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sylwanin-was-right · 1 year

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Cameron making Spider a child character, let alone a Tarzan-esque "native on the inside" side-protagonist would make certain ppl so obsessed w him for such troubling reasons, to me 😭.

His character is the best foil to his violent military father bc he's the perfect character to project guilt and accomplishment onto. He's made too young and too helpless to blame yet just principled enough (loyal to fya Na'viyä way) to distract from his privilege as a human among the RDA. In the movie we saw how little it mattered that Spider had a specific place assimilated among the Na'vi, just that he wanted to be Na'vi and was assumingly tolerated by them by walking thru camp and being friends to Jake and Neytiri's kids. In The High Ground, Spider expressed to Neytiri an entitlement to be part of the family (and by extension Omaticaya Na'vi) despite not necessarily being invited to be Na'vi anywhere, as we dont see him go thru any rites of passage adjusted for his humanness and just introduced as someone with a fancy for Na'vi lifestyle (with the unfortunate, and also convenient case that he was the only kid born on Pandora).

Spider retains principle of being loyal to the Na'vi in very little parts of the movie, dressing, moving, and speaking like them, even emulating their skin markings with paint, and of course militantly protecting them when he could in the behinning and very end. Yet it takes this distance between scenes to make his sideplot seem relevant to anything and make his drastic straying frlm principles seem particularly justified, especially his fixation to kame his father despite his associations and actions against him and the Na'vi. As soon as his character and conflicts are introduced, he is made helpless to uphold his principles as a prisoner of war, teaching recoms intricate details of na'vi life and navigation, including speaking the language and the utility of tsaheylu, to preserve himself after a precedent scene of onscreen sacrifice (the brain interrogation torture). It seems easy for Spider to exchange his secrets for preservation and safety against the labcoats and to fufill his personal interest in knowing his father in his new form and this is strangely justified because.... Spider just had to be Quaritch's son, too? And its even easier for Spider to seem principled in his passivity by juxtaposing his simple plea to Quaritch's major damage and affect on years of slaughtering. A wooden "this is wrong" and "I'm sorry" gives certain audiences a sense of relief, a character to ease their guilt onto when a movie metaphorically calls them out too hard. "I'm not as bad as the other guy" when the guys are still in cahoots by the end.

In the comics, Spider is more on principle, but acts very entitled to be part of the Na'vi bc of bis friendship with Jake and Neytiri's kids and his appeal to the Na'vi, despite not having gone thru any rites of passage, not given any special role among the people, and not being entirely accepted. I really didnt like how Spider basically told Neytiri he was part of the family whether she liked it or not and how often Neytiri was set up to look as if she was irrational against Spider for not immediately accepting him and being a liability to their navigation. Its the sort of entitlement privileged ppl have when they think they deserve a place among another group because they oversimplify what being part of that group means in order to enjoy it more readily.

Spider is not played by the most expressive actor nor written in the comics as a likable character. He's easily distrustful to me despite his deliberate age and racial/ethnic position obscuring his role in the films and thus is not interesting to me. But I knew he'd get ppl's attention so much by having interesting commentary about other topics (which rlly should have been introduced in another film rather than jampacked into AWOW lol) obfuscated by his privilege. Its disappointing and gets me a little resentful 💀.

#i guess this is the spicy post. or whatever idrc #venting more than anything #oel.mine #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles quartich #the high ground #avatar the way of water

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raving-raven-writing · 1 month

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Recom Headcanons

So, some of this is from my mind, but some of these headcanons I'm sure are based off others' headcanons I've seen. Also, some of these headcanons may actually be written in terms of some of my fics that I have written for Avatar. Particularly if you have read my story Lost and Found or any of my Recom Smut series. @hellpmeimobsessed You asked me to tag you, so here you go! Warning: Some of these headcanons may contain mention of past abuse/past child abuse/past sexual abuse, and may also contain content in terms of what the character enjoys in the bedroom Brown: -Was SAed when he was younger -Loves karaoke, even though he might be a bit tone deaf -Enjoys cuddling naked with his partner -Did modelling for a brief period of time before he decided to join the marines Fike: -....I got nothing for him, sorry. No hate to him, just don't have any at the moment.

Ja: -Was raised by his grandparents -Seeing the EMTs work on his grandma sparked his interest in wanting to become a medic -A sensitive soul, rather quiet and reserved -Enjoys movies, most genres except for horror; is a bit of a baby when it comes to the scary movies -Has minimal sexual experience compared to some of the others; but has always wanted to titty f**k his partner -Him, Prager, and Lopez are close

Lopez: -Is a masochist and will openly admit to it -Comes from a large family, a middle child of five. Very close with all of them. -Has problems with authority figures, always having to hold his tongue so he doesn't get himself into trouble -Very protective to those he loves or is loyal to -A rather horny drunk...this may or may not be how he and Ja got it on Mansk: -Has a light sensitivity, hence the sunglasses all the time. But also uses the sunglasses as a layer of protection of being perceived by others -Sits somewhere on the autism spectrum but was never diagnosed, comes across as just being "socially awkward" -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Was sexually abused by his uncle as a child well up until his late teen years -Definitely a mama's boy - The younger of two kids. Has an older sister named Nora -Turned to cooking as a way to cope with his trauma--found he had a gift for it and just kept at it. But also enjoys making others feel good by being able to give them a good meal

Prager: -Is a pothead -Grew up with alcoholic/drug addict parents, but was eventually fostered by an old teacher who took him under their wing -Likes most types of card games and board games -Stress cleans -Enjoys rollerblading and skateboarding -Easy going/go with the flow type of person--both in day to day things and in bed Quaritch: -Grew up on a farm -Raised by an abusive/alcoholic father and a mother that fell ill when he was in his teens -The oldest of three children---lost connection with his siblings when he left to join the military -His relationship with Paz started as her simply flirting with him based on a dare, but eventually turned into a fling as Miles was impressed by her boldness -Smokes when stressed but turns to alcohol as a bad coping mechanism if given the opportunity -Enjoys camping and hiking and being able to be out in nature so he can reflect upon life and to be able to get more in touch with his emotions -Likes to take charge in bed, but Paz is able to persuade him into being a sub in some situations Wainfleet -Has a bit of a crush on the Colonel. He thinks it isn't obvious, but some of the others see it -Is a switch in the bedroom. But prefers to be the sub when he is with his girlfriend, Mina. -Makes jokes constantly despite the fact that he struggles with his mental health--saw being the funny man as a way to make others like him -A middle child of three; has an older brother who is also in the military, but joined the Army branch, and a younger sister, who died when he was about thirteen -Grew up on a farm, although not many people know this -Grew up being rather sensitive and a "cry baby" as his brother dubbed him. Was a big mama's boy and her death damn near broke him -Smokes when stressed

Walker: -Likes to scrapbook in her spare time -Her and Z-Dog have flings with one another, but neither of them would label themselves as an "item" -Likes to sit down with a good book on a stormy day and curl up by the fire with some comforting snacks Warren: -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Has a crush on Mansk (initially unrequited?) -Is gay, but no one knows this (at first) -Is very much a wallflower, people forget he is there sometimes -In sexual relations, is very straightforward and a take charge type of guy--but makes sure that he is never rough with his partner

Z-Dog: -Grew up in a house full of men. Her mother left when she was young, so she just had her dad and her three brothers -Was very much a tomboy before realizing that she liked girls more then she liked men -Her father was a mechanic so she knows her way around a car -Enjoys physical sports like boxing and kickboxing -Chews gum as a way to manage her anxiety as well as to curb any emotional eating Zhang: -Is one of the three "strong and silent types" (with Warren and Mansk being the other two) -Rarely smiles -Enjoys shibari (Japanese rope bondage) and 69ing -Looks mean since he has a "resting bitch face" but can be quite gentle and doting with his partner -Joined the marines as a way to rebel against his parents since they wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer or engineer.

That's all I got for now. Might eventually develop some headcanons for Fike and might add on to what I have here. Hope you enjoyed reading!

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whereireid · 1 year

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i have this idea in my mind that quaritch will literally call himself daddy when talking to his bunny in public. i can just imagine bunny sitting in his lap while hangin with the other recoms and him just not giving a fuck lol

You’re right - Quaritch is obsessed with his bunny, has to have her sitting on his lap at every chance he gets, snaking his hands under her skirts and then when she pouts he asks, (very loudly) “don’t you like when daddy touches you there, bunny?”

ugh😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this gives me ultimate Quartich brainrot, and I’m 100% gonna write a Drabble based on this anon🤭🤭🤭

#anon #miles quartich #god quartich loves degrading bunny in front of his recoms #making her feel so small and timid #🐰💕—bunny fics

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ohdeersthings · 7 months

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I made this for yall. We are all Donald.

#avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #jake sully #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #tsu'tey x reader #miles quartich #ao'nung #tonowari

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ao3gobi17 · 8 months

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Custody AU drabble

This is a lil gift for @goodbyetothenight to say thank you for all the design help on my pinned post/masterlist! Two prompt words: “anxious, deaf.”

There is some angst here as Spider has not come to terms with being deaf (and please note that I haven’t gone for accuracy in translation though Spider might be inferring Quaritch’s way of speaking!)

X-X-X

Spider could practically feel the vibrations from Captain Delgado’s boots as he led the two of them down the corridor. He crossed his arms in his hoodie to fend off the cold air, trying to reassure himself.

He was nervous, but not nearly as nervous as the translator, who kept fumbling over the words.

Imagine there’s a line cut halfway across the table. Don’t cross that line. Come back to the door when he gives you the information. We’ll be watching you.

And then they were at the door. Spider went in first and the translator hovered half behind him, forcing him to step forward and look directly at Quaritch.

Quaritch’s ankles were shackled to his chair and there was indeed a table between them. His muscular frame hunched forward to look at Spider closely.

“You’re really deaf?” His face was incredulous.

Spider didn’t hear more than an indistinct rumble, but he’d seen that exact phrase on people’s lips so often that he didn’t need to wait for the translator to summon their courage.

He nodded.

“What happened?” That one was also obvious.

Accident Spider signed, his throat still plugging at the word. He watched the interpreter eventually come out from behind him and pad it into a short sentence.

Quaritch stared at him, and Spider felt like he was under a microscope. As he understood it, they’d only told Quaritch that he was deaf this morning. Spider hated the way people looked at him when they found out, sympathy soon giving way to him being othered. He wasn’t going to let Miles Quaritch of all people do that to him. He cut to the chase. They said if I came, you’d give up the Wedgewick Killer.

Quaritch responded and Spider could hazard most of what he was saying but waited for the translation.

Yeah, I’ll tell you. But you gotta tell me a few things about you first to make it fair, right?

I’m not allowed to tell you anything, Spider signed back dully.

Then let me tell you something. Quaritch waited for the interpreter to finish. I didn’t kill your mother. Do you believe me?

Spider shrugged. He didn’t, but it hardly mattered now, did it? They couldn’t even have proper conversation. Quaritch would spend the rest of his days here, cut off from the world, and Spider would spend the rest of his days outside but equally as isolated.

X-X-X

Spider was pushed over threshold. The bald man was talking loudly in his ear again as if that was going to help. He felt like he’d been thrown around in a tumble dryer. His heart was hammering like a jack-rabbit, hands clenching and unclenching behind his back.

He saw Quaritch sitting across the room as the bald man bent to undo his shoes. He’d guessed it was Quaritch, when they’d come for him, but with no way to communicate, he’d had to wait to see.

He tried to control his shaky breathing as his cuffs were undone.

Miles Quaritch signed and Spider blinked. He rubbed at his wrists, trying to figure out if he’d just seen his name spelled out.

You’re safe, son. Quaritch signed next. Safe with me.

Spider felt like a trap door had opened inside him, sweeping through a tidal wave of emotion. Quaritch had learned ASL? He’d learned ASL since last week?

I’m still learning Quaritch said, reading his expression. Not very good yet. Need more time.

The bald man clapped Spider on the back and said something. Quaritch’s blue eyes flickered to him then back to Spider, smiling slowly.

He says I shouldn’t do all the talking. Hug?

Perhaps there wasn’t any choice, but if there had been, Spider would have still chosen to stumble across the room and fall into his ex-stepfather's arms.

X-X-X

#custody #gobibside #Custody AU #spider socorro #miles quartich

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pandorafallz · 13 days

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So, I'm going to be redoing the possible clan names for the Dreamwalkers for my vampire AU.

This is in part, my last poll, i used a generator to create them but... I think i need a name that has real meaning and some personal reference (their origins from space, or avatars themselves) that also doesn't give the avatar group away but also one that could be acceptable for long term.

I put an English translation on the left, Na'vi on the right, but i don't think my gramma is good so this is what I've put together that I'm remotely happy with

#avatar #avatar au #avatar james cameron #grace augustine #avatar the way of water #jake sully #avatar rda #mo'at #neytiri #norm spellman #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #vampire #vampire au #vampire grace #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #miles quartich

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roxynmae · 9 months

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Announcement

A quick announcement from me, a disappointing one for those who have excitedly followed along with my stories in the Avatar fandom. After some upsetting experiences with plagiarism, I won’t be posting any more works in the Avatar fandom on Tumblr or AO3.

This is because my one shot “Stolen Laughs” about Spider and Quaritch was plagiarised by another person on Tumblr. My original ideas and writing were copied word for word, butchered, then reposted by someone else. This person knows who they are, and has been called out by my friends and followers in this community.

What made it worse is after this person was rightfully called out, instead of doing the responsible, respectful thing by apologising and deleting my stolen work (and stolen works from other creators they plagiarised) they decided to harass me on Tumblr by sending me anons and messages and deflecting the blame.

I, and other creators in this fandom are the victims, but this person has wrongfully painted themselves out to be the innocent person. They hurt me and others deeply by stealing art and writing that take a lot of time, energy, and creativity to make.

Then, they wanted ME to forgive them for stealing said writing, and asked me to stop telling people to be mad at them. I did not make the call out post or ask my friends to send them polite messages to take down the stolen works from their blog. But I am so, so grateful to my friends for standing by me and supporting me through this difficult time. It’s very appreciated.

It’s incredibly disheartening to see that this person is antagonising the creators they have stolen works from and won’t accept responsibility by admitting their blame and righting their wrongs. This could have easily been fixed by an apology and deleting the stolen content and refraining from reposting stolen works again. But no, they chose not to do that.

I know this because the original account who stole my writing actually blocked me instead of apologising, and as mentioned above, chose to send my anonymous messages to harass me into making me feel guilty for their faults.

For the people waiting for the next chapters of “Live And Let Die”, I am sorry but I won’t be continuing the story or writing any new works in the Avatar fandom. Otherwise, I am done sharing my work here. English is not my first language. I put a lot of hard work, time, and effort into writing something good and improving myself as a writer.

I won’t be going anywhere and I’m still writing because I’m passionate about it and not going to let this experience put me off what I’m passionate about. In the future though, I won’t be posting any Avatar related works on my blog.

I’m very excited for the next thing I will be creating, only the future will tell what that is, and for those of you who have supported me as a friend and as a creator, I cannot wait to show you what it is.

Thank you for reading and understanding❤️

#avatar #spider socorro #miles quartich #personal post #Roxy’s life update #roxy talks #announcement

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pinkthick · 9 months

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I’ll always be there for you

Credits: @bluekernal / @quaritchsgirl

Pairing: Avatar!Miles Quaritch & Kid!Miles Socorro

Summary: After waking up from his slumber feeling a little bit better, Miles discovers that Quaritch has made him soup. He initially doesn't want to eat it, but he eventually does after seeing how disappointed his father was that he didn't want to at least try it. But to his disbelief it was actually quite decent.(this is more of a little drabble that continues the last part)

Notes: Please take a moment to read this. Check out @bluekernal / @quaritchsgirl ’s blog because she created this AU, and let me tell you, her artwork is incredible.This fanfiction was greatly inspired by her drawings.

While Miles did pass away in this fanfiction exactly like in the original film, the RDA would have started this project earlier because the avatar body was already on Pandora and the humans hadn’t been sent back to earth. The humans are still living there, but the Na’vi still don’t accept them so fights ensure from time to time. Even though Quaritch is an avatar now, he still retains his previous memories, and he continues to serve in the ‘military’ on Pandora without his consent since he literally became the RDA’s propriety, but Jake Sully isn’t that important to him, his son on the other hand is what matters most to Quaritch.

Little Miles rubbed his eyes and groggily shifted over, realizing he had dozed off once more. He didn’t know what time it was. Though it could have been minutes or hours earlier, the last thing he recalled was his father feeding him yogurt. He noticed that someone was sitting on the edge of his bed as the sheets next to him were pulled down as he slid sideways and then he murmured, "In with me?"

Quaritch sitting on his bed stood up, walked towards the head of the bed, and before sitting again on it he fetched the warm bowl of soup in his hands. Seeing the food, his stomach suddenly gurgled loudly and they both stared, then broke down into giggles.

“How are you feeling tiger?” Quaritch asked as he ran a blue hand through his blonde curly hair.

"Much better!" He could remember most of what he had done when his delirious fever had finally subsided. He was quite glad that Quaritch wasn't upset with him even after entering the meeting where his father was present. The Colonel yelled at him the last time he did something similar, and he was even grounded without his tablet for a month. However, Z-Dog gave him her tablet without the avatar knowing, so it wasn't all that horrible because he could still play games. He even broke her high score on Angry Birds.

“The Earth to Miles? Quaritch asked as he gave the child a gentle prod and the young kid immediately smiled in response. "Don't you want to want to eat so that you'll get big and strong?"

And at that he nodded but when he saw the soup, little Miles grimaced a little and said, "What is that?"

Although he knew his chicken soup was probably not the best, Quaritch did his best to prepare it because Lyle was also unwell so there was nobody to cook for them. His ears pressed against his head as he said in a low voice “It's chicken soup."

“That doesn't look like chicken soup” the young child said as he cast a bewildered glance at his father.

As Quaritch anxiously flinched his tail, he said, "Well, I made this. But it’s okay..if you don’t want to eat it." The child really didn't want to eat it, but he did open his mouth when he noticed his father's sad expression. As a smile spread across the marine’s face, the colonel filled the spoon with soup and a small amount of chicken and gave it to Miles.

The little boy thought it would be much worse based on how it looked, but it was actually pretty..decent. Especially since his father made it. The last time he attempted to cook, Lyle and Ja shouted at him and kicked him out of the kitchen. He wasn't sure if his father was furious or embarrassed back then; perhaps it was both. But seeing him mumble to himself, saying how Lyle and Ja were dipshits, was rather amusing.

But soon enough, Quaritch put an empty dish on the nightstand and shifted so that he was now sitting on the bed next to Miles and he lightly caressed his hair. He definitely needed to give him a haircut soon, but Miles didn’t want one. The 4 year old wanted to let his hair grow out so that he could braid it like his father. But the main issue? Is that Quaritch had no idea how to handle his curly hair or how to take care of curly hair in general. He realized when Miles was around 2 years old that brushing it would make it very..frizzy? Nevermind. The whole point is that he needs to learn more about curly hair and how to take care of it. For his son’s sake.

“How was the soup?” Quaritch asked as he saw how his eyes were starting to close again. The little kid immediately opened them and nuzzled closer to his father. Little Miles couldn’t help but make a pun “Soup-er!” He croaked, grinning and that made Quaritch smile.

It just warmed his heart seeing little Miles being bundled up in the bed, his tiny form cocooned in soft blankets against his avatar body. Soon enough, the boy reached out with his tiny fingers and gently hold onto the braid and that made Quaritch stir a little bit. He was gently weaving his fingers through it and asked “Can you read me a short story, please?”

“Sure.” He replied as he reached out to grab Miles' favorite book. Quaritch was perplexed as to why the 4-year-old had always had a stronger connection to Pandora. Even the earliest Na'vi legends were fascinating to him. His eyes would shine with wonder whenever the colonel read to him, and he would pay close attention to everything he said.

Miles listened intently, his imagination taking flight as his father painted vivid pictures with words. Quaritch however, he couldn't help but draw parallels between the story and the reality they were in. The Na’vi cherished their planet, valuing the delicate balance that kept the ecosystem thriving. It was a stark contrast to the ways of his home planet, where resources were exploited without thought for the consequences. It was just sad.

Maybe. Just maybe, it was a good thing that he was now an avatar. Sure, it has been hard to..accommodate with his new body, but he was so much better than before. His human body was weak, but this? This was the whole pack.

Quaritch turned a page, and cleared his throat “Chapter twelve..”

The little boy sighed deeply. He wasn’t sure how long the colonel had been reading to him, but it had been a long time. His headache returned and he took the medicine his father gave him but it still didn’t go away. But at one point, Quaritch’s eyes began to feel heavy, and his head dropped slightly and the 4 year old noticed his father’s fatigue and he adjusted himself on the bed and snuggled again up next to him. He rested his head against his father’s strong chest, feeling the reassuring heartbeat beneath his ear.

“Hey there, little buddy," Quaritch whispered, his voice rough but filled with tender care. "Feeling any better?"

Miles gave a weak nod, his big blue eyes looking so much like Paz’s and the colonel finally felt himself relax.

He finally put the book down and wrapped an arm around his son, pulling him close. To be honest, he knew he wasn’t the best father, oh hell, but he knew that he was doing at least a decent job. He wasn’t one to show his tender side easily, but his little son had a way of warming him up.

But one thing was for sure. He would always protect him and love him. Quaritch kissed him softly and then watched for a moment as he appeared to drift off to sleep.

“Sweet dreams tiger.”

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ ?

Notes: I haven’t written in so long and this is short but hey, at least I did write this. I’ve been in a writer’s block for about 5 months? Something like that. I don’t know why I wrote this but enjoy.

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clockmax · 11 months

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- A TWISTED FANTASY

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Navi!Reader

A/N: FINALLY AT A REST STOP WITH GOOD WIFI!! Going to Nevada for pretty much the entire summer and this road trip is literally killing me. rip to luna who had to wait so long for this (ily bb)

warnings: hate fucking, oral (M receiving) p in v, degrading and slight praise, dubcon, brief fingering, orgasm denial/edging, spanking, hate fucking, semi-public, marking, i think thats all.

REQUESTS OPEN

There were no words that could describe the situation between you and Jake. Absolutely none.

It wasn’t just generally disliking each other; this was a different type of issue. You absolutely hated how that man was. Arrogant, selfish, how reckless he could be. But damn, this man was so fucking hot. You hated him, no, you despised him. Though there was no denying some of his actions could have you on the flipside.

But nevermind that, he could never have you. There was just no way you’d give yourself to a man like him. Your mind and body could hate him, but there was no denying how god damn attractive he was.

Every moment with him felt like hell. The way you both had to hold back your venom so as to not fight each other. The way you would huff and puff all because you were practically forced to spend time with him.

It was a blazing hell. You hated this man, and he hated you. But oh how he would get you worked up with all his teasing just to leave you alone, soaked in your pants. Jake was a cruel man, all because you two had some stupid childlike feud.

There was actually no beginning to why you both started hating each other, it just happened. When your parents let him into the clan, it just so happened that you both started disliking each other. Every time you were in a room with Jake, the tension in the air made it so thick it felt hard to breathe. Like you were going to suffocate on just the hatred alone.

And now here you were, in the forest, alone. Just you and your thoughts.

The festival was too loud for you. But the cherry on top of that was how Jake kept looking at you the entire night. The way you constantly batted heads, even when you were not speaking was just aggravating.

The walk was peaceful, you were finally able to get some alone time. Some time to enjoy the true beauty of Pandora. It was calming in some sense, but your tension was still high.

A faint sound of a stick cracking far behind put you on alert, drawing your knife, tail swishing violently in the air. Your beards perked up, twitching at every little sound. Eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the cracking.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally able to make out the figure approaching you.

Oh eywa.. Why him?

Of course it had to be Jake Sully coming to interrupt your peace.

“Woah there princess, put the knife down, I’m not here to hurt you, yeah?” Jake’s tone was almost mocking, condescending even.

You roll your eyes, dropping your knife, body still on high alert.

“Keep this up and I might hurt you.” You nearly spat back, tail swishing as your eyes met his.

There was a certain fire in his eyes, something with hatred that almost burned into lust. The way he looked at you, ready to fight with you again.

“Someone’s got an attitude today,” Jake just kept mocking you, pushing your buttons, “How about we fix that, can’t have you going back to hometree spitting at everyone you see.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You turned away, walking deeper into the forest when you were pulled back, hands gripping at your waist.

“You heard what I said. Can’t let you back to hometree with an attitude.” His breath was hot against your ear.

Your whole body froze, his lips tracing behind your ear, hands gripping at the curve of your hips, breath landing on the nape of your neck.

You wanted to get out of this situation badly, but eywa, having him this close did something to you. No matter how many times your head cursed him at this moment, the arousal growing in your womb was something you couldn’t hold back.

“You.. son of a bitch-” You mumble, taking in a sharp breath of air.

“Yeah, yeah. Hate me all you want, kid, your body says different.”

One of Jake's hands found its way past your loincloth, dipping past the fabric to your cunt. His other hand held onto one of your breasts, gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple in between two fingers.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, especially with the man you hate. But god, it felt so good. It was twisted, really.

His fingers found their way to your sensitive bud of nerves, working it between his fingers pads. The sensation sent a shiver through your spine, a small gasp escaping your mouth. Your knees buckled a little, upper body almost folding in half already.

This was some kind of game now, seeing whoever could crumble first. Moving your hips, bumping your butt against Jake's bulge. He let out a low and quiet growl, his head moving back a little.

“Jesus, kid. Yea, you feel what you do to me now?” *His voice was low, fingers working at your clit as his other digits rubbed between your folds.

It was a game of teasing, a game to see who could break first. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but you couldn't help it. He was just touching in all the right places.

Low mewls and gasps escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. You were biting your lip so hard that it was surprising that you weren’t drawing blood.

His fingers left your clit, quickly replaced by his thumb. Two fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside, sending ripples of pleasure through you, fingers finding themselves cozy in your velvety walls.

You arousal coated his fingers with ease, making a mess of your loincloth and his hands. It felt so wrong yet so right. You could not figure if you wanted to enjoy this, or hate it simply because it was from Jake.

His lips kept at your neck, planting kisses, bites, whatever he could to almost mark you as his. You were his to hate but his to fuck. Almost like he was going to make you a stress reliever, something he could use to fuck his anger out.

You could feel the pleasure build up in your womb, stomach coiling into knots. It felt so good, just until his fingers pulled away, the pleasure almost being ripped from you.

Jake looked at you, almost letting out a small chuckle at how pitiful you looked. Your orgasm being ripped away from you had let you whine, thighs rubbing together.

“Knees, now.” Jake commanded, leaving no room for you to argue.

He gave your thighs a slap. You rolled your eyes, plating yourself on the forest floor. He looked at you, a silent command, almost telling you what to do.

Your fingers found the knot of his loincloth, fumbling with it. You were getting frustrated, Jake looking down and watching you in amusement.

“What's the problem down there, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with mockery and venom, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, fingers struggling to undo the tight knot.

Jake's fingers replaced your own, undoing the knot and tossing his loincloth to the side. His cock was practically rock hard already, beads of precum falling down his length.

With reluctance, you let him push past your lips, down that pretty throat of yours. His hips rutted into you with some sort of urgency, but also anger and a desire.

His cock reached so far down your throat, squeezing around him as you slightly gagged. The sounds were just extra stimulation for Jake, his mind already in a frenzy. Small tears falling down your cheek as he pushed past your throat.

Jake looks at you, all pretty on your knees as that anger burns in your eyes, before he says, “Now thank me.”

You go frigid, looking at him with an intensity behind those eyes of yours. He wanted you to do what? Why would you ever thank him?

“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum like a good girl."

There’s a dark edge in his voice, low grunts coming from his chest as his pace quickened, cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck that’s a good girl.” Jake mentioned in between grunts and low moans,

“Thank you-” You manage to choke out, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat.

As soon as you say the words, hot ropes of cum are spurting from his dick, coating the inside of your mouth white. His thrusts coming to a halt as he lets out a moan, cock twitching in your mouth.

The noises coming from him sent a heat down to your core, clenching your thighs. There was still no way you were getting turned on by him, but you couldn't help but want his cock inside of you.

“Swallow.” He pulled his length out of your mouth, looking down at you. Jake's voice was laced with a certain dark edge to it.

Jake crouches down to your level, palm of his hand holding your chin as his two fingers squish your cheeks, preventing you from spitting.

And you do, with no other choice at the moment. The way he looks at you like you’re inferior to him makes you feel so small right now. His cum slides down your throat, almost washing away the hateful words you want to curse him with.

You looked at him with a fiery intensity. Half tempted to slap that cocky smile off his handsome face. Damn him for being so arrogant, for getting you in this situation.

Your hands went to his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Jake didn’t make any attempt to stop you, he just looked at you with a cocky grin. Oh how badly you wanted to prove him wrong.

Moving yourself on top, tossing your loincloth, legs straddling the side of his hips. Your hands found their way to his cock, aligning it with your entrance, sliding down.

Well, fuck.

You did not calculate his size. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you in two. Throwing your head back, letting out a moan. There was a pain from the stretch, hands on his abs to stabilize yourself.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Thought a slut like you would be able to.” His hands held your waist, pulling you deeper on him until he was all inside, letting out a groan.

You didn’t even think it was possible to take his size, legs shaking as your cunt adjusted. The pain mixed in with the pleasure, creating an overwhelming feeling that sent sparks all over your body. His tip was prodding at your cervix, his cock stretching you more than you could stretch yourself.

“Atta girl, see? You could do it, just needed a little push.” The more Jake spoke, the more you wanted to slap him.

“Be quiet, so fucking cocky..” You mumbled, moving your hips up and down. Your mind was practically telling you to stop, that he was your enemy, you weren’t supposed to end up fucking.

It’s not like you could stop anyways. As much as you hated Jake, as much as your rivalry ran deep, he just felt too good to stop.

Jake leaned back, watching the way your hips desperately moved, watching the way you slide up and down with some sort of urgency that was mixed with lust.

“Yea, can’t be calling me stupid now when you’re bouncing all up on my cock like a whore.”

His gaze was fixed on your face, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, your plump lips opening to let out moans.

It was a sight to see, and a sight he was going to keep in his memory.

Jake’s hands held your hips in place, stopping your movement. One of his hands went to your hair, pulling you down onto his chest. Bringing his hips back, he thrusted into you with a force that you swore knocked the wind out of you.

His pace was rough and ruthless, fucking you dumb. All you could do was mewl and moan on his cock. You couldn’t even formulate a full sentence anymore, your body too lost in the euphoria.

Then came back that familiar feeling again, ropes knotting in your stomach, coiling tight on each other.

“Fuck- ‘s too much.. Jake-” You can’t help but let his name slip past your lips, your orgasm building up with such an intense and quick force, overwhelming your senses.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Gonna come for me?” Jake let out a low chuckle, hand finding its way to your bottom, holding one of your asscheeks before giving it a spank.

The sensation and burn of it sent you overboard, coming around his cock as he drilled into you. Your lips fell open with a moan as your body shook, waves of pleasure crashing down on you in intense waves.

After a few more thrusts on Jakes end, he was spilling inside you. A low grunt coming to the surface as he held you in place, face burying into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both laid there, just trying to process everything. You slid off him, finding your loincloth and adjusting it back on. You tossed Jake his loincloth, not even looking him in the eye.

You probably couldn’t even look yourself in the eyes after that. How tense things were going to be with the next following days.

You just got yourself into a mess that had only 2 endings.

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 5 months

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Quaritch did not deserve Spider istg. That poor, traumatised but endlessly loyal kid is the best thing that ever happen to him and he did NOTHING of deserve it.

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cyren-myadd · 2 months

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What do YOU think will happen to Quaritch in Avatar 3? 🤔

I just did a poll for Spider and now I wanted to do one for Quaritch. There's been lots of theorizing about what may happen to Quaritch in A3 and I wanted to see which theory the tumblr Avatar fans think is the most likely! It will be fun to look back at this next year and see how close we got. If you don't mind, please share this around so I can get a bigger sample size.

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sabiwabii · 6 months

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Silas teaching Leo the na’vi language, smh the dude really thinks he got it down.

Just realized the quality is ass, I’m sorry ya’ll idk how to fix it😭

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raving-raven-writing · 8 months

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Spider Sees Ghosts AU

So, this idea has been in my drafts for a while, and it wasn't until @lovermyme mentioned the lack of this AU that I went back into and started writing some of it. I honestly had such a difficult time writing some of this because for some of it Spider is a young child and I don't write from the POV of children often. Anyhow, this AU, Spider starts to see spirits from a young age. It isn't until after Paz dies when he is about four that he starts telling people about being able to see these spirits, but not many people believe him. He is cast out as that weird kid by peers. But eventually, those around him start to believe him when he tells them things about them, their family, their history---things that he shouldn't know. This work will be a multi chapter, and it will connect to another story idea I got in mind that is focused on the backstories of the Recoms. Anyway, here are a couple of snippets I got. Enjoy.

MJ clutched the stuffed monkey to his chest, silent as he examined the apartment. Johnny did his best to give the boy a smile, although it was sad to see how quiet and withdrawn the boy had gotten ever since Paz had died. “Well, you make yourself comfy, okay MJ. I got a pullout bed on the sofa, so you can sleep there tonight.” He placed the boy’s backpack down next to the sofa and headed into the kitchen. “Have you eaten dinner yet?” MJ shook his head, the stuffed monkey still clutched tightly in his grip. “Okay, well, is there something particular you wanted to eat?” Most kids would jump at the chance to ask for or something else that was overtly “appropriate” dinner food. But MJ just shrugged. “Whatever you got is fine.” ________________________________________________________ “Who’s that you’re drawing?” “A lady.” “Does the lady have a name?” MJ paused what he was drawing and glanced off to a spot to his right, just in front of the coffee table he sat at. After a moment, he resumed his coloring. “Her name is Henrietta.” Johnny froze, his heart jumping up into his throat. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. The only person he’d ever known with the name Henrietta was his grandma, and she had passed many years ago, when he was about fifteen. He glanced over in the direction of where MJ had been looking a moment before and then lowered himself onto the floor next to the boy. He peeked down at the drawing, noting that MJ had drawn other people, ones he didn’t recognize. But, even with it being a drawing by six year old, he could clearly see the features of the woman he'd drawn and it matched to what his grandma looked like. The square framed glasses, with the beaded chain she hung them on. Her ever present floral sweater that she wore no matter the weather, her hair up in a bun--elderly women often envied how much hair his grandmother had had at her age. “How old is Henrietta, MJ?” MJ glanced again over to the right of the coffee table before he looked back down at his drawing. In black crayon, he wrote R.I.P. over top of the picture of Henrietta. “She’s been gone a long time.” _______________________________________________________

“...Can you tell me a story?” He seemed hesitant in asking the question, as though he was expecting to be rejected. He owned a good amount of books, although there were only two or three books he’d kept from his childhood. One of them being a gift that his grandmother had given him when he was about four. She had read it numerous times to him, and he never got tired of the story or the illustrations. He showed the book to MJ. “Where the Wild Things Are. This one okay?”, MJ nodded and Ja took a seat next to the boy, got comfortable, and opened up the book. Before he could start reading though, quietly the kid thanked him and leaned into Johnny’s side so that he could see the pictures better. Johnny was pleased to see that his narrating skills drew a small smile from the boy and after finishing reading the book, he was surprised of the feeling he had in his chest. One of pure contentment. He glanced down at the cover. “You know, when I was a kid, this was-” “Your favorite,” MJ said, cutting him off. “Uh, yeah…how did you guess?” MJ had moved to rest his head back on the pillow, the blankets now pulled up around his chin. “She stayed to make sure you are okay…” he muttered sleepily. With eyes half open, clouded with sleep, he glanced up at Johnny. “Are you okay, uncle Ja?” He tucked the boy's stuffed monkey in with him as he fought to breath past the sudden lump in his throat. He cleared his throat, determined not to cry. "Yeah, I'm okay, kid."

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