

I don't think ya'll understand how much I want more content with AFOP side characters. I fell absolutely in love with Sosul the first time he came on screen and I NEVER see people talk about him. Itu, Solali, Okul. Even Emeray. Dudes a bit of an ass but a cute one. And don't get me started on Ya'fatar! There are so many good looking people in this game and I can't court any of them. I'm devastated

[skxawng-vrrtep]

My (male) Avatar crushes! I'll be working on the ladies and non-binaries soon. <3

[theatregeek-247]

Unloading Burden - Part 1- (sosul x mangkwan!reader)

᯽ word count: 592

᯽warnings: negative self thoughts

᯽a/n: This is a request from @cerealash! This is a short part but just to get something out to encourage me to write more haha. I thought it would be fun to play around with the idea of the burden carrier of the Zeswa meeting and falling for a runaway Mangkwan Na’vi. I will eventually make a separate post for requests, but until then if you have any, leave them in the comments! 

᯽na'vi guide:

ketuwong - alien

zevakx - cruel

winzaw - arrow deer

yerik - hexapede

The ash on their skin had been there for days, cracked and falling off slowly like dandruff. However, they didn’t wash the white and red from their body. A reminder of where they came, where they’d suffered, where the great mother had abandoned. Breath paused at the thought of the great mother, Eywa. Looking around at the fresh vegetation and luscious plant life around, the tension started to relax in their shoulders. It had been weeks since they’d seen a lush forest like the Kinglor, used to the sharp yurts and hot, dry sand of the Mangkwan’s homeland. But knowing that they weren’t going back to the land of ash filled their body with an ease they hadn’t ever felt before. 

‘You are nothing without Varang, without her fire’

‘You are not deserving of a fresh start’

They shook their head, ears pinned back as they tried to escape from their own thoughts. They had been hearing these thoughts ever since (y/n) had started considering abandoning their violent clan. 

During a hunt to the upper plains, they had seen a Winzaw with a strange beeping device sticking out from its shoulder. Curious about the device and the pale pink creature, (y/n) approached carefully, hands in front of them as they whispered calming reassurances. Finally yanking the device out, the creature’s head dipped into (y/n)’s hand, rubbing against them as a thank you. As they lightly ran a thumb along the creature's face, their gaze went to the shiny device in their hand. 

The thud from the arrow ripped a cry from the creature as it pierced the Winzaw’s thigh. The rest of the hunting party had spotted them, and unlike (y/n), they had no curiosity or care for anything. They only craved to look the best, the strongest, the one most capable to step up for the clan. Taking a step back in shock, they dropped the ketuwong metal. Trying not to let their nerves show outwardly, their back straightened and they gripped their curved knife. The hunting party closed in on them, strapping up the poor thing in rough frayed ropes, sometimes stabbing it or whipping it with maniacal laughter and taunts while they led it back to their volcanic wasteland. 

A snapping branch brought their attention back to the trees looming above them and the predators that were wandering throughout, searching for their next meal. They quickly retreated behind one of the large trunks of the twisted scale trees, keeping their eyes and eyes open, slowing down their breath and trying to calm their heart pounding against their ribcage. It stilled slowly as they saw a Yerik creeping across the path they were about to approach, a small and silent sigh leaving their lips. They were heading North to the Upper Plains, just now approaching their path towards the Celebration Arches; they didn’t have time to stop for every Yerik that crossed their path.

‘You were never brave enough.’

A frustrated hiss left (y/n), getting stuck in their head was something they did often, criticizing themselves like the chatter of the hunting party. This was the whole reason they left, feeling like they were going crazy, a voice in the back of their head saying it would be best for the clan anyways. They were never built to be zevakx. Wandering the plains, figuring out who they were now and what they wanted to do would be easier in a place so vast and far from the ash (y/n) had become accustomed to. 

[sweetsugarsassafras]

Little interaction of Sosul, Nesim, and Minang with their kids.

Sosul

Who bathes his babies in zakru milk, swearing that it makes their skin stronger and softer, that it cures any and every rash.

Who takes them with him to tune the flutes, enough so that they can tell when one, and which one has gone out of tune by the time they can walk.

Sosul who "catches" them when they "steal" the cheese he makes, playfully telling them that their grandfather Kin will make them into cheese wheels.

Taking them on trips to the Zakru graveyard, telling them stories of those who have passed like Pasuk. Showing them the murals of how their people first followed the great beasts. Teaching his children that the graveyard is a place of peace.

Nesim

Who paints her babies like little warriors, matching their colors to hers so all know who they are. Never denying them when they ask to paint her in return, wearing their little handprints with pride.

Who teaches them how to fight dance the moment they can walk, cheering as they bop up and down and do their little kicks. When they topple she gently urges them to stand again.

Nesim who laughs and encourages their hisses and "roars" when they hear the Cloaked Leopards who pass by their camps and home.

Who teaches them to shoot their spears from their ikran and direhorses with such accuracy and speed that they can do it with their eyes closed, only using their mounts senses to "see".

Minang

Minang who walks with her children amongst the Pali herds, showing them to be gentle with the creatures. On rough nights when they can't sleep she rides with her babies along river edges and the fields of flowers, lulling her babies to sleep.

Who gives her children the Zakru's favorite paints letting them paint the great beasts to their hearts content. Listening to them chatter about their day nodding every now and again as if agreeing with something when the animal would make a noise.

Minang who when the time comes patiently explains to them their tradition of letting their burdens go, holding them and comforting them as they say goodbye to their old things.

Minang who takes her kids with her around the camp, introducing them to everyone and showing the how important everyone is to their clan. Watching in pride as they grow into their own as they give advice to their friends mediating when their friends need.

[niolo-tamtey]

Do you ship Ri'nela and Sosul?

Yes

its a very niche ship

No ( Ship Ri'nela with someone else)

Voting ended onMay 3

When I played the Sky breaker DLC and seeing Sosul and Ri'nela I don't know why but I the thought of Sosul and Ri'nela.

Sosul was a burden carrier and has been alone most of the time.

Ri'nela the Tsahik of the Sarentu is gentle and kind.

I don't know but I think Sosul finds her very beautiful and would get very nervous around her. Kin would tease Sosul to no end.

[restingwithineywa]

A mod jumpscare lol

i forget anyone with the same hair as the 'replacement' also gets the modded hair.

[savanathema]

So’leks beautiful ikran Íley, and the named NPCs

[appreciatingtokrev]

do we have any consensus on how old sosul is? i’ve found i quite struggle placing na’vi ages and i have an OC i ship with him so i’m wondering