A/n: Okay, This Is A Fun One !! A Long One, But A Fun One. The Details Kinda Got Crappy Nearing The End

a/n: okay, this is a fun one !! a long one, but a fun one. the details kinda got crappy nearing the end because i lost the motivation to stay strong, especially since i just wanted to publish it, but hopefully you enjoy nonetheless. all interactions, although specifically reblogs and comments, are appreciated !!

summary: basically me taking you through the plot of atwow with an additional two characters that we've grown to adore.

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy @gcldtom @calypixi

atwow ( feat. [y/n] + fali )

₊˚.༄ okay, so… how do i even begin this? i guess it’s probably best to start from the top — from the very very beginning. when times weren’t so tough, when joy rang itself throughout high camp far more often.

₊˚.༄ most specifically, the birth of the omaticaya’s future tsahik, [y/n] te suli neytiri’ite. jake sully and neytiri’s first born daughter — their pride and joy, if you will.

₊˚.༄ she was an adored child all around the camp — even from infancy, she was full of her mother’s attitude and her father’s leadership.

₊˚.༄ a perfect but dangerous combo, if you will.

₊˚.༄ as much as the young na’vi was fascinated by the ikrans, the weapons, the war meetings, all the of the things that seemed to follow her father around ( as much as he hated it all ), there was also a very large amount of pride within both neytiri and mo’at that [y/n] was just as infatuated with their culture.

₊˚.༄ the food, the clothing, the music, the jewelry, the songcords — and don’t even get me started on the dancing! they always adored the way she waddled around on her short, chubby legs and clapped to the tempo of the drums that surrounded the dance floor.

₊˚.༄ and to think… that used to be a normalized event… before the sky-people somehow made things worse than they ever had. who even knew that was possible?

₊˚.༄ minus her own personal upbringing regarding her home, [y/n] also quite enjoyed her family. even when she was introduced to not one, but two babies around the same time thanks to the mystery that was grace’s avatar.

₊˚.༄ nevertheless, [y/n] welcomed both her biological brother and adopted sister into her arms. it seemed that, even from the very start, she was built to be the big sister, nevermind being a leader in general!

₊˚.༄ the age gap between her, neteyam, and kiri was large enough that [y/n] stayed ahead of them in skills and learning, but it was also small enough that they adored each other’s company.

₊˚.༄ then came lo’ak, of course, the child that gave his entire family a headache from the moment he exited neytiri’s womb. nevertheless, [y/n] didn’t discriminate — she loved her siblings equally! well, depending on the day, of course.

₊˚.༄ no amount of love for her baby brothers could keep her from ripping each of them a new one if they dared scare her ( and trust me, as they grew into teenagers that lacked intellect and self-control… well, it became a very regular occurrence )

₊˚.༄ tuk, of course, was just a pure angel that each sully sibling silently declared was a top priority in any situation. even if lo’ak ( yes, lo’ak, because it was always lo’ak ) managed to drag the baby of the family into a life-threatening situation, all four of them were ready to lay themselves down if it meant the youngest survived.

₊˚.༄ and, if we’re being completely honest, each sibling was more than prepared to sacrifice themselves if it even gave the others the slimmest chance of survival.

₊˚.༄ that’s the way of siblings, afterall! as much as you gripe, and hate, and fight, you also would do anything for each other!

₊˚.༄ but, siblings and the relationship between the five of them was only a tiny detail in the life of [y/n].

₊˚.༄ yes, she was the future tsahik, and yes, she’d always nurtured that future for herself. so had her parents! but, that meant that she wasted years of youth away training for a future that felt like eons away.

₊˚.༄ she often wished she could’ve gone back and fought for her childhood.

₊˚.༄ neytiri and jake often wished for the exact same. it’s never an easy thing knowing that you were the reason your child suffered the way that they did.

₊˚.༄ but, even though there did seem to be a lack of positive child-like memories, she still possessed stories that she could never forget. stories of her huddled in her father’s lap ( along with the rest of the sullys ), listening with wide eyes as he recalled some dramatic story of the battlefield. splashing in the river with her siblings. letting her father throw her up and down as she shrieked in enjoyment.

₊˚.༄ [y/n] yearned for the simplicity that life once was. but, that was never how it went — not for anyone.

₊˚.༄ the beginning to the complicated adulthood that her life broke into stemmed from, of course, her rite of passage: the iknimaya.

₊˚.༄ she was the first of the five children to perform the daunting task, and even though she was very well prepared, she could still recall the nerves that coursed through her veins leading up to the event.

₊˚.༄ although, it all became worth it once [y/n] began climbing the hallelujah mountains, a beauty incomparable.

₊˚.༄ when she finally got there, she automatically volunteered to be the first of her group. she wanted to get it done ( and she wanted to pride her parents — also brag to her younger siblings, but that was besides the point. )

₊˚.༄ while her parents had prepared her for a patient experience, waiting for the right ikran and all, she was pleasantly surprised that she found hers almost immediately.

₊˚.༄ at the sight, she nearly grew disappointed. it was a tiny little thing, at least compared to others.

₊˚.༄ but, with a small size came the advantage of maneuvering. the little bastard sure knew how to fight!

₊˚.༄ [y/n] grappled with the creature ( that she later honored as the biggest pain in her ass, right next to her brothers ) for a span of time that both felt like one hundred years and three seconds.

₊˚.༄ the relief she felt when she finally strapped its jaw shut!

₊˚.༄ but, of course, that only pissed it off more. in that moment, [y/n] realized she’d finally met someone that was as pissy and petty as she was, because [y/n] soon found herself — legs tucked tightly and arms fumbling for the queue — falling from the cliff.

₊˚.༄ she forced the panic down and back into her stomach, the anxiety becoming only a motivator of the situation at hand, and soon the adrenaline kicked in.

₊˚.༄ as the bitchy ikran decided to tuck her wings in and head face-first into the abyss below, [y/n] didn’t give up on creating the bond.

₊˚.༄ and then, just as they were about to crash into a floating mountain that waited below them, the two queues connected, and [y/n] found her instincts working faster than her brain.

₊˚.༄ soon, the two pulled up swiftly and dangerously close to a death-inducing collision. together, they dodged all sorts of obstacles in the way, and [y/n] quickly began to appreciate the small size of her ikran.

₊˚.༄ neytiri and jake were more just happy to see that their daughter actually survived.

₊˚.༄ that, of course, led to a whole new world. hunting, specifically! and, of course, the idea of being a true warrior.

₊˚.༄ it started off slow at first, but due to her history of sitting in on war meetings with her father and other clan leaders, she was also considered quite knowledgeable.

₊˚.༄ throughout the next few years, however, she gained enough trust with her father and her clan to be considered on one of the lines of defense when it came to their raiding parties.

₊˚.༄ that in itself took quite a bit of convincing from [y/n] to her parents, but she had a way with words.

₊˚.༄ of course came the fateful raid in which she disobeyed ( something that absolutely shocked her siblings — that was a rarity! not that she loved following rules, but she also was well aware of her expected role of leadership in years time. )

₊˚.༄ [y/n] ended up, with the advantage of her small ikran, joining the first line and taking over the skies. she swiftly dodged every obstacle, twirling around and avoiding falling helicopters and bullets headed for her skin.

₊˚.༄ she was, if anything, a menace. and everyone was more than impressed. how could such a young na’vi hold so much skill, never mind the potential of who she could become?

₊˚.༄ jake didn't let that stop him from reprimanding her, of course ( but even he couldn't hide the pride that swelled when others came up to him, complimenting his daughter’s skills )

“i don't give a shit how good you are, you’re still in trouble.”

₊˚.༄ nevertheless, her act secured her a role in the sky during raid parties. as long as she swore to keep herself alive!

₊˚.༄ she did, obviously.

₊˚.༄ that brings us to the start of the movie, i guess! most specifically, the opening raid in which her two idiot brothers try and get themselves killed.

₊˚.༄ two spotters inspired by their big sister’s gusto, after all.

₊˚.༄ she barely caught them in the sky before they landed on the battlefield below, attempting to convince them the best option was to change their minds and not get themselves killed.

₊˚.༄ neteyam seemed to be with [y/n], but nothing could diminish lo’ak’s spirit.

“i'm telling,” [y/n] threatened teasingly, although she really would prefer if the two turned around and took her better judgment for once in their lives. “don't you dare,” lo’ak groaned, eyes narrowing at her in annoyance.

₊˚.༄ but, [y/n] was fully aware that this was a conscious decision. if anything, she could appreciate the two for scouting out any opportunity that highlighted them in front of their father.

₊˚.༄ even so, she didn't feel good letting them fly down and into a world of danger that they didn't know. not without her, anyway.

₊˚.༄ and so, if you couldn't tell, the three of them delivered themselves onto the battleground together. [y/n] initially ordered them both to follow her lead, but not even a few seconds later, the two boys were nowhere to be found.

₊˚.༄ it figures.

₊˚.༄ and then, of course while searching for them, she did end up reaching them again. this time, however, she managed to catch the very unhappy eyes of her own father.

₊˚.༄ but, as you may recall, there was a small interruption before any emotional damage could be done, resulting in a whole new set of issues.

“do not play with that!” [y/n] hissed, snatching the gun from her youngest brothers hands. “you are too reckless to be trusted with anything bigger than a bow.” lo’ak scowled, giving his sister and unimpressed look. “dad taught me,” he declared, matter-o-factly. “well, if you haven't noticed, that same dad has very much noticed our presence.” [y/n] was too tired to deal with this.

₊˚.༄ just as neteyam opened his mouth to respond to either his sister’s well-placed point or his brother's annoying bravado, a gut-dropping word echoed through the air. “incoming!”

₊˚.༄ they ran, naturally, and of course, managed to become the victims to a shot right at their heels. lo’ak and [y/n] tumbled a few feet while it seemed the neteyam took flight.

₊˚.༄ it didn't take long until [y/n]’s ears were ringing, and she stared straight up into the angry eyes of her father.

₊˚.༄ later, after her own ikran swooped down and let her board in an impressively smooth fashion, the nearly reunited family was able to fly back to high-camp together

₊˚.༄ the entire ride, the three siblings were cringing in anticipation

₊˚.༄ even neteyam, who flinched every time he grimaced

₊˚.༄ of course, they were all severely reprimanded, and that included [y/n]... something about keeping an eye on her brothers, keeping them safe

₊˚.༄ she didn't argue, mainly because she knew better, but she fought the urge to roll her eyes. the whole reason she joined them was to keep them safe!

₊˚.༄ but, life moves on — although she did feel guilty that she let neteyam get hurt, even if he insisted it was his fault.

₊˚.༄ she should've led the way. she should've been hurt, not him.

₊˚.༄ it seemed that the idea of eldest sibling guilt was a reoccurring theme, for not even a day after, [y/n] found herself on a scouting mission alongside her parents and neteyam

₊˚.༄ her heart dropped at lo’ak’s message — never mind when she heard tuk was with them!

₊˚.༄ obviously, both her and neteyam were ordered to stay with the ikrans when they finally got to the old battlefield, but the one thing that [y/n] won't stand for is her siblings in danger

₊˚.༄ so, naturally, the two joined ( even at the risk of their own parents’ fury )

₊˚.༄ when they got there, they crept under the brush and leaves for coverage, but eventually [y/n]’s eagerness got the best of her and she told neteyam it would be best to split up

₊˚.༄ that was how, as the rest of her family ran from the gunfire to safety, she found herself pointing her bow right at quaritch

₊˚.༄ too bad another avatar popped out of nowhere and aimed his gun right at her — she was just thankful that said avatar was either a terrible shot or just very nervous because she came out unscathed

₊˚.༄ she sprinted through the forest at a speed she didn't know she could reach, nearly tumbling in the process

₊˚.༄ [y/n] nearly fell over in fear when she ran into her family

₊˚.༄ while she tried to process the event that just took place, her mother was busy checking her from any harm done

[y/n] pushed neytiri’s hands away with a tearful shake of her head. “i am fine, mom,” she insisted. she then turned to lock eyes with jake, a rough look settling in her eyes. “how did they get here?”

₊˚.༄ in that moment, jake and [y/n] burst into one of their infamous arguments that it seemed only an eldest daughter could have with her father without being punished for life

₊˚.༄ they argued about their safety, about how they should track those avatars down and kill them for what they’ve done — [y/n] was far too new to the field of battle to understand what statements she was making

₊˚.༄ plus, it seemed her heart was speaking louder than her head was

₊˚.༄ until it broke into one of those heart shattering moments where she’s upset and ranting at jake, tears start flowing, and they each creep closer to each other with every word exchanged

₊˚.༄ and then he like… closes his arms around her and lets his girl cry into his chest

₊˚.༄ yeah…

₊˚.༄ anyway, as you can probably recall from the fic that started this all ( which, if you haven't read it… well, what are you even doing here ?! ) [y/n] was justifiably upset with the fact that they had to leave

₊˚.༄ like, while everybody else was creeping and listening in with their own shocked emotions, [y/n] had to fight to tears when she heard the decision

₊˚.༄ she had to leave her home.

₊˚.༄ and not only her home, but she had to leave her future behind. the same future, mind you, that she had wasted her childhood to train for.

₊˚.༄ what was the point now?

₊˚.༄ but, she had to appear strong for the sake of her family. that was all [y/n] knew to do.

₊˚.༄ sure, she shed some tears, but only in her own private time. she couldn't let anyone else see. she had to just pretend, that was all.

₊˚.༄ yada, yada, this was all basically covered in the og request from like a hundred years ago

₊˚.༄ kinda cray

₊˚.༄ anyway!

₊˚.༄ that includes the flight, emotions, and her arrival to their new home

₊˚.༄ to which, by the way, ronal was like of course upset that a child stood up to her, but also… a child stood up to her. that was impressive! and as much as she hated the idea of the newcomers, especially the mother and her eldest daughter, she could also appreciate both of their upbringings and attitudes as powerful women of their clans.

₊˚.༄ moving on, when the sullys take their first swim, [y/n] joins ( hesitantly… ) and is struggling quite a bit

₊˚.༄ they run into the metkayina siblings, but she sees a peculiar face that talks with rotxo and ao’nung — a male, around her age, with tattoos lining his body

₊˚.༄ he wasn't half-bad looking!

₊˚.༄ but, after a quick moment of eye contact between to two ( in which [y/n] have a skeptical stare and he offered a welcoming smile ), he was off, riding his ilu in another direction

₊˚.༄ she loved the idea of the sea, but it almost seemed like the sea despised the idea of her. she couldn't do shit! and it was extremely infuriating.

₊˚.༄ the embarrassment she faced when she attempted to ride an ilu…

₊˚.༄ and the way that rotxo, tsireya, and ao’nung all attempted to help her with her breathing!

₊˚.༄ well, that’s fali’s cue.

₊˚.༄ the same na’vi that had smiled at her was back, and his name was fali. he was an extremely close childhood friend of tsireya and ao’nung ( and ultimately rotxo as well )

₊˚.༄ he was a bit sibling! like [y/n]! perhaps they could be friends?

₊˚.༄ well, we all know how that went… ( again, refer to the linked fic from earlier if you're clueless )

₊˚.༄ also i have absolutely no idea how time works here so i'm creating my own timeline between events because i want to give fali and [y/n] more time to fall in love

₊˚.༄ after she finally learned to breath, and after they finally kissed, she was noticeably happier. like, scarily so.

₊˚.༄ but, they were all far too busy to act on it… yet…

₊˚.༄ it was while the relationship was secret that ao’nung decided to be an ass and tease kiri

₊˚.༄ her and fali had been the ones to break up the fight when they witnessed it from a nearby location in which they were originally trying to enjoy each others company

₊˚.༄ while [y/n] soon placed her anger on ao’nung after hearing the story, fali slapped his up the back of the head in disappointment.

“you're gonna get in so much trouble.”

₊˚.༄ and then nevermind when she later heard what this bitch did to lo’ak… oh my, she was contemplating hitting a child

₊˚.༄ to which fali discreetly rested a calming hand on her lower back because they're adorable

₊˚.༄ never one did fali stray from [y/n]’s side of the argument — he was just fully aware of how much of an ass ao’nung was. a lovable one, but an ass nonetheless

₊˚.༄ and imagine her annoyed that, for once, lo’ak took the blame. he couldn't have done that literally any other time and take their fathers wrath from his own siblings? good lord.

₊˚.༄ oh, and when her parents decided to team up on neteyam for not keeping an eye on lo’ak… yeah, [y/n] wasn't afraid to fight back. not anymore, not when she had a new purpose and a new life, and not when she had fali.

“it is not his fault that you where the one to tell him to make peace, no matter what. i don't understand why you push the blame onto every child before you reach yourselves!” 

₊˚.༄ of course, she didn't know that wasn't true, but it was enough for neytiri and jake to rethink

₊˚.༄ when it came time for the kids to all gather and listen to lo’ak’s story, [y/n] and fali sat on opposite sides and avoided eye contact on all fronts

₊˚.༄ until, of course, it was found out that the tulkun he’d befriended was anything but safe

in concern, her eyes flickered to inevitably meet fali’s. with eyebrows furrowed and a mouth downturned, she silently asked the question, is this true? a silent nod of his head affirmed her wonder.

₊˚.༄ after lo’ak decided to leave in anger towards the rest of the group ( and tsireya followed ), they all broke apart

₊˚.༄ but, fali and [y/n] soon found each other, an array of worries exchanged between the couple

₊˚.༄ the comfort that was offered was incomparable to anything else they could have recieved

₊˚.༄ and then, later, when she arrived late to the marui, she caught kiri’s knowing gaze

₊˚.༄ it was the next afternoon that they all were made aware of the eldest sully sibling’s relations with fali

₊˚.༄ again, that was in the original request, but you may also find interest in the written interaction between fali and the rest of the family

₊˚.༄ moving on and back to the actual plot, both [y/n] and fali — now officially known to the world as a couple which meant a lot of longing looks and laughter — joined them on the swim to the spirit tree

₊˚.༄ that was fantastic… until it wasn't…

₊˚.༄ the panic that surged through her ( next to the adrenaline and urge to protect ) was overwhelming as kiri had her seizure

₊˚.༄ and then the way that fali held her after they got kiri back safely

₊˚.༄ [y/n] was in a state in panic, and this boy just hugs her right and tells her that kiri is safe, repeating it over and over

₊˚.༄ what a guy!

₊˚.༄ oh yeah, and then the tulkuns return later — that's also been written!

₊˚.༄ unfortunately, the happiness doesn't last long, for lo’ak is soon not only reprimanded, but in deep shut because of his connection to the outcast tulkun, payakan.

₊˚.༄ then comes the killings of the tulkun, an event that can only be traced back to the humans

₊˚.༄ the humans. the humans that drove them out of their home, the humans that hurt her siblings, the humans that have wrecked her life.

₊˚.༄ for once, even as jake and neteyam attempt to convince the metkayina that fighting is not the answer, [y/n] feels like insurmountable urge to stand with the na’vi of awa’atlu

₊˚.༄ she feels the urge to stand beside fali

₊˚.༄ but, that doesn't mean she can ignore her trouble-seeking brothers and sisters, and neither can fali

₊˚.༄ for soon, the two of them are jumping in ilus and speeding after lo’ak and the rest of the kids

₊˚.༄ they were going to warn payakan

₊˚.༄ when they found out that he’d been tracked, both fali and [y/n] jumped to action and began yelling orders — if no one else would do it, then they had to keep the kids in order

₊˚.༄ when the humans attack them, [y/n] is taken alongside tuk, lo’ak, and tsireya

₊˚.༄ fali and neteyam are the ones who stick together, their main goal being to save their siblings

₊˚.༄ once they are saved, [y/n] splits with the boys ( not missing the chance to give fali one final kiss ) and joins tuk and tsireya

₊˚.༄ but, of course, she ends up captured again with her sisters — not without a fight, of course, but she’s not match for the weapons that they have

₊˚.༄ especially without a weapon of her own

₊˚.༄ she barely managed to shank quaritch’s thigh with a loose scrap of sharp metal before he grabbed by the hair, gun pointed straight at her forehead

₊˚.༄ she clasped his wrist, trying to get him off of her, but it was no use. he kicked her arms down with a swift movement, a sharp pain shooting up her arm

as she sat there, the only escape being the barrel of the gun against her head, she stared straight into the avatar’s eyes. “do it,” she hissed, summoning the language her father had taught them through their childhood. “shoot me. kill me.” and then she paused, her lip lifting in a nightmareish grin. “i dare you.”

₊˚.༄ while he did contemplate it, quaritch merely moved his gun quickly and carefully, knocking her right in the head

₊˚.༄ she collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

₊˚.༄ she looked so much like her mother — everything about that girl was chilling to quaritch.

₊˚.༄ it was later, when the sully parents arrived that she finally awoke to a thick bicep wrapped around her throat

₊˚.༄ she thrashed, panic ensuing, but she was stuck in quaritch’s grip — kiri was besides her, but he had a knife against her throat

₊˚.༄ across from them, jake stood with neytiri, both protecting poor little tuk

₊˚.༄ it was almost as if [y/n] was trying to decipher whether or not she was dreaming — everything felt clouded in a way

₊˚.༄ she nearly couldn't follow as neytiri grabbed spider, held his to her chest, and threatened quaritch with the confusing words, “one of ours for one of yours.”

₊˚.༄ she hasn't really woken up from delirious state, not even after she was thrown to the side by the rocking ship, the strong current pulling her under the surface

₊˚.༄ [y/n] was dragged alone to the bowels of the ship

₊˚.༄ she was alone, and she suddenly realized that she has to be dangerously independent — she has to channel the person she used to be, the person she was before fali

₊˚.༄ every stroke she took was painful, every deep breath causing her to flinch

₊˚.༄ the salt water stung in each wound, sobs echoing in the tight space 

₊˚.༄ but, she didn't stop

₊˚.༄ she couldn't stop.

₊˚.༄ and then finally, finally after risking death multiple times, she reached the surface and spotted the sullys hanging onto the fin of payakan ( all of them, even neteyam )

₊˚.༄ it was there, after a family hug and sobs of relief, that she finds out that fali — her fali — had taken a shot in order to save neteyam

₊˚.༄ again, read about this! ( yes, he is alive )

₊˚.༄ but… honestly yeah i guess that takes us to the end of the movie. neteyam is alive! fali is alive! everyone is okay!

summary: [y/n] has always been an angry girl. why wouldn't she be ready to fight any avatar that puts their hands in her siblings?

sully family x sully!reader

a/n: i just did this one for fun because i wanted one where she's an absolute boss and a half. love her !! remember , reqs are open and waiting. i probably won't write anymore fali x [y/n] stuff unless i get specific reqs because they're really difficult to write without direct inspo and ideas. once again , motivation is really important to keep me writing , so please comment feedback + reblog !! i would seriously appreciate it. ( also , for some odd reason my two most recent works have barely gotten any interaction -- idk if that's just bc tumblr is being a problem , or if it's because fali has lost his magic touch ( which if so , i completely get it ) , but if you guys could help me out to try and figure out what's going on ?? )

warnings: violence, guns, fighting, weapons, death, killing

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @23victoria @nyotamalfoy @gcldtom @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen @missroro @sweetheart-bo

angry spirit

nobody quite understood the rage that naturally flowed through the veins of the women in the sully family. nobody quite understood the urge to protect that seemed to be carried between each and every one of the children that jake and neytiri shared and adored together. nobody quite understood… not until they experienced it themselves.

and trust me, plenty of people have experienced it, humans and na’vi alike. even from a young age, there were times where one of the kids were ( one-hundred and ten percent ) willing to fight another kid if it meant they would stop picking on their siblings.

luckily — of perhaps unluckily, depending on the perspective — that shared agreement only seemed to get stronger with age. as the relationships between each kid developed, as more seemed to join the family in general, there was a camaraderie between the five sully kids. even tuk, just a tiny thing herself, was well aware of her willingness to risk her own life if it meant she could save her sisters and brothers.

that being said, there was absolutely no way any of her older siblings would ever let that slide, but it was a sweet sentiment on its own.

even though this habitual response seemed to run through every sully’s blood, it was strongest in the eldest girl.

being neteyam’s twin — younger by just a few minutes — allowed for [y/n] to balance him out. while he had the expectations of future olo’eyktan on his shoulders from the moment he graced pandora with his birth, [y/n] was a freer spirit.

she was also a much more angry spirit.

not that she held fury against every person she interacted with, but [y/n] wasn’t scared of disliking anyone. she also wasn’t scared of letting them know that she didn’t like them; a blessing and a curse, the sully family often called it.

but it stemmed further than that. it ran stronger than that.

from a young age, jake taught his oldest daughter how to channel her anger much healthier. what did jake sully consider a healthy outlet? well, fighting, of course.

so, the sully child that’d been this close to fighting another kid in lo’ak’s honor? yeah, that was [y/n].

not to mention her iknimaya — the rite of passage that quite possibly boosted this girl’s ego far too high. she deserved it, though. not many young na’vis could complete the event in such little time, especially against the pain that her ikran was.

he was a bitter fellow, similar to his spirit sister. angry at the world for every little thing and always ready for a fight. they truly were connected in every possible way.

but, her iknimaya was physical evidence that fighting fire with fire never worked. the truth was that one flame had to overcome the other — one flame had to envelop the other. it was just a matter of which flame was stronger.

[y/n] knew from the moment she locked eyes and that joyful, adrenaline-filled grin blessed her face that she would win.

thank eywa she believed in herself, because neytiri and jake nearly lost all of their faith at the sight of the monster that towered over the young girl.

another notable moment — or perhaps a series of moments — of her oh-so optimistic and joyful personality was prompted by her very own father. if there was one thing that the oldest daughter was confident in, it was her father’s love. she knew that he loved her — loved all of them — and that made it extremely easy for her to argue with him on any topic she disagreed with.

as annoying as it happened to be to jake, neytiri loved that she was raising a strong woman. it often reminded her of herself at a young age.

but, every single one of those stories were child’s play compared to the raw anger that surged through her body when her and her siblings’ lives were held under knife and gunpoint.

[y/n], the original rebel and inspiration for lo’ak’s ‘admirable’ choices, was happy to join the crew on their adventure through the jungle. with lo’ak grounded from flying due to his choices just the other night, he’d practically begged his older sister to join them.

they were partners in crime, afterall.

once neteyam decided to become all responsible and stuff ( not that [y/n] blamed him… but it was disappointing ), [y/n] and lo’ak seemed to have magnetized toward each other, although that might be a sign to turn the other way and run as fast and as far as you can.

either way, [y/n] found herself exploring the similar jungle scene alongside all of her siblings minus neteyam and with the additional presence of spider.

as soon as the familiar scene turned not-so familiar, it seemed that [y/n] had a feeling. a feeling that something was wrong, that something else was creeping. she should have listened to her gut.

and that same thought resurfaced as soon as the stomach-dropping view of the avatars overcame her view from the bushes.

it was only once said avatars put their hands on her baby siblings that the familiar settled, bubbling beneath her thick layers of skin. it was only when [y/n] fell into an eerie silence and state of pure calm that every other sully sibling felt their own fear.

even as tuk squirmed and cried against the bruising grip of the avatar’s, even as kiri cried out at the sharp knife edge against her throat, even as spider fought his restraints, even as lo’ak stared into the terrifying eyes of the same man that had nearly killed his father…

[y/n] stayed perfectly compliant. stuck on her knees, queue throbbing at the feeling of her opponent tugging it, [y/n] merely stared straight at quaritch. silently, her urge to fight was building, and everybody that knew her was perfectly aware. and ready.

she ran her tongue smoothly against her fangs, eyes narrowed straight at the man that threatened the lives of her siblings.

a solid thirty minutes had already passed, eclipse coming quicker than [y/n] would’ve preferred. she just had to hope that, without being used to their forest and bodies, the avatar’s didn’t have the same keen night vision as she did.

“you okay there, kid?” the avatar teased, attempting to startle her with his threatening voice. he tugged her braid, nearly drawing a hiss from deep within her rib cage, but she held it back. he seemed to be bothered with the fact that her eyes hadn’t once left the body of their colonel.

but, for once, she drifted her gaze to meet her perpetrator and summoned english for his benefit. “ask again in a few minutes.”

and, almost as if [y/n] could feel the presence of her parents, a familiar bird call echoed through the nighttime breeze. her ears pressed back against her head in shock before she quickly recovered and flashed an innocent smile to the avatar.

he merely grunted, pulling her braid one last time for good measure, and looked back up at quaritch.

now, she just had to be patient. she could do that. well, as long as she got what she wanted in the end, and that was a good fight. she deserved it after letting the chains rub back and forth against her wrists, eating at her skin through the friction.

that being said, as soon as her mother’s signal became clear, she straightened up and locked eyes with lo’ak. a discreet nod was enough between them. grab tuk and go. she knew kiri and spider would handle themselves.

plus, the extra connection between spider and quaritch was just another layer of protection for her baby sister. perhaps it was a terrible way of thinking, but [y/n] wouldn’t dwindle too much on it. the urge to survive had its faults, afterall.

and finally, once neytiri’s arrow soared through the air, it was go time.

while lo’ak and tuk bit the arms of their restraining avatars, lo’ak also doubling duty and releasing whatever gas canisters had been accessible on the guy’s belt, kiri and spider were lucky enough to be given a chance to run as soon as the avatars lifted their guns.

[y/n] liked to do it the hard way, though.

she swung her legs in a swift motion, wrapping them around the avatar’s. she weighed his bottom half, keeping him from being able to move far, and in a split second, neytiri’s arrow was embedded in his chest.

[y/n] let go, scrambling to her feet and up the nearest tree, finding a moment of solace nested in the upper branches. she could see everything, and they couldn’t see her — she was a master of disguise and hiding, if anything.

and then, it seemed the world went a few clicks quieter, gunfire calming down just a tad. one scan of the scene, and [y/n] knew it was because they’d lost sight of her siblings.

“the kids are gone.” a voice crackled through the walkie strapped to a dead avatar’s chest at the base of the tree, the small noise quiet against the chaotic scene. [y/n] was merely lucky she was in little enough of a proximity to even catch the words.

“what do you mean gone?” quaritch. she could tell from his stingy accent and infuriating pronunciation of vowels.

a beat of quiet against more raining gunfire. “the boy and youngest girl ran off. tarzan and the other girl split to the opposite direction.”

“which other girl?” [y/n] felt a familiar smile on her face.

“what do you mean —”

quaritch was angry, and [y/n] couldn’t help but find pure enjoyment from the scene. little did he know that the young na’vi girl could now see him from her spot in the tree, eyes narrowed on the colonel hunched behind a fallen log.

“there are two girls. one of ‘em quiet and useless, the other looks like her devil of a mother.” the same mother that managed to kill him the first time.

[y/n]’s eyes focused on the demon in na’vi skin, watching his face contort at the familiar arrow pierced in the wood beside him. it was almost as if he’d conjured her very own “devil of a mother” into existence. “seems that very mother might be in attendance this fine evening.”

[y/n] scrunched her nose in disgust, her skin crawling at his words. she really could not stand him. but, her attention was quickly pulled back to reality when he dropped the walkie and called into the open air, all while reloading his gun, “that you, mrs. sully? i recognize your calling card.”

instantly, [y/n]’s head whipped around, locating the exact tree in which her mother hid behind. unfortunately, [y/n] was a few feet away and at the worst possible angle to help.

“why don’t you come on out, mrs. sully?” quaritch continued, and [y/n]’s eyes followed a different avatar that began to creep past the colonel. “you’n i, we got some… unfinished business.”

“demon!” neytiri’s voice caused panic to spike in the young na’vi’s heart, blood pumping with adrenaline. “i will kill you as many times as i have to.”

it was only when [y/n] looked back at quaritch that she noticed the other avatar was missing. a million different curse words rattled deep within her brain, eyes widening in fear.

meanwhile, quaritch would not be distracted from his tangent. “i guess you an’ the corporal have been pretty… busy, haven’t ya? got yourself a whole litter of… half-breeds.”

what could she do?

as quickly and as silently as she could, [y/n] scrambled through the wet tree branches, cursing herself every time her feet lost grip. nerves added up with rain never helped.

at the very last second, [y/n] reached a spot in which she could just barely see her mom. well, her mom, and the avatar that had a gun aimed right at her. just as [y/n] opened her mouth and prepared to scream a distraction, an arrow flew right through the avatar’s body.

gunfire followed almost immediately after, and her dangerous balance finally lost way, causing the girl to topple from her position and into the muddy ground below.

[y/n] was quick to stand up — she had to be — but the scene was not a pretty sight to behold.

she was surrounded. surrounded by three different avatars, each with their own weapon that could quite easily hurt her, if not kill her on the spot. she just prayed that, if they did manage to get to her, she could make them scream first.

[y/n] knew she would. it was always just a matter of mentality, right?

and so, as if the clock slowed down just for her, [y/n]’s eyes flashed around her and gauged every detail possible. the machine gun, loaded and prepared ( although she had noticed that it was already halfway empty ), in the hands of the avatar to her right, the two knives ready in the hands of the avatar to her left, and the last avatar just in front of her. nothing but his fists.

a smile surfaced.

she could deal with that.

and then, before the rest of her body returned to the consciousness of time, her feet began to move. [y/n] lifted her arms so she could see her wrists — still wrapped in chains — and she leapt upwards.

her long legs gave her a higher jump, bringing her and her hands to the perfect height to wrap her chains around the weaponless avatar’s neck. she swung herself around, legs hooking his torso as she tugged with every bit of strength she could muster.

at the chaotic sounds around her, [y/n] knew that bullets were being fired now. lucky for her, she had her very own personal shield, but that meant the tree she was choking was about to go timber.

once she felt the warm splatters of his blood against her stomach, she knew she only had a matter of time before getting squished under a dead man’s weight. [y/n] shifted her weight, unhooking her legs and placing her feet on his hips very carefully.

[y/n] kept her ears aware at all times as she leapt up and off of the now dead avatar, pushing him onto the ground with her jump. her ears moved vigilantly, picking up the sounds of the bullets just before they were shot so she could move just in time to avoid any casualties.

and then her favorite sound rang through the air. an empty cartridge.

at that, her infamous smirk surfaced as she locked eyes with the now useless avatar.

now, behind her, the third avatar with the knives thought she was being slick, creeping behind her with both weapons raised to stab her in the back.

luckily, [y/n] was far too aware and far too pissed to miss such an important detail.

just as the third avatar broke through stabbing distance, [y/n] whirled around and disarmed her in a quick movement. both knives flew into the air, and she swiftly grabbed each of them.

each blade found their own homes embedded in the chests of her enemies

and then, just like that, she’d won.

[y/n] huffed for air, three dead avatars laying around her feet. blood pooled, swirling in an overwhelming pool of maroon. and none of it was hers.

I LOVE SEEING THE TRUST SLOWLY BUILDING AND THEN GROVER BEING THE GLUE BC FACE IT HE. IS. THE. MFING. GLUE.

AND NOT TO MENTION the entire medusa bit! like thank you for putting my respect on her name, esp considering the symbol that she is NOW for people -- i just thought it was rlly well done without making her a good guy or anything bc.. yeah, the idea was there, but she's still her character PLUS she added the characterization that comes with their parents which is think is a really good branch to build off of

AND LMM JUST SAYINF "you guys won't believe this" OR WHATEVER LIKE this show has me giggling and kicking my feet like i did the first time i read these books i can't even omfg

Major spoilers for Percy Jackson Episode 3‼️

THAT EPISODE???? There were so many things to talk about. "We need to choose each other"? Percy and Annabeth ACTUALLY having parental rivalry? GROVER IN GENERAL?? THAT SONG??? LIN APPEARANCE??? PLEASE ADD ON WITH YOUR FAVORITE PART, BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO, THAT WAS A LOT. THEY'RE SO LITTLE, THEY'RE ACTUALLY KIDS THIS TIME AND THEY'RE SO ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS AND-

i love the way you brought a character to life without anyone previously knowing anything about him like so many people love the writing that you make. people sit there and read the words that you wrote from your mind and get joy from it, likeee it’s so cliche so sorry if this sounds super dumb or wtv but it’s so cute i love your writing so much and fali obvs coz he’s my fav alien ✌🏼❤️

this is the sweetest thing ever omg -- thank you so much, it rlly means a lot and it honestly is totally insane that ppl just... read my stuff and it actually evokes real life emotion?? that's so wild

“I stay with my squad.”

😭😭😭😭

There was a strange silence on the end of the phone, and a horrible static prickle ran down his spine. “Mary?!”

“You haven’t heard…”

“Jesus Christ, Mary, what?!”

“Remus… something awful has happened.”

She started explaining, and Remus fell to his knees as the whole world began to fall apart.

early November vibes :P