#triggering stuff

[aethermakes]

Hello, I’m sorry I’m in your dm, I know you don’t know me , but I’m a Nigerian trans woman who got attacked and stabbed by three men and didn’t get help from the hospital, police, or people around(proof and full story on my pinned page), that is to show you how transphobic and homophobic Nigerians can be, now I’m reaching out cause I need help to move out of this unsafe environment, please donate if you can and kindly reblog if you can’t,feel free to ask for further proof, you can even call me if you want to, my Dm is open for your requests, just help me get out of here please, I’ve a strong feeling they will try again, I don’t wanna be another story on the blogs that people will laugh at instead of finding justice for, few stories of how Nigerian LGBTQ community have been mistreated are all over my page. Please consider helping, my life is at risk and I need urgent help

As a member of the LGBTQ in Nigeria this resonates with me. It's for this reason that I'm still in the closet, and that closet is a vault.

I'm so scared of being outed that even when I left the country I never came out, I was never myself for fear that the news would make it's way back. Especially since I had to return. Just before I left, I watched a man be mobbed in front of my work place, with cheerful jeering from my coworkers, encouraging the crowd to "beat him, he is a homo" with a few elderly women pleading to let him go, that he might die.

Luckily he managed to escape, losing his shoes and his phone in the process. The person who lured him bragged about meeting him online and tricking him into coming to see someone who he probably thought he could relate to. For the rest of the day my coworkers chatted how they had finally seen a "homo" in real life and how much "unfortunate" was that he escaped. This was 5 years ago and I still get triggered when I remember.

I'm still trying to figure out arrangements to permanently relocate.

Based on how tribalistic and religious Nigeria is I have little hope that things will change anytime soon. Individualism is always targeted and anyone who doesn't conform is seen as a drug user or a tout.

Kim, I have little hope for Nigeria, but I still have hope. The authorities are a joke, especially if you aren't wealthy. And even then, look what they did to Bobrisky. Who gets arrested for spraying money in Nigeria?

I'll do what I can to support you, stay safe out there. You're very brave for being able to be yourself, I am unfortunately not that brave and will be living vicariously through you.

More support is needed and I know you get it. Keep being you.

[silvershiningtarot]

Pick A Card- When/ Where You Will Meet Your FS & What Type Of Person He Is

*Take your time look at the pile. Breath in and out, relax your mind focus on what pile you feel pulled too. Take whatever resonate with you

Pile 1: you are going to meet your FS at a barbershop or at a coffee shop. Even at a restaurant. I’m hearing already that it’s going to be recognition. He’s the type that he has a lot of stuff to clean up like throw away old clothes, photos, and old energies. You guys are going to have that black Love couple dynamic and it’s like you guys are the perfect match, the power couple get the business done. Your mother in law or his mother in law will welcome you guys to there circle. Y’all are going to be very supportive of each other. You are the light feminine very mature, stable and confident about who you are. This is very mature connection between you and him or her. This union is so close and coming very quick and this is destiny and you are ready. You guys are each other mirrors, I feel like this is your best friend he’s very mature for his age and he does a lot of shadow work and before he didn’t want see the truth. He dealt with a lot of bad energies around him and he dealt with people who said out of sight out of mind. That’s shit sucks, someone used to ghosted him and made him feels unwanted and love. I think that sometimes he can be cold-hearted giving the cold shoulder being super petty. He’s the type that dealt with only one way because again unrequited love and it never got return back to him. Dealt with toxic energy and toxic connections. I feel like he covers up the burning memories by blocking them out. Don’t want to face them at all, those memories trigger him bad. He’s A-List celebrity and he’s higher top list. Everybody knows his name got a lot of followers on social media and he does let the fame get to his head. Your FS does brag about money and what kind of status he got..boo lame 😒 anyways your feminine side still searching, finding who you are and learning about yourself. Your FS goes through personality clashes, because he’s mixed up his energies with different people. He or she gotta sit down and really figure out who they are. He doesn’t feel like he’s smart and maybe his ex made him like shit. Maybe he said a word wrong or it didn’t sounded right in her ears and she had to correct him. So he does downplay himself a lot. This is your true love, he’s your soulmate and your on the right path with him but you have to patient with him. He goes through a lot of shit. He is so damn stubborn very arrogant as hell. Your FS got bad anxiety 😟 get nervous and he isolated himself away from people and even you sometimes. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you it just means that he likes his alone time. Again when you guys argue he will ignore those feelings and act like nothing happened. Remember to talk to him about these issues and feelings to open with him because again he is guarded. His ex never appreciated him and he finally realized that shit about his ex girlfriend. You might meet him This month it’s in progress now and it’s fucking happening now!! Take your time and chance. He fucking manifesting you, dreaming about you and missing you like crazy. I told you that he is mature man and I feel like he is balancing his health because I do feel like he got a illness and he does goes in and out the hospital. Your FS has manners like he kills people with kindness. You might meet him in autumn 🍂 season. Oh yeah he will open the door for you, uplifted your heart and energy. Y’all might be friends as benefit having fun and just having sex and that’s it. I sense that he is going to feel like that in the beginning. I was right, in the beginning it will be like a fling just having fun together. Again it’s because he is so guarded up and has been heartbroken 💔 before he’s going to like no fucking way I’m setting the boundaries. He is your soulmate you meant to collaborate with him, whatever business you guys do together I’m guessing is music because lyrics came out so yeah music. This is your husband and you guys are going to get married if you guys decide to go down that road together. He is crave for you like crazy I’m hearing that song in my head “but I’m crazy for you.” This is your true love soulmate.

Pile 2: You are going to meet your FS at a bar, airport or a gas station ⛽️. I see him starring at you at the bar. I can hear his thought saying “you look delicious 🤤” oh wow that’s crazy he came to like that. I’m sensing that he’s very fast with his words and his charms. I can see him sipping his drink just looking at you, I won’t go any deeper than this but your FS got CSA. I am soo deeply sorry for him truly. Your FS is celebrity and he is an entertainer probably a musician, writer or a dancer. I sense that your FS parties hard he got a lot of females as friends and he doesn’t stay home like that. Oh yeah your FS is diva, spoil and brat. You guys have an untouchable bond and it’s been written in the stars ⭐️ because you and him have a soul contract with each other. Oh yess yummy 🤤 you guys might have a lot of outdoor sex. You and Your FS has a unbreakable bond and nothing can’t tear y’all apart. He’s your high vibe soulmate and I won’t mention what type of celebrity he is like name wise, but you know who he is already. But yes he’s your high vibes soulmate and y’all can telepath what each other thinking. Oh unplanned pregnancy, oh girl someone is getting pregnant here. Your FS got rob. People had stole from him like money, car keys, credit cards, and even business. He be like WTF happened and he does bottled up a lot of emotions and have a lot anger issues and he’s taking anger management classes or he took them. He does cover up his anger and his emotions because he may act like he isn’t bothered but he bother by the bullshit. No way in hell he ain’t getting back with his ex or friends and even with family because he is done with that shit. He’s cutting off a lot of people and he has been begging for their forgiveness even from his ex he’s been begging for her or his forgiveness. Your FS is very sensitive he or she is sensitive as hell. he or she blocked out his or her emotions until that shit explode into anger. I’m hearing he or she doesn’t know how to express it. You two will be attracted to each other heavy and he is mature man and healthy man as well. He got standard or she does, friend as benefit oh wow yeah it’s going to be a strong affection you and him. Don’t make excuses finding ways to break up with him or her and he or she is your best friend. You knew them for a long time and this is your past life best friend that reincarnated back into your life. Don’t make assumptions or running away. You might meet him or her this month in the winter time. You guys are going to be working together and you two are business soulmates meant to collaborate and work together. Oh Woah 🤯 that’s why you are going to get pregnant, you are going to have twin girls. There’s a lot of fake ass friends, and fake ass love ❤️ with your FS. Dealt with unrequited love this dark feminine woman ain’t shit, she didn’t love him or her at all. She just used him or her. I heard she had blocked him or her for a lot of business opportunities. Y’all both are going to changed careers together and find something you guys are passionate about. You guys has a fairytale dynamic, Prince/Princess relationship. Again partnership oh yeah this is your husband/wife, best friend and business partner. Your FS loves your energy and this is your true love ❤️ you meant to transform with him or her. FS is bit greedy and very defensive. The reason why I said very defensive because I feel that shit he’s defensive because all of that bottled up emotions. Once he start to end those cycles he will free himself. He’s around a lot of toxic energy and it’s emotionally draining him or her. He lack of faith and he self-doubts a lot. He does want to change those feelings find forgiveness in himself. I don’t think he forgive himself. He want that new begins. He has to back off from technology and social media all these high ass role status he gotta come back down to reality face the real world. I feel like he’s mature in certain areas and situations but not fully mature with his emotions. See yeah he regrets a lot of shit. You meant to have a marriage with your FS.

[cybernecrosista]

So, Megastar is one of those ships I cannot get behind. Cause I really don't see it, for me to ship something it has to have atleast the characters seeing eachother as equals, which doesn't happen with Megastar in most continuities.

I do ship crack stuff from time to time but Megastar doesn't work for me :/

Also, some megastar shippers can be the worst about their ship. I will always think that shipping wars are dumb, regardless the ship in question.

But that's just my opinion, feel free to disagree.

Well, the thing is, I agree with you to an extent. Don't get me wrong, I love my angst and toxic ships, but to the extent some things happen is a little insane. I mean, I vent my feelings and experiences through characters too, but, to threaten, harass, or pitch a fit over a fictional ship is wild. (I'm talking about the shippers when I said that btw.)

I don't mind their dynamic in their shows or even the ship itself. It's the fact that proship correlates with much MUCH worse things, and so when that person put it unironically in their tags, it gave me the ickiest of icks. I mean, using the excuse that fictional abuse is okay because it's fictional is like saying, "Oh, that child got molested. But it's okay, they ain't real."

Abusive themes are supposed to disgust the viewer, to let them know that it isn't good or okay. I'm not talking about kinks or anything, I'm talking full-on bash head into the ground abuse. If a plot romantizes an abusive relationship, it was either written poorly or as a way to vent.

I mean, Arcee gets her cooch ripped out in my au. Themes dark like this are meant to disgust people, to disturb them.

So, for any fucking fit throwers seeing this, I'm not calling your ship the antichrist. Just cool the fuck down and stop grouping it with weird ass pedo tags. Like, fr.

I'm fucking weird too, but not a creeper! Enjoy your toxic homoerotic robot ship all you want! Just. Don't. Tag. It. Like. That!

If it makes you happy, and it isn't illegal or morally corrupt, please do it, consume the media you like. I'm part Austrian and German, but that doesn't mean I'm a ship-killing Nazi or some shit.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 69

Third POV

Eboni was unconscious for most of it. Slenderman dragged her to the white room, Eyeless Jack patching her up and refused to use any healing serum on her - much to his dismay. Jeff is forced to watch all of this, Slenderman dragging him along to the screening room. Jack patches up his jaw after finishing with Eboni and strapping her to the chair, placing the shock collar around her throat.

Jeff clenches his fist, grinding his teeth together. He hates this. He didn't want his girl to have to endure what he did. Maybe he should've stopped her...granted he did, but earned a nice shiner to his jaw. He grins, tensing at the pain. He'll get her back for that later. He'll make sure of it.

His thoughts are cut short by the sound of Eboni stirring awake. She jumps, glancing around to assess her surroundings. She grounds from her own movements, tensing at the pain in her ribs. But instead of being pissed, she grins - looking up at the camera.

"This all you got? For real? I've had waaaaay worse!"

"Fucking hell Eboni...seriously shut up.." Jeff thought to himself, glancing at Slenderman with nervousness.

The creature sighs, pressing a button connected to the shock collar. Eboni's body jerks, tensing painfully - yet the smile on her face doesn't disappear. Slenderman releases the button, the girl's body slumping - panting heavily.

"I will not tolerate anymore disrespect from you." Slenderman warns.

Eboni laughs, looking up at the camera again with crazed eyes and drool slipping out of her mouth. She's....enjoying this? "Again...a-again..."

The faceless male cringes in disgust. Moving to press the button again, longer than intended to. He stops, cringing even more at the flushed look on her face. Jeff is also equally surprised. The fact that she's getting off to this is making him a bit hard, but also pissed off. She shouldn't be enjoying this so much when he isn't the one pressing the button. Oh, she's really in for it now once she's out of there.

"This is your punishment. You are not to attack your fellow proxies, no matter what they may have done to you in the past. The past will remain in the past. Do you understand me?"

"Says the one who sought me out all cause you couldn't get your hands on my mo -"

Slenderman shocks Eboni again, this time turning up the voltage. Her brain will be mush at this point. "Do. You. Understand. Me. Child?"

Eboni slumps forward, her restraints holding her up at this point. "Y-Yeah..." is all she manages to say.

Slenderman turns to Jeff, shadows of a frown edged onto the faceless creature. "You.....keep her in line, or I will dispose of you both. I have plenty of proxies. Two less won't cause me any damage. Do I make myself clear?"

Jeff clenches his jaw, dispite the pain he feels when doing so. "Yeah, sure." He said through clenched teeth.

As slenderman leaves, Jeff stays behind watching his girl from the screening room. After some time, Eboni straightens back up her sickly grin remaining. She sits there, staring at the white padded ceiling - breaking out into a laughing fit. The smiling killer grins, feeling his length twitching in his black sweatpants.

He wastes no more time leaving the screening room and rushes into the white room. The two stare at each other, Eboni noticing his boner. She giggles, spreading her legs as best as she can against her restraints. He rushes towards her, slamming his lips against her own.

He's rough, sparing no chance for her to breathe. He grips her jaw, keeping her still while forcing his tongue into her mouth. Even in her crazed state, she's still so fucking hot in his eyes. He grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her out of the kiss. She whimpers, looking at him with lided eyes.

"She... she deserved it."

"I know she did. She should die. But you wanna know what you deserve?"

"Wha-"

Jeff cuts her off, slapping her with such force that her head flies to the side - her lip busted again. "A fucking punishment."

"But I didn't -"

"Yes you fucking did. See this?" He said, pointing to his jaw, "you did this shit when I tried to stop you from fighting Slenderman. I tried to protect you princess, and this is how you repay me."

"A... Are you mad at me, Daddy? I didn't mean to do that...I-I just -"

"Damn right, I'm pissed. Pissed out my fucking mind! And then you got off to slenderman shocking the shit out of you - huh?"

"I-I was just -"

"Eboni. If you lie to me I'm seriously going to ring you by your fucking neck. Be truthful, and I might go easy on you."

She gulps, watching Jeff pull his sweatpants and boxers down - allowing his length to spring free. She wants nothing more than to have it shoved deep down her throat, so much so she begins salivating.

"Yes! Yes, I enjoyed it. I'm sorry, Daddy...it just felt so g-"

Jeff slaps her again, a moan slipping pass her lips. "The only time you're supposed to enjoy pain is when I inflect it. How can you forget that so damn quick? I have to say...that makes me a bit disappointed in you, princess."

Eboni shakes her head, whining. "No... no, Daddy, please don't feel that way. I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything...pleaseeee.." she begs shamelessly.

"Anything, huh?", Jeff smirks - moving in between her chair, dick in hand. "Spit on it."

Eboni does as told, allowing the drool to slip pass her lips and onto his tip. The killer watches her drool easily coat his dick, making pre leak already. His smirk stretches as he grips his length, slowly moving his hand along the base. The girl watches intensely, continuing to drool over his length until Jeff deams it enough.

At this point, Eboni can't take it. She wants so badly for him to force it down her throat. Eboni desperately needs to feel his tip ramming the back of her throat. This can't be her punishment. This is pure torture. The girl whines, turning her head away. The killer clicks his tongue, gripping her hair, and forces her head back down to watch.

"Nah. Fucking watch me get off. I know you wanna watch me...aw look at you, mouth so wide open for me - begging me to mouth fuck you. That's what you want huh? To fucking bad- shit~" The smiling killer groans.

Eboni whines, squirming in her chair. Despite the pain overflowing in her body, she can't help the insatiable feeling of lust building deep inside. She can't help the wetness filling her panties as her lover continues to beat himself right in of her, just itches apart.

Jeff speeds up, the sound of his balls slapping against his hand & his groans of pleasure filling the white room. The killer moans, the look of desperation on Eboni's face turning him on even more. The fact he has her wrapped around his finger, having her this needy, makes this all the more alluring.

His veins pulsing along his base, the way his length begins to swell the closer he gets to his release, the pre leaking from his tip - a taste... all she wants at this point is a taste.

"Jeff...daddy, please...I'm sorry, so just...please..." Eboni begs, in a trance fixed state.

"Please, what princess? Use your words."

"Please cum on my face...please give me a taste. I promise I'll never hit you again. I won't enjoy any pain unless you do it. Please, Daddy, I'm sorry..." she begs, tears building.

Jeff laughs loudly in between his moans. "Look at you! High off my dick just from looking at it. Just look at how deprived you've gotten. Who would've thought....that the bitch I almost killed months ago...turned out like this - oh fuuck~ the girl with such fire behind her eyes, begging me to cum on her face. You look so fucking hot when you cry, have I ever told you that? Fuuuuuck~ keep crying for me and I might give you what you're aching for, princess."

So Eboni does as told, crying - pleading for the killer to grant her what she wants. The girl licks the blood from her split lip, holding her tongue out - patiently waiting for Jeff to finish. Jeff edges his length closer to her face. Her tongue itches away from touching his tip. He speeds up, feeling so close as he stares more intensely at his girl.

How did he bag her? Eboni truly is one of a kind. Seeing so many sides to her, witnessing her fall from grace and her deep dive into her depravity - forcing her to only need & rely on him. The splash of blood on her tongue from her busted lip is enough to make him cum, but he catches it into his hand- denying her pleas of releasing into her face.

Jeff watches as Eboni's tears build up more heavily. He laughs, holding out the palm of his hand covered in cum. He'll itch it close to her, pulling his hand back just before her tongue laps it up. The painful need in her eyes only edges him to continue this teasing. After a few more fake outs, he covers her mouth with the palm of his hand - his sapphire eyes hardening.

"Lick my fucking hand dry. Don't waste a single drop."

Eboni eagerly licks away, gulping down everything with haste. She doesn't break eye contact with Jeff, licking his fingers & sucking on them to show just how devoted she is to him. Jeff feels himself getting hard again, but he shoves his length back inside his boxers and pulls up his sweatpants. He looks at the camera, grinning madly. Sure, he'd go another round- but someone could be watching, not that he cares. This would just be another moment to show just who Eboni belongs to, but he would rather not it be Slenderman watching. Either way, he'll do whatever he wants to Eboni whenever he wants - no one can tell him otherwise.

Fortunately for the smiling killer, it isn't Slenderman - but a fellow smiling killer. Nina sat in the screening room, having watched the whole display. She can't understand why Jeff chose her. Why would he choose an overweight, unskilled, and completely useless girl? Why not her? Nina gave her entire life just to be with Jeff - to be just like Jeff. Why won't he look at her the way he looks at Eboni? Why is she so much better? What. Makes. Eboni. Better!?

Nina Hompkins would give any & everything to be in Eboni's position. It's all she longed for. So that will be her goal. While Eboni is trapped away in the white room, she'll do whatever it takes to make Jeff fall for her - to make the smiling killer look at her with eyes full of....love.

Nina stands from her seat, fist clench as she storms out of the screening room. Luna watches the girl rush past her, catching the tears in her eyes. The witch sighs, walking into the screening room. Luna will never understand how Jeff manages to drive these women to insanity. In her eyes, he's dangerous - a worse menace to society than any other killer within the mansion. She tried to save Eboni, not only from the rode Nina took but also from her unescapable fate. A fate that will only leave everyone in tears, even Jeff.

So she'll try one last time, speaking into the mic after noticing it's still on. "Eboni?"

The girl doesn't answer, her attention still focus on Jeff- leaning into his touch as he continues to play in her messy hair. Her bonnet & braids came undone during her fight against Taylor. Jeff raises a brow, rolling his eyes at the voice he can easily recognize.

"Never took you as a peeping Tom, witch."

"Whatever you did before I came in here, I didn't witness. I only wish to ask Eboni one last question."

The killer chuckles, moving behind Eboni and forcing her to look up at the camera. He leans down to whisper in her ear. "The witch wants to ask you something. Don't disappoint me again."

Eboni hums in response, blinking a few times at the camera. Once Luna sees she has her attention, she asks, "Is this....really the life you've chosen for yourself? My home is still open for you.."

She grins, the same psychotic - twisted grin she gave Slenderman not too long ago. "I belong to Jeff. Wherever Jeff goes, I go. My home...is with Jeff."

Jeff can't stop the swelling of his heart and those sickly butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "Fuck..." he groans, locking their lips for a rough yet passionate kiss full of emotion. He pulls away, smiling wickedly at the camera. "Hear that witch! She chooses me. Now go cry about it."

Luna cringes at the sight, a heaviness filling in her heart. She stands from her seat, speaking into the mic one last time. "Understood....It was nice getting to know you, Eboni..I won't bother you two ever again." And with that, Luna leaves the screening room.

Jeff moves in front of Eboni again, showering her with affection. "Good girl, such a good little bitch for me. Say it...say you belong to me again."

"I belong to you...only you.." she whispers.

"That's my girl.." he smiles, kissing her once more.

This is the life Eboni Brown has chosen. Time will tell whether she lives it to the fullest or regrets it entirely.

[mxngldmxdnsss]

The Hunt - series

Chap 5. Decode - Recom Miles Quaritch

I’m literally so tired rn wtf

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem!reader

cw! violence, war, guns, fire, trauma, this may be triggering to some with ed’s, death and nurses

Note : this chapter is DARK if you have problems with the content of this writing please do not read it any further. this series will have dark content. I apologize for saying this however I’m not responsible for the thoughts that come with this piece, I can only warn you and provide viewer discretions.

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

The cries of those people replayed over and over inside your head. Their screams of horror and fear. The sounds of guns and the heat of the fire set on the villages. It reminded you of hometree.

You remembered it like it was yesterday The cries of your people, sobbing as their only home they’d known was brought down in a day. You could still picture it. Could still hear it. Your people never stopped grieving their beloved hometree. Even you found yourself crying over your home. You could never visit for too long without fearing the sky people finding you.

You believed you could find a way to change these people. But they were savages. Ripping people from their homes. Taking no mercy on them. Killing their bonds like they were nothing. It tore you apart inside. How naive you’d been to believe that you could befriend, even mate with the monster in charge of the team.

It was one village after another, you felt so weak and helpless. Unable to do anything to ease the cries and pleas of the innocents. They looked to you for help, and all you could do was hope to calm them, even as your captors brought hell onto them. As the soldiers held guns to their heads and demanded answers.

The terror you witnessed all over again. It was horrifying, and you had to play part. The thought made you shudder as another sob escaped your throat. You brought a hand to your mouth and curled in on yourself, rocking yourself to sleep. You hoped the morning would never come, that the land would be forever shrouded in darkness, punishment for the sins brought upon Eywa and her people. You prayed to Eywa, words muddled by your broken cries. Spending the days to come, wailing as you hoped to wash away your sins.

You could hardly eat or sleep, the thoughts of what had happened plaguing your mind like death. Only you knew death was paradise to anything or anyone in the metal box you were trapped in.

Eventually the caretakers began to worry when your tray returned full, and your vitals dropped. They didn’t understand, they could never understand. To grieve so deeply for life you’d never known, was a feeling foreign to their cold hearts. The sky people were no different from stone. And the demons you’d once wanted to change, were hollow, void of feeling or compassion. Like dolls made from grass and leaves, made to obey.

You sighed at this thought, finding distraction from the uncomfortable ‘iv’ attached to your arm. Looking down, you observed the blossoming bruise surrounding the needle. It stung. Everything stung. Inside and out. All you wanted was to go home to never leave camp again. You felt tears forming in your eyes at this. The dreams of home felt real sometimes. Only to find yourself waking to the walls of your cell.

The reality of everything never felt so painful. You’d that that after war and loss, that you would feel numbness to everything. But it was opposite, all you could was feel every emotion from before. You felt it all in its fullness. You felt the anguish from your warriors, who felt nothing but failure. And you lived the cries of parents who lost their mates and children. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew that these humans needed tastes of their own medicine.

You knew when you got home you would have to tell your clan everything, and you knew that there would be war, greater than before. This time with more than the forest Na’vi fighting. You could only hope that before your release you could stay strong, your people needed you, needed your intel and insight. You only wished the Great Mother would show you how, how to help her people.

And she did. That night you dreamed something you thought was only a desire. But she showed you the hurt and pain it would bring beforehand. You knew you had a choice, but the choices separate from Eywa’s will, were measured. You thought of them, finding ways to make them work. But you knew that go succeed for your people, you would need to present Eywa, in all of her glory, to whom who’s fate was undecided.

You would need him to see Eywa. And for Eywa, him.

Your heart cried for him, although your mind seethed. It was him, you knew deep down, who Eywa had chosen to help bring balance to the sky people. With his influence he could bring peace to the humans, and with their peace, the Na’vi would be free from war.

You swallowed your fear and asked for him, all of him. Promising good health, just for his presence.

The nurses could only give you what you wanted, their worry for you more powerful than the fear for the General. They were happy, you figured. They were happy to have you bathed and changed, to have you fed and rested. You were relieved, their will to help so powerful. Like light within the darkness.

After you were cared for, they even started to move your things. You were given a room with a window, able to look out at the forest beyond the fences. Your home. You just had to comply, to learn their ways as they learned yours. It’d seemed that Eywa’s will extended to the sky people who didn’t believe in her. It was strange but a comfort to the pain you’d pushed down.

You’d kept your gaze on the trees, even as your caretakers came in and gave you a check up, and reminded you that he would visit you. Within your silence you’d prepared the way you’d fulfill your task. Praying once more to Eywa for guidance and signs, to know you were doing this correctly.

Ignoring the sound of the door as you witnessed atokirina’. You shivered, the spirits in numbers. It was enough to bring you to tears. You believed, in everything now. You had a mission, and without fail you would complete it. ‘Eywa’s mission.’

Wiping your tears you turned, expression content as you smiled at the person before you.

“Y/n.”

“Miles.”

Chap 6. It Will Rain

taglist - @gremlinfuck @katkat1918 @sublimedeersong

[celestial38]

Disclaimer;; All fictional !! My interpretation of what I think the ash tribe would be like.

pt 1.

Summary: After the death of his wife and eldest child, Jake takes his three remaining children and heads to the northern side of Pandora, the isolated territory of the fire clan, the tribe who can bring people back from the dead.

When he meets the princess of the Ash Tribe, he must now choose between opening his heart and letting someone fix him, or to have the opportunity to seek out his two family members he still wishes to see everyday.

As (Y/N) dropped the family off to their new home, she bid the family a goodbye before catching up with her brothers in their home.

Fawn was seething with anger, upset that he was tasked to train new comers on the fourth to last day of his training, he was wanting this day to go up to the mountains and pick his stone from the great volcano, but now he is here, awaiting for the children to come down so the three of them could get the equipment for their travels.

"Dear brother, why is your tone so sour." (Y/N) questioned as she rounded the corner of their home, her fingers dragging across the material of their shared resting area before leaning against the frame of the entrance, her hands crossed over one another as her tail wrapped around her calf.

Ay'u was next to Fawn helping him pick out some feathers and material to wrap around his spear for their day, a chuckle leaving his lips when Fawn glared at their eldest sister. (Y/N) was six cycles older than Fawn and seven cycles older than Ay'u, but the way they both acted you would assume they were her elders.

"You know why I am upset, (Y/N). This day was promised to me two moons ago, now it will be pushed back again." Fawn said with annoyance. (Y/N) just chuckled as she pushed herself off the wall, heading over to mess his hair up before pinching his cheeks. "My dear little brother, always so inpatient and so eager to be a great Olo'eyktan." She said before getting swatted in return.

"Father is always so strict about allowing people to come to our village, dismissing sanctuary and suddenly he allows this?" Fawn could only dryly chuckle, turning to give the elder his full attention now. "When I become the next Olo'eyktan, only true warriors will be allowed here." He said, pounding a fist against his chest.

(Y/N) could only roll her eyes as she moved back up to her feet. "Don't let father hear you, you know how he is when it comes to respect. Besides, he did announce that was Toruk Makto, a great warrior. You are still in training—" She said before suddenly dodging a rock being thrown at her head, a laugh leaving her lips as she took her leave to the area she told the kids to meet her at. The brothers following in line.

...

The first stop the siblings took the other three was their villagers maker, he was in charge of making all of their homes, spears, equipment and other items needed for living here.

Ay'u was the first to enter the hut, having been close with the owners son, he immediately went into the back to find him as the owner emerged from where he was at.

"Welcome! You must be our new guests?" He said as he stared at Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk, all three who were unsure what to say. (Y/N) stepped in, greeting the owner before answering. "Yes, these are our new guests. Father says to grant them stillsuits." She said, her voice gentle, but affirmative.

The older Na'vi nodded, he bent down to Tuks level before offering a hand out to her. "Do you want to come first? We will be right there." He said pointing to a area that was across from where they were. Tuk was hesitant, but agreed after Kiri said she would come with.

Lo'ak who had been quiet the whole time, tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder to get her attention. Turning around with wide eyes, she smiled softly. "I do not think I got your name." She said. "Lo'ak." He said quickly before getting to his question. "What is a stillsuit and do we have to wear them often."

He placed a hand on his neck where his necklace was, (Y/N) noticed but didn't say anything. "Not always, since you all are forest people your body will not be able to withsand the dry heat. The stillsuit regulates the moisture and produces hydration for you." She said, proud she could remember something that wasn't in her training.

"Don't worry though, you can wear your necklace still." She said. Lo'ak nodded and went silent, his hand placed down at his side as he softly clenched his fist once more.

Ay'u emerged from the back with his friend, Tasem, who immediately shook all of the Sullys kids hands. This making Tuk laugh loudly as the more he shook her hand, the more she lightly shaked.

"This is Tasem, he is a gatherer of our village." (Y/N) said to Lo'ak as Tasem and her greeted one another. Lo'ak greeted him back but stayed to himself, Tasem looked too much like his brother.

Kiri and Tuk finally finished, having come back over to the siblings as Lo'ak went up next. Standing near the Na'vi, Lo'ak hadn't noticed he went to remove the necklace to get the stillsuit on him, but when he did he let out a loud. "No!" stepping back.

Everyone turned to look at what happened, Kiri immediately going over to Lo'ak and placing a hand on his back. "Do we need the stillsuits now?" She said. (Y/N) just shook her head.

Bidding the owner a goodbye, the six of them now headed over to a area close by to where they landed. The tension somewhat there.

...

As the children all followed Fawn who told them they would be introduced to some of their creatures they ride, Fawn stood in front of an entrance to what looked like a forest before he made a few yips; all of them going up in one octave each time.

As they heard rustling from the bushes, some of their creatures began to emerge and circle around the group. "These are Dragon Moose. If you want to live here, you have to learn to ride." Fawn said as he motioned towards the animals.

Kiri was the first to let out a small gasp, the creatures in front of her were something she never seen before.

The dragon moose was one of their third largest animals they had on their island. Its large structure being so big that Tuk would need help getting on. The top of their head had two curvy horns that were grey and others black, the mane on their neck was black and the indicator with the name Dragon in it came from them having ears that resembled bat wings.

Tuk was placed on one of the babies that had came out and happily skipped over to her, she was next to (Y/N) who had offered to show her how to mount it and laughed when they both kept falling over.

Kiri and Lo'ak stayed close by one another, but still getting on their own Dragon Moose. Ay'u helped Lo'ak, sensing he needed a more gentle approach as he pulled the queue back for the other. "When you make the bond with a dragon moose, you will feel an almost burning sensation for a second. It is very hot. Inside of their body is a burning flame." Ay'u said as if it was the normal thing in the world.

"Burning?" He questioned. Ay'u nodded, he wasn't used to people asking about the anatomy of the creature. "Yes, the more you trust your moose, the hotter the flame burns. Like I said, the flame lasts for a second and you won't notice it a lot." Lo'ak took in everything he said before connecting the queue, softly hissing at the burn.

"When you make the bond with an Ikran, you feel their trust and breath. With a dragon moose, feel their thoughts, feel the bond within you. The dragon moose is a very smart creature, so it knows where to go without you thinking, but for now, tell him where to go." Ay'u wasn't meant to be the next Olo'eyktan, but he sure did like teaching.

Lo'ak nodded, almost mastering riding the moose right away as he directed for him to go slowly, not wanting him to go too fast and fall off. The children all cheered, applauding him.

...

A bit off in the distance near the more extreme animals stood Jake with Äoa and two of his best warriors. Eyta and Malik. Holding down a Mongoose Lizard, their fourth largest creature on the islands, but one of the fastest and hard to maintain.

"Mongoose is a warriors mount." Äoa had told Jake over countless of times, the creature struggling to free himself as Jake got ontop of it, wrapping the material around his hand to hold on.

"Nah," Jake took a deep breath, he needed to prove himself wrong once. One more time that he could do something right. "This one."

Äoa gave one more look at Jake, offering him a last chance to get off, but Jake stood on his ground. Äoa took a step back, but gave Jake a few final words. "Remember, the mongoose is a very fast creature. Once we let go, you must command him right away. Going up a tree, hold on tight." He said.

Jake tightened the lead he had on the mount before nodding, he took in his words before he was released.

Immediately it went down hill from there, as the mongoose took a very sharp left turn, Jake flew off in the opposite direction, a burn on his knuckles as the lead came on done. Behind him the mongoose let out what seemed to be a laugh and disappeared.

His ears flattened as Äoas' men laughed behind him, this being another challenge he needed to overcome. Standing up, he brushed the dirt off of his legs before letting out a whistle, he wanted to go again.

...

After nighttime had fallen over the village, Jake counted to make sure the three of his children had arrived. "Alright, so how was your day?" He asked them.

It was hard, raising three kids on your own and not having a clue what to do alone, he tried his hardest. Days like this he wished he took the bullet first.

Lo'ak could sense the tension and awkwardness before he answered. "I mastered riding the dragon moose." He said, he would occasionally glance over to his right where Neteyam would be before looking back up. A bad habit he needed to get out of now.

Jake could only smile as he knew what the other was doing, he placed a proud hand on his back. "That's wonderful. Kiri, what about you?"

Kiri knew her dad was trying his best, so she also replied. "The stillsuits we got were cool. They regulate moisture from our body to hydrate us." She said, making sure she got the words down from when (Y/N) explained it to them.

Jake made a mental note to ask Äoa about that. "Tuk?"

All three of them looked at the youngest one of them, a soft gasp leaving their lips when they noticed she was crying to herself. "I miss mom and nete." She said. Jake softly gripped her hand as he leaned in to kiss her head, he missed them too.

The room fell silence, none of them talked about what happened and none of them tried to understand it, but it was hard mentioning them.

Just outside the hut came (Y/N) with some of food, having not seen them at dinner, she took it upon herself to deliver it.

Peeking her head inside, she waved at the elder before handing them the food. Her breath hitching in her throat as she didn't realize their height difference, but she didn't pay no mind.

"Here. This is for your family." She said.

Jake took them before passing the food out to his family, moving back to the entrance he thanked the girl.

"Of course, have a good night Toru—" She got cut off.

"Jake." He said, the title of Toruk Makto being dead. "My name, you can call me Jake."

She softly chuckled before nodding her head, "Have a good night, Jake."

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