Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo'at'ite - Tumblr Posts
Neytiri referenced on sideshow collectibles sculpt bust
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ᖇᗩᗰᗷᒪᗴ TIᗰᗴ!
ՏO!
Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ 3?
Mᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ɪᴍ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ BUT ɪᴍ sᴡᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ.ᴇ ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ. I sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʟᴍᴀᴏ.
I'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ ᑎᗴᗯ ᴄʟᴀɴs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᗩՏᕼ (?) ᑕᒪᗩᑎ.
Vᴀʀᴀɴɢ?
Eᴠɪʟ Nᴀᴠɪ?
ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ sᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪɪɪɪ 🫣
I ᗯOᑎᗪᗴᖇ ᕼOᗯ ᒪO'ᗩK IՏ ᘜOᑎᑎᗩ ᗩᗪᒍᑌՏT.
Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ Tᴜᴋᴛɪʀᴇʏ ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘ 🥹🥹
I ᕼOᑭᗴ ᗯᗴ Տᗴᗴ ᑕᕼᗩᑎᘜᗴՏ Iᑎ ᑭᗩᖇᗴᑎTIᑎᘜ ՏTYᒪᗴ ᑎOᗯ TᕼᗩT ᑎᗴTᗴYᗩᗰ IՏ ᘜOᑎᗴ (😭😣)
TᕼᗩT'Տ ᗩᒪᒪ, ᘜOOᗪ ᑎIᘜᕼT/ ᗰOᖇᑎIᑎᘜ/ᗴᐯᗴᑎIᑎᘜ/ᗩᖴTᗴᖇᑎOOᑎ TO ᗩᒪᒪ Oᖴ YOᑌ ᒪOᐯᗴᒪY ᑭᗴOᑭᒪᗴ! ❤︎
yeah okay i’m officially sobbing
art creds: soumart_1 on tiktok!
like mother like daughter
pairing ; mama!neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite x baby!daughter!reader
taggings ; 🪽🍄
summary ; neytiri recently gave birth to her first daughter, and she has never been happier.
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the omatikayan people did not have the same tools that humans did during pregnancy. the mother would receive monthly check-ups from the tsahìk herself to ensure her and baby were strong. when the day came, the mother would be brought to the tsahìk and her top healers to help guide her through the birth and bring her baby into the world.
the navi get no information on their babies before they are born, so when mo’at had placed you in neytiris arms for the first time with her words,
“the great mother has blessed you with a baby girl.”
your mother cried, as did jake. she had already welcomed a son into this world and the news of being able to raise a daughter brought her such joy.
neytiri held you against her chest letting her tears sink into your bloodied hair. all she could do was stare at you, though you were unable to do the same as your eyes hadn’t opened yet.
she rocked you against her chest, expecting your cries to ring throughout the room. when they didn’t, your mother worried and in turn asked her own mother if you were okay.
“sa’nok she isn’t crying. why isn’t she crying?”
mo’at picked you up from your mothers arms and investigated your small body, checking for anything that could be wrong.
the other healers rushed over to their tsahìk offering their aid, blocking view from your mother.
“what’s wrong with her? is she okay? please tell me she’s okay.” neytiri expressed, her lips quivering.
she tried to push herself off the hammock but fell back down due to her weak body after birth. a younger girl in the tsahìks tent lended her aid to your mother, doing her best to calm her.
after a through inspection of your external and internal health, mo’at smiled and placed you back into your moms arms. she gladly took you back and rocked you again, looking at your scrunched up face.
“nothing is wrong. she is just a happy baby.” your grandmother spoke, brushing neytiris hair out of her face.
your mother lightly laughed as she held you even closer. neteyam was such a loud baby when he was born, this was a shock to her.
you let out baby babbles and reached your tiny arms out towards your mothers face. neytiri put her index finger infront of your small hands, and you grasped on. you were only a few minutes old, but you let out a smile to the contact.
“have you and jake decided on a name?”
“(y/n) te suli neytiri’ite.” neytiri said with a smile.
you were presented to the clan by your father, the olo’keytan. everyone was there, young, old, healer, hunter, even some of the humans.
your father held you high and proud, with your mother by his side. neytiri couldn’t speak due to the overflux of joy she was experiencing. after neteyams presentation, she thought the next wouldn’t be as emotional. that was far from the truth.
“(y/n)!” your father spoke sternly, raising you in the sky.
“(y/n)!” the clan repeated after him.
everyone around felt blessed as they welcomed the tsakarems newest child into the omatikayan clan.
when night fell, it was time for the moment your mother had been waiting for since she first held you. your first connection to eywa was beautiful and full of emotions.
your mother held you this time, jake by her side. she guided your small queue towards eywa’s as you made tsaheylu with the tree of souls. when you and your mother made this bond directly after your birth, you felt neytiris joy and she felt your curiosity. connecting to eywa was different, the feeling was indescribable.
when the bond was made, both of your pupils widen in response. your face was blank a moment, until your broke out into a smile. the only way to describe it was like a hug from the great mother, feeling her warm embrace as she welcomed you into her great creation.
the bond first felt like a feeling, until you blinked and opened your eyes in a meadow within the forest. you saw everything in what seemed to be third person, not truely being there, just observing.
the first thing you saw was a female navi running into the middle of your view. she looked like your mother, though slightly older. she gasped in joy and scooped up what had to be you, as once she did you suddenly were aware of your surroundings and saw the world in first person once more.
“aw, tsu’tey look! she’s so pretty!”
a navi male then entered the scene, coming up behind the female.
“sylwanin, be calm. she is just a baby, you will spook her.”
your mind wasn’t old enough to comprehend what these people were saying, you didn’t understand your language yet.
“ok ok, i’m aunty syl! your sa’nus sister! your such a gorgeous little girl!” the girl who had introduced herself as sylwanin yipped, as she motioned to herself.
she bumped the males shoulder encouraging him to speak up.
“she can’t not even understand m-“ a quick shove to the leg shut him up. “sweet eywa, i am tsu’tey. your..uncle?”
sylwanin, your mothers sister, and tsu’tey, your aunts lover. they rested eternally with eywa now, though you didn’t know it at the time.
“sempul!” your aunt spoke, referencing the much older man now approaching you.
“look at her! isn’t she gorgeous? neytiri makes such cute children.” sylwanin held you up to the elder navi.
“she possesses your beauty as well.” he replied.
“this is your grandpa! eyuktan! he is your mother and i’s sempul.” syl spoke again. “look! everyone is here (y/n)!”
your moms sister held you up and let you see around the forest. there were countless navi surrounding the area, spread throughout the floor and trees. they were all focused on one thing, you. you had been presented to the living memebers of your clan, and now the dead admired you through the great mother.
sylwanin handed you to tsu’tey, speaking to him,
“it is better if you do it.”
tsu’tey held you tight and then to the sky as your father had once done.
“(y/n)!”
the fallen navi spoke loudly,
“(y/n)!”
outside of eywa, at the tree of souls, you were smiling with your eyes closed. once neytiri saw your emotion, she knew you had seen what the great mother intended you to see, and broke the bond.
“sit neteyam.” your father announced.
your mother sat on the floor of your families kelku, holding you gently in her arms. neteyam sat infront of his mother and put his hands out, wanting to hold his little sister.
“now you have to be gentle, understand? (y/n) is a baby. you can not handle her roughly.” neytiri explained.
“i will! i will! i’ll be super careful sa’nu!” your older brother pleaded his case.
neytiri began to pass you onto neteyam, placing you in his 3 fingered hands,
“support her head.”
your brother held you softly with one hand on your hand and another on your back. he stared into your eyes then back to his mother and smiled,
“she looks like you mama!”
he moved his head and faced towards you again and leaned in,
“i’m ne-te-yam. i’m your tsmukan, and i’m gonna be here forever and ever.”
your mother smiled at her two children, there was nothing in life she would ever desire more then the moments like these.
“sa’nuuu when will she talk?”
not everything was all sunshine. nights with you were restless. you hadn’t cried during birth, so your mother expected you to be quiet at night, she was wrong.
“shh, ma (y/n) you are okay. there is nothing to cry about.” your mother rocked you and softly tried to put you back to sleep.
your crying didn’t halt and you sobbed. neytiri had done everything to make you comfortable, you were simply being a baby.
at this point you had woken your father and brother. your crying had upset neteyam, and while he was older than you, he was still just a toddler who cried too. jake held his son and tried to calm him.
“what is the mighty warrior crying about? you’re not a baby like (y/n) why do you cry?”
neteyam shook his head and cried harsher which made you cry even louder. his sister waking him up during the night and not being quiet annoyed him so much, there was nothing else he knew how to do but cry.
neytiri was exhausted. with her daughter and son both crying in the middle of night she didn’t know what to do. she rocked and rocked you but nothing seemed to help. she was trying to hold herself together but you paired with your brother made an extremely loud combination.
“jake, i can not. i can not do this. i cant calm her, i am such a bad mother i cant even console my children.” neytiri ranted to her husband, doubting her skills.
her father sat neteyam down despite his protests and embraced his wife as well as you.
“you are doing great love. (y/n) is a baby, babies cry. she will stop eventually, this is not your fault.”
neteyam clung onto his leg sniffling, wanting to be held again.
“sempu!! make it stop!”
you continued crying and weeping, seeming even louder than before now.
jake sighed, “give her to me neytiri.”
your mother reluctantly handed over her daughter to her mate, and picked up neteyam, having an easier time calming him.
jake shook you from side to side, rather than up and down; a trick he learned on earth.
as your cries softened, neytiri stared with wide eyes, mostly thankful but with a hint of jealousy.
“w-wha- how - how did you do that?” she stammered over her words.
“if up and down doesn’t work, try side to side. all babies are different.”
you quickly fell back asleep and jake placed you in your smaller hammock. neteyam sighed in relief and returned to his sleeping quarters as well. now it was neytiris turn to cry.
“i don’t understand, i am her mother. i should know what is best for my baby. i am just failing her ma jake.” she exclaimed, falling back onto her and your fathers shared hammock.
“woah, woah slow it down baby.” jake approached and sat next to her.
“you are a wonderful mother neytiri. i wouldn’t want anyone else raising my babies. you have bore me two strong children, and you will learn their way as they learn ours. doubting yourself will get us nowhere as parents.”
neytiri looked up at him through watery eyes and squeezed him, letting her tears fade away.
“come to mama (y/n)! use those arms, i know you can do it yawntutsyìp!” neytiri sat shortly away from you, encouraging you to crawl towards her.
your father stood in the kitchen, preparing lunch, as your brother played with his wooden toys; most likely annoying his dad.
you babbled a little and got onto your knees and started crawling, wanting to feel your mother.
“yes ma (y/n) come! you are doing so good!”
you continued with help of your mothers encouragement, wanting to be held even more. you had a big smile on your face as you approached her. once you had made it neytiri swooped you up and hug you as tight as she could without hurting you.
“i am so proud of you my little nantang! you did so good!” she happily spoke
you stared up at your mother and giggled.
“yes that’s right! sa’nu is so proud of you! sa’nu loves you so much!”
your noises started to form something clearer, “saa- sa’nnnu!” you laughed and reached towards your mama.
jake dropped his knife in the kitchen and neteyam had started staring at you.
“you said what? what did you say (y/n)?” your mother spoke in shock and doubt, looking at you intently. “did you say sa’nu? sa’nu?” she asked more questions as jake approached and sat aside you and neytiri.
“sa’nuuu!” you dragged on the word into a weird baby noise and clapped your hands.
“she just- right?” your mother stared at her mate in shock as they both smiled.
your father hugged your mother and smirked while speaking, “sa’nu! your so smart (y/n), so smart! that’s her first word yeah?” he looked towards your mom with the biggest smile.
“yeah! oh- yes (y/n)! sa’nu! your so amazing my little syulang, oh your so great!” she finally spoke, breaking out of her confused silence.
neteyam ran up to the 3 of you at the family celebration, “she can talk to me now right?!”
your mother let out one more sigh of shock and hugged her son and and husband with you still on her chest.
several weeks later, you had been working on crawling and speaking. you could crawl longer distances and knew a few little words. you and your mother had been alone this time, playing with wooden ikrans.
“whoosh! catch it (y/n)!” neytiri was moving the ikran around in the air, making noises to indicate it flying around.
“you can do it ma yawne!”
you pouted and sat on your knees reaching up, it took a while but you stood up as well, which you had learnt a few weeks ago. neytiri taunted you, raising the toy higher.
“sa’nu! sa’nu!” after you were able to speak a word or two, you never stopped.
“no (y/n) you have to come get it!”
“sa’nu! ikrab! sa’nu!” your pronunciation wasnt the best, but ikran was one of your favorite words.
your mother started backing up on her knees to tease you further, “it’s getting away!”
you started to whine at your mom leaving you behind and would’ve broken out into full sobs if the flap to your home didn’t open.
your father walked in with neteyam behind him, holding a fish in his hands.
“look what this fisherman caught!”
neteyam spoke up, “all by myself dad!”
jake repeated what his son had said, “yes all by himself!”
neytiri clapped for her son, allowing his ego to quickly grow as he puffed his chest out.
“sempu! sem!” you used some of the furniture to assist you in turning around and slowly waddled over to where your dad stood.
at this sight, jake got down on his knees as neytiri gasped.
“hi baby! come on (y/n) keep going!” he motioned his hands towards himself.
your mother teared up behind you, and once you made your way to your father he grabbed you up into the air with a tight hug.
“i’ve got two mighty kids! (y/n) the great walker!”
neytiri rised up from her spot and ran over to her daughter, taking you from jakes arms.
“oh my baby! your getting so big!”
neteyam wasn’t having it with the attention being placed onto someone else.
“mama i walk everyday! i’m the mighty walker!”
both of your parents laughed as your dad picked up your brother, then initiating a family hug.
neytiri wouldn’t have her family any other way.
EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (1)
Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc; 3104)
Jake knew a saying; held onto it ever since he had resided amongst Na’vi– every person is born twice. While he believed that it meant that the second time is when you earn your place here in Pandora, Eywa had a clever way of broadening the idea. His very children were proof of it.
He thinks it’s the great mother’s way of compensation, perhaps a second chance for him to do better– to do his very best to keep them alive on behalf of those he lost.
While Kiri was a special case enough, you too were an odd one.
You are Tsu’tey's daughter. Turns out, he had someone in secret while he trained to become olo’eyktan– when he was supposed to take Neytiri for himself. It was taboo– absolutely wrong to become unfaithful to one’s mate. But following the carnage of the great war, when Tsu’tey had so selflessly sacrificed his life, only then did Tsi’ewa came forward; told everyone of their love and what could have been. She was a simple songstress along Ninat, but it was her round and bulging belly that caught everyone’s attention.
It caused an uproar and understandably so. After all, Neytiri had only announced her rebellion with Jake not long before, but when the people connected the dots themselves and both stories had become one, they understood that their hearts merely yearned for another and no one should have ever dictated otherwise. Arrangements had been made and condolences were exchanged— everyone can only look back and wish that things could have been different.
Jake was supposed to take you under his wing as a way of honoring him– he owed Tsu’tey his life and perhaps an apology as big as so. But after your mother had unfortunately died during your birth, he knew to himself that he had to take you in; not as a responsibility, but as his own blood and flesh. His first daughter.
You were the loudest baby, he recalled. That day, Jake had rocked your body back and forth in his arms frantically, while Mo’at and Neytiri did everything within their power to help Tsì'ewa. Your cries were ear-splitting, enough to wake the whole clan up.
“Just what do I do with you,” He muttered under his breath, eyebrows knitted in frustration– just where do he hold you? Is he doing it right? Are you hurt? Why are you crying so loud?
“Jake, the baby!” Neytiri’s shout from inside had cut his train of loud thoughts, snapping back to your bawling. He wasn’t doing such a good job.
“I’m trying, Neytiri– this thing won’t budge.”
Neytiri had emerged from the hut, stomping her way to Jake with a scowl. "That is not a thing, you skxawng!" she exclaimed before gently scooping you up from his arms, cooing softly to you– though it was more like mocking him instead. “Does Jake here make you cry?” She said, patting your thigh soothingly. “He’s not at all pleasant to look at, but you have to get used to it.”
Almost in an instant, your cries had died down. You babbled along with her, like you were agreeing with her every word. He slowly pulled himself closer to Neytiri, eyes wide with curiosity as he watched your small hands playing with her long braids. “Heh, she has Tsu’tey’s eyes,” He whispers, unable to look away.
The flap of the hut swinging open was the only thing that got their attention, momentarily away from yours as they looked at Mo’at with anticipation. With a single shake of her head, sorrow surged their hearts, eyes traveling back to your innocent ones. They mourned for you; an unknowing child should never have to carry such grief. They had to make a choice– A responsibility they weren’t expecting to have so early.
Jake mindlessly trails his finger down your stomach, gently, like you were the most fragile thing. Your little hand wraps around it and it was like you had binded his scattered thoughts into one big understanding.
Sully. You’re one of them now.
Jake releases a breathless chuckle as he gazes upon his lover and you with a newfound clarity, a perspective so bright it illuminated in his very eyes. Then came an idea– the desire of having children of their own. Perhaps that’s why Neteyam came after only two years. You were quite the ploy; the push they needed to start a family.
You were truly blessed– the genius of your age was undeniable, your remarkable talent soon earning you the admiration of all who had seen it. By the time you turned six, you had already mastered many of the abilities that a hunter would need– your skills with a bow were unrivaled by most of the children your age, let alone those who were much older than you. They'd marvel at your accuracy each time you took aim with an arrow. You could never miss. You had to make sure you didn’t.
By the age of 12, you had already accompanied Jake in hunts. You had developed a knack for planning, coming up with routes and back-up plans that were often surprisingly effective. You have proved to be helpful plenty of times. You were quick, silent– full of poise. They often wondered if you were an old, seasoned soul trapped inside a little girl’s body.
But as quickly as the spotlight had shone down on you, it left almost as soon as it had come.
(“What you did today was reckless, y/n.” Jake settles his bow on the table aggressively, emitting a sharp thud. You were just as frustrated, throwing your satchel down the floor of the hut.
The mission had gone rather wildly, with things not going along the plan. There was another airship– one that no one was aware of. Your instincts jolted your body, immediately throwing an explosive towards it which had it blowing all over the place– its pieces crashing and causing a wildfire.
Jake argued that there could’ve been a more safer way. One that didn’t have to risk more of our resources and supplies; one that didn’t have to injure the other warriors. Of course you knew to yourself that you did the right thing. You did what you had to do.
‘You could’ve been hurt and got others killed! Just what were you thinking?” He continued to berate you. You jest that if this went on, there’d be steam visible above his already heated head.
“I had to take a risk– not everything goes to plan and this is proof of it.” You answered back with a scowl, “If I hadn't, there would’ve been more casualties.”
“That’s not a call for you to answer to! Jesus Christ,” Jake runs his palms down his face, grunting, before looking back at you– expression suddenly tired and soft. “Come on kid, where’s that sweetheart who always listened to what I said?”
You had scoffed, a hurt forming on the pits of your stomach. “That sweetheart once had a place in plans before.” You said, eyes unwilling to look at him. It weighed in your heart heavily– why did people assume that you were the only one who changed? You didn’t understand. “Pretty sure the Jake before was a good listener too.”
The wrinkle in between his eyebrows deepened in confusion, but he never was one for confrontation. With a single dismissive grunt, he turns his back against you. “I’m way past your attitude. You’re grounded. Go.”)
As you grew, the resemblance to your father became ever more apparent. Jake started noticing the many similarities between the two of you; the way you walked– how you sauntered confidently through a crowd. Your braids would move along your heavy steps (and perhaps, that’s where Neteyam got his mannerism of swaying his too.), shoulders wide and proud. You even had his signature snarl, something Tsu’tey was known for that unfortunately seemed to have been passed down to you too.
However, it was more than how you brought yourself. You were strong-willed– stubborn.
There was another thing about you too. You didn’t call Jake dad anymore. It hurt him– left a heavy feeling on his chest every time you regarded him so distant. It was unfair that you still called Neytiri mom, why did it have to change with him? He didn’t have the heart to address it. Couldn’t ask you what went wrong.
Because he knows damn well why.
Lo’ak was enough of a headache, but you were a different kind of royal pain in the ass, more like a personal problem. It was tiresome. Petty. There was not a day that you and Jake wouldn’t argue and bite each other’s ass off– and yet, there was never a day where you two would talk it out. The fights would blur itselves out and before they knew it, things would be back to normal, only for it to fall out again over something small. It was routine. The only thing normal for you both.
He missed you– missed his baby. Just when did you grow to become so distant? When did he start to overlook you?
You’ll admit, you might have indulged in the folk’s gossip. They always had a story for everything and they have plenty about your father. Tsu’tey was a fit olo’eyktan. He had proved so in his training and determination. Of course it was a low punch in the gut when the throne had been passed to an outsider– a demon, most of all. It was unfair, he knew it wasn’t right. A washed up marine had taken something he had worked for like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.
You pitied your father and you feared you’d be like him– like nothing.
And history might just repeat itself. You weren’t clueless– wasn’t blind to the fact that Jake had trained your brother more. He adored him so much that the very moment he was in the right age to train, you were off to fend for yourself; trained all alone while Jake went over the routine with Neteyam like he did with you. You remembered waiting for him every afternoon because he promised that he’d make time– that time was yours and yours only. But as the light bled and neared eclipse and you were too cold to wait outside, you learned never to wait again.
They would come home soon after– smiles on their faces and a handful of apologies for you.
Soon enough, your suspicions proved you right as the people started to talk again; Neteyam– the golden child. He would make a good olo’eyktan.
Perhaps that would explain the drift between you and Neteyam too. Could they blame you for it? You had lost their attention so early– while you still needed them. You weren’t their kid and you were reminded of it everyday. In times when you didn’t know if you had space in the family hammock while they sat together, telling stories under the starry sky. You pretended to have fallen asleep everytime; back against them as you listened. In times where the family was growing and growing, until the small table wasn’t big enough for everyone anymore– or in this case, for you.
(“Come on, ma’ite, what are you doing so far from here?” Neytiri had called for you when she noticed how distant you were from everyone. You silently scooted beside her, wooden bowl in your lap. “Look, I prepared your favorite.”
It wasn’t. You hated it. You hated the tangy taste of it so badly. But you had decided to eat what was left on the table after everyone had gotten their meals and there wasn’t usually enough for you. Neytiri thought nothing of that– didn’t think that you eating only scraps and dried fruit was because there wasn’t anything else for you to have. She simply thought that it was your favorite and had been making it for you ever since.
You didn’t have the heart to tell her. Not when she thought she had been doing well with preparing it. You kissed your teeth, smiling tightly as you lifted the food to your lips, eating silently. “Thank you, it’s good.” You muttered under your breath after.)
But you were family; they said so themselves. When they tucked you in to sleep, when they patted your head. They were still present now, just not in the way you wanted– not in the way you longed for. It seemed like making them angry was the only way you could have their attention– particularly, your dad. You could never make Neytiri mad. She tries to understand you, she does. Explaining now just seems so.. Petty. So childish, you decided to push her away instead.
What do you tell her? That you only let dad blow a fuse or two was because you missed him? Because you didn’t know what went wrong?
So there goes your routine.
“I just don’t understand why I can’t be olo’eykte.” You had brought up again, lips in a familiar snarl. “You tire me and for what? Kiri is already training to be Tsahik– just what would my place in this clan be?”
“We are not having this conversation again, y/n. Not tonight.”
Jake had just returned from a particularly bad hunt; went home empty-handed and with a patience as thin as a strand of hair. He continued to sharpen his dagger, movements almost aggressive. Everyone immediately went out of his way, not wanting to be on the end of his temper– not you though. You could never get a hint, it seems.
“Yes, tonight! My ceremony is almost near, sir. I have been waiting.”
It wasn’t like he had a reason anyway. Jake couldn’t tell you because he had no reason as to why. Why couldn’t you be olo’eykte? You had all the skills to be one, even more so. But in the back of his mind, a thought so deep and petty that he couldn’t bear to say, tells him that the name he carried was something to gift his eldest son. Olo’eyktan was a privilege reserved for Neteyam. He never thought to have you so early– he always dreamed of having a son first.
“Wait more.”
“This is insane– sa’nok!” You had turned to Neytiri, eyes pleading. She quickly grasps your arm and tries to tug you back towards the exit, speaking in a soft but firm voice as she tries to soothe the tension.
“Ma’ite, why don’t we go out for a walk?” She whispers. To be frank, she was tired of this– never of you, no. But at the way things had been. Parents aren’t parents automatically just because they have had children of their own. It’s a skill they have yet to muster– to truly understand. She didn’t know where the line between you and her had blurry along the years. Didn’t know where this constant need of yours to be seen came from.
You jerked your arm away from her, almost too harshly. It tugged on her heartstrings, not knowing what was going on with you. “I cannot wait anymore.” You said, taking two steps towards Jake with an unreadable anger– an anger he didn’t know when had stemmed from.
“Is it because I’m not your daughter?”
His eyes widened. A flash of vulnerability visible in his gaze, momentarily softening his glare. “You stop this right now, y/n.” He had stood up, tucking the dagger back to his loincloth. Jake’s larger frame towered over you, telling you to drop it– to leave the conversation. But you weren’t backing down.
“I am your eldest–! You trained me earlier than Neteyam, I have been here long enough–”
“You aren’t ready!” He had shouted with the same fierceness, earning a dirty look from Neytiri.
“Why won’t you see me?” Your voice had softened, borderline begging– just a bit, but enough for his ears to flatten in response. He knew that beneath those few simple words lay many layers of underlying meaning; emotions that have yet to be spoken.
But he turns his back against you dismissively anyway. “Neytiri, get her out of here.”
Neytiri grabs you by the arms again, although a bit forceful now, but just enough for her to touch you– to have you in between her arms. She embraced you, like she was trying to keep the words from escalating. She feared one of you would say something out of line; something you both would regret.
But on the brink of the tension– the severity of the situation, you had muttered. Your voice was muffled, but it was clear. The message was oh so crystal. “You took everything from my father.”
Jake grunts, “Yeah? Well maybe your father wasn’t enough either.”
“Jake!” Neytiri hisses and although Jake couldn’t see her, he knew very well he was getting quite the conversation with his mate too.
It was a low blow. Unnecessary. A straight strike to the gut. It was a pain so bitter, you didn’t want it to linger any longer– you were nauseous. You wanted no more than to vomit everything that spiraled out of your stomach.
“You want to lead so badly and you can’t even control your temper. No clan wants a hot-head for a leader.” But he kept going– relentless and cruel. “You ought to be someone else’s shadow.”
“But I’m your daughter,” Your tone had softened, almost cracking as the lump in your throat grew. Tears blurred your vision, threatening to escape as Neytiri held you close.
“And yet you never listen to me— because I’m not exactly your father, yeah?” With one last glance, he stepped out, passing his children who stayed just outside the door, listening. Jake opens his mouth, desperate to ease the tension– the discomfort written in their faces, but he quickly shuts it and continues to walks out. He had said enough for tonight. There was nothing saving his face from this. It was best if he left instead.
“Oh, ma’ite.” Neytiri rocks her body along yours, drawing soothing circles on your back but the embarrassment settles in your chest– gnawing at your body. You catch a glance of the pitiful looks from your siblings as they try to enter the hut silently.
How could you make a mess out of yourself in front of them? Why had you let this blown over?
You retracted slowly from your mother’s hold, wiping your tears before running the opposite way from where Jake had gone to. It was better if you left instead.
mauve here! finally done writing this after racking my head for weeks. wanted it to be relatable (??) as much as possible, idk why. there is just something therapeutic w writing about your past issues <3 but i hope this one's alright!!! really excited to finally post this heheh
lots of kisses!
I grant this boy a mother figure.
(Again me and my silly idea of neytiri that is spider's mom)
A better sketch, and i had a problem with drawing spider's arms like omg that was HARD
I had another cute idea for "neytiri is a good mom to spider" but my first "idea" sketch is always a mess bvrbrvrbrbrvrb
Omg look they're having quality time together!!!
( recently I want spider to feel loved, so he is getting big blue mother's love!)
Could you do a fanart of Neytiri's Avatar by tickling Spider, please?
Neytiri looks like a happy cat here wheheneene
I can't buy merch, so i made my own, hehe
Neytiri with her little boyssss
(No angst for real spider is her son here)