WRITTEN IN THE STARS.

you want thingamabobs? i’ve got twenty!

[wishuroses]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ now playing 𓇼 part of your world ⋆ halle bailey

*⠀karina !⠀🐚⠀any prns.⠀nineteen.⠀black.⠀beginner writer who writes for fun.⠀a bit ia currently.⠀enjoy your stay⠀⠀!!!

ⓘ below the cut is a list of my works, updated as of 05/05/2023.

disclaimer: all characters listed are aged up accordingly, unless explicitly stated otherwise. updates are slow and requests are closed ! also going through some really intense writers block. :(

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everyone.

✶ texts with the groupchat┆pt.2┆smau.

✶ avatar boys as romantic tropes┆hcs.

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neteyam.

✶ neteyam as your boyfriend┆hcs.

✶ crybaby┆❝ but you’re my crybaby. ❞┆when neteyam catches you crying because of something your mother said, he comforts you as best as he possibly can.

✶ starry-eyed┆❝ i love you. ❞┆neteyam sneaks off way after eclipse just to come and see you. lovesick neteyam ensues.

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aonung.

✶ such a sure thing┆❝ skxawng. ❞┆you and aonung get into an altercation when you catch him bothering your siblings, he later comes to you and apologizes, begging for your forgiveness; while catching major feelings in the process.

✶ oh say it ditto┆❝ bite me again next time. ❞┆as lo’ak’s twin, you get in just as much trouble as he does, and aonung takes a liking to that.

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lo’ak.

✶ texts with your boyfriend lo’ak┆smau.

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spider.

✶ make a wish┆❝ my wish is you. ❞┆you tell spider to make a wish, but his wish is already sitting right next to him.

✶ experiment┆❝ could i try something? ❞┆norm suggests that spider start experimenting with certain things whenever he’s bored. spider’s hypothesis, however, is something you would’ve never been able to guess.

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rotxo.

✶ crickets . . .

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tsireya.

✶ silence . . .

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kiri.

✶ tumbleweeds . . .

© wishuroses 2023. ☼ plagiarizing, translating, and reposting my works, especially onto other sites, is strictly prohibited.

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hey guys, long time no see. 🥹

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wow... hey people...

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i love ur work omg!! i need some more of spider like ‘experiment’ !!!🙏

THANK UU OMG 🥹💟 will definitely write for spider more in the future! thank u for ur kind words 😘😘

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i literally have a 200+ word wip rotting in my google docs but im procrastinating like my life depended on it. the hell wrong w me like

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YOUR THEME AAAA I LOVE IT ITS SO PRETTY!!!

THANK UUUU I LOVE URS TOO🥹🥹💟

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ugh ur theme eats so hard

thank uou so much. i will eat your entire account🤬🤬🤬💟

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HELLO NEW MOOT?? 🫣

HI NEW MUTUAL!!!!🤭🤭🤭💟

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hi guise... im alive... But im also dead.. no motivation for anything 🥹 DAY 57 WITHOUT WRITING IM GOING CRAZY

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IVE REACHED WHAT

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your theme is so pretty! loveeee the gif in your header <3

omg thank u so much!!! i never said this before but ur username is so nice 💟

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.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 starry-eyed, neteyam sully.

✶ pairings: neteyam x human!reader

✶ warnings: fluff, mutual pining, reader is a loner but neteyam still loves you, mentions of teyam’s toes (def needs to be a warning), love confessions, definitely not proofread whatsoever, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 856

✶ a/n: the gears in whatever’s left of my brain are finally turning yes lordt. happy reading! :-)

Contrary to popular belief, you loved being alone. Pandora is beautiful, of course, but with the way you were currently laid on your soft bed, belly first, calves crossed in the air, wrinkled pajama shirt tickling the back of your thighs, and your nimble fingers grasping the spine of the book you were heavily invested in–you’d say you were having one hell of a good time.

Unfortunately for you and your poor, unassuming heart, your me-time was cut short when you heard a loud thwack resound through the air, followed by a multitude of items falling off a nearby table.

You jolted upright, eyes fluttering around the dimly lit room in a panic to make eye contact with–

Oh. It’s Neteyam.

The clumsy boy was already crouched on the floor, stiff hand hovering over a fallen object and staring back at you with wide eyes, like he’d just been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Tey?” Jeez, you’d have to put a bell on him. This wasn’t the first time he’d snuck on you like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “What’re you doing here? You scared the hell outta me!”

“My apologies.” He responded, ever so politely, towering back to his full height to place items back onto your desk accordingly. The ghost of a smile can be heard in his voice.

“It’s okay, Tey. It’s fine.” The sharp sound of a book being slapped on your bedside table permeates the space. “You didn’t answer my question though.” He rolls his eyes. “It’s so late. Way past eclipse.”

Neteyam hummed before turning to you, yellow eyes shining with mirth. “I missed you. Is that not a good enough reason?” he leans against your paint chipped wall, rough accent feeling like warm sugar against your ears.

With a scoff, you flop backwards on your bed, legs and arms sprawled out–something akin to a starfish. No, you thought as your sleepy-soft eyes burned holes in the ceiling, that is not a good enough reason. But you suppose it could suffice.

“Teyam, you know how your mama feels about me.” A pause, a soft shuffle, then the weight of a head dips across the expanse of your clothed tummy. Like routine, you bury your fingers in his braids, nimble tips grazing against parted roots. He gets butterflies every time you do this. “If she finds out you came here, I’m definitely gonna turn up missing.”

(You knew miss Neytiri was never fond of humans, and you understood that–embraced the fact–but you didn’t know what the hell you expected when she nearly launched you off her son when catching your hand wrapped around his wrist, standing a little bit too close. Everyday you thank Eywa for Jake knowing how to ease her out of things. Everyone knew he was her main weakness.)

“..Whatever.” Neteyam figured that was something that might occur, but at the same time, you knew he’d never let anything happen to you–and he made sure to drill that into your head every single change he got.

Your eyes dip down to stare into his, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed almost sarcastically. “Yea whatever. Now get up ‘n help me make a pallet. I just know your knees are screaming for help.”

Neteyam perked up at this, and this time he sat upright. You could tell he attempted to hide his excitement, but the telltale sight of pointed ears eagerly flicking upwards gave it all away. “We are having a sleepover?”

“Yea,” the way your grin eclipsed your eyes had Neteyam’s heart ricocheting against his ribcage, “of course we’re having a sleepover.”

After a few minutes of whispered conversations and sounds of jostling fabric (chatting for five, and it took ten to make sure Tey’s feet weren’t touching the cool laminate flooring–he had passionately expressed how much he hated his toes being cold), you both were laid cozy on the blanketed floor, curled up against each other, Neteyam’s warm body encompassing your much smaller one.

Sleepovers with you rarely occurred, if not rare; he knew you were fully content on keeping to yourself, and he respected that graciously–it would never make him look at you differently, not ever. Not you. Neteyam feels the world fall on its side when he glances down to find you already eyeballing him, looking mutely through thick lashes like he’d just hung the stars.

The exchange was silent–almost as silent as you tended to be–yet it was comfortable. Neteyam could bask in you for hours, no matter what you did or didn’t do.

It was then Neteyam realized he would do anything for you, gift you the moon and a thousand other planets in the solar system if you’d asked him. A pair of lips pressed themselves against the crown of your head, your eyes blinking shut at the action.

“I love you.” He whispered, three-fingered hand reaching to cup the side of your face.

A small smile graces itself across your features, your own hand laying atop his, gently returning the gesture. He knew you loved him back.

You both decide to call it for what it is.

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.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 texts with the groupchat, smau. (pt.2)

✶ featuring: you, aonung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, neteyam, spider, and rotxo.

✶ warnings: light mode, everyone is stupid, cussing, humor (i giggled while making this), best friends being best friends!

✶ a/n: being bored at like 1am should be some sort of federal crime punishable by firing squad cause the things my brain manages to concoct is insane.

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my friends when i swear up and down i saw neteyam crouching in the dimly lit corner of my room

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girl get the fuck up!!