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Ford and dipper doing some homework, when Mabel walks in with some sweet beats.

Baba Chops and Dogday

I have fallen info the abyss of smilling critters au(s) and I just wanted to draw them in my style. So if I don’t get bored, you can expect multiple of these drawings each with a smilling and nightmare critter.

About the lore of this so far unnamed au:

during the drawing process I was thinking what would their relationship be JUST based on their looks. And then it hit me..sheep and a dog…sheepdog (aka that dog that guards sheep and protects them and stuff). So based on that:

Dogday and Baba Chops were always like really close as close as siblings can be, like yeah they aren’t sibling by blood but that doesn’t mean anything to them. Dogday protects everyone but he has special place for his little sister Baba. (Also just for the record I made Dogday a bit of a himbo in this au) On the other hand Baba also loves her brother very much she just doesn’t show it. She’s still an introvert and likes to be alone, but she can tolerate Dogdays presence. He’s also the only one who can hug her without dying ten seconds later.

(Also if you’re asking were is Dogdays sun colar he now has it on the back of his jacket)

this was supposed to be a meme but i got carried away

Прощание Алу/Aleu's Goodbye

RUS: Пускай Алу и не была похожа на своих братьев и сестер, но она всё же смогла найти свой дом, чему был рад её отец, Балто, хоть ему и было тяжело отпускать свою повзрослевшую малышку.

ENG: Even though Aleu was not like her brothers and sisters, she was still able to find her home, which her father, Balto, was glad of, even though it was hard for him to let go of his grown-up baby.

RUS: Божечки! Они такие очаровашки!😍😍😍😍😍💕💕💕💕💕

ENG: Oh my God! They're so adorable!😍😍😍😍😍💕💕💕💕💕

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something small for wholesome sonic and tails wednesday before I go to bed...

don't tag as ship

RUS: Ав! До чего же это мило выглядит!🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕

ENG: Aww! How cute it looks!🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕

January 29 2024

Sonic being Tails' Big Brother is amazing- but him being his Mom, Dad, and Picket Fence is my personal favorite.

Fan art for thatbirdguy_'s Tails Ratify AU on Twitter! It's so cute I can't handle it! ;o;

Just like you

A small episode from the life of two brothers. 🥰 💕

It is based on the song of the same name, which is often used in music videos and animations.

Tails often recalled with a smile how he used to dream of becoming like his best friend, Sonic the blue hedgehog.

He remembered that conversation very well.…

— When I grow up, I will definitely become like you, Sonic! You're so cool! And I want to do everything-everything like you! — a small fluffy two-tailed fox cub once addressed the hedgehog.

Sonic, smiling, then answered the kid:

— That's very commendable and sweet of you, Tails. But you don't have to be just like me.

— Why is that?

— Each of us has our own path, our own destiny. Everyone is unique in their own way. I can run at supersonic speeds, while you can fly, and you are also interested in technology. What you can do, Tails, maybe no one can. It's really amazing. You're very cool on your own! In time, you'll figure it all out for yourself.

— Really?

— Yeah!

— But even if we are so different, then… then we will remain friends, right?

— Of course! You will always remain my best friend and younger brother! — grinning, Sonic said and hugged the little fox to himself. And the kid, laughing merrily, snuggled up to him in response.

Many years had passed, and Tails still remembered that wonderful moment from his childhood…

Russian version

Just like you

Небольшой эпизод из жизни двух братьев. 🥰💕

Основано на одноименной песенке, которую часто используют в клипах и анимациях.

Тейлз частенько вспоминал с улыбкой, как раньше мечтал стать похожим на своего лучшего друга, синего ежа Соника.

Он очень хорошо помнил тот разговор…

— Когда я вырасту, то обязательно стану как ты, Соник! Ведь ты такой крутой! И я хочу делать всё-всё, как ты! — обратился как-то к ежу маленький пушистенький двухвостый лисёнок.

Соник, улыбнувшись, тогда ответил малышу:

— Это очень похвально и мило с твоей стороны, Тейлз. Но тебе не обязательно быть совсем как я.

— Почему же?

— У каждого из нас свой путь, своя судьба. Каждый по-своему уникален. Я могу бегать со сверхзвуковой скоростью, в то время как ты умеешь летать, а также увлекаешься техникой. То, что ты можешь, Тейлз, возможно не сможет никто. Это действительно потрясающе. Ты сам по себе очень крут! Со временем ты и сам всё это поймёшь.

— Правда?

— Ага!

— Но даже если мы такие разные, то… То мы же останемся друзьями?

— Конечно! Ты навсегда останешься моим лучшим другом и младшим братом! — усмехнувшись, сказал Соник и прижал к себе маленького лисёнка. И малыш, весело смеясь, прижался к нему в ответ.

Прошло много лет, а Тейлз всё ещё помнил тот прекрасный момент из детства…

English version

Интуиция

Это один из коротких фанфиков, посвящённых Тейлзу и Сонику, как двум прекрасным братьям🥰💕

Однажды ночью началась гроза: свистел ветер, сверкала молния, громыхал гром, лил дождь. Всё это создавало довольно жуткую атмосферу. Большинство жителей Мобиуса спокойно себе спали, не обращая внимания на непогоду. Только разве что в одном доме кое-кто не спал в такое время.

Ёж Соник ворочался в кровати, пытаясь уснуть. Он видел такой хороший сон, где он бегал по Зелёным холмам, несясь со своей сверхзвуковой скоростью. Но потом он внезапно проснулся и теперь не может снова уснуть, чтобы досмотреть прекрасный сон. Как будто его что-то такое специально разбудило и не даёт заснуть.

Решив, что надо перекусить, ёж неохотно слез с кровати и вышел из своей комнаты. Спускаясь вниз по лестнице, он заметил, что в гостиной горит свет. Это показалось синему ежу довольно странным, поскольку он точно помнил, что выключал свет в этой комнате.

Неизвестно, из любопытства или странного ощущения, которое снова возникло у него в голове, Соник направился в гостиную. Там он увидел, что окна были закрыты шторами, на полу валялась приоткрытая книга «Истории путешественников», а на диване лежал, прикрывшись пушистыми хвостами, его приёмный младший брат, лисёнок Тейлз.

Он весь дрожал от страха, и Соник, забеспокоившись за друга, подошёл к нему.

— Тейлз, ты чего не спишь? — спросил тот его, отчего лисёнок вскрикнул от испуга. Обернувшись, он немного успокоился, когда заметил брата, и сел на диван, делая вид, будто ничего не произошло.

— Эм… Я решил…почитать книжку перед сном, — слегка запинаясь, ответил лисёнок.

— В такой час? Среди ночи? — вновь спросил его колючий друг, вскинув бровь, он нисколечки не поверил словам своего лучшего друга.

— Ну, а почему бы и нет. А ты сам почему не спишь? — вопросом на вопрос ответил Тейлз.

— Меня что-то разбудило. Сам пока не знаю что. Но похоже я проснулся не зря, потому что тебе явно нужна моя помощь.

— Помощь? Да со мной всё в порядке. Честно. Просто я… — попытался оправдаться Тейлз, но после раската грома, раздавшегося снаружи, и вспышки молнии, показавшейся за шторами, малыш вскрикнул и снова закрылся своими хвостами, прикрывшись ими как щитом.

Теперь Соник понял, в чём дело. Он сел рядом с маленьким дрожащим комочком золотисто-рыжей шерсти и начал его гладить.

— Хэй, всё хорошо. Это просто гроза. Она скоро закончится, — нежно и спокойно говорил ёж, поглаживая мягкую шёрстку лисёнка. Новые раскаты грома уже не так сильно пугали маленького лиса, потому что рядом с ним был его лучший друг. Ласка и забота Соника помогли расслабиться Тейлзу, и тот, убрав хвосты, прижался к ежу, положив голову ему на колени.

— Всё хорошо, Тейлз, я рядом. Всё хорошо, — также заботливо говорил он, продолжая гладить пушистого малыша.

Спустя некоторое время Соник предложил своему маленькому другу пойти к нему комнату, на что лисёнок с радостью согласился. Выключив в гостиной свет и положив книгу на журнальный стол, они пошли в комнату ежа.

Уже там Тейлз неожиданно спросил:

— Соник, а почему ты проснулся именно тогда, когда мне потребовалась помощь?

— У меня было какое-то странное ощущение, будто я должен был проснуться и пойти в гостиную.

— Наверное, это у тебя сработала интуиция.

— Интуиция?

— Да. Её ещё называют шестым чувством. В отличие от других органов чувств, о шестом чувстве мало что известно. К сожалению, наука не может точно это объяснить.

— А может, науке необязательно это объяснять? Ну, есть оно и есть. Зачем знать больше? А так это выглядит довольно необычно.

— Возможно ты прав. И знаешь что?

— Что?

— Я рад, что ты пришёл ко мне в тот момент, когда ты мне был очень нужен. Спасибо тебе, Соник.

— Всегда пожалуйста. А вообще, мы же с тобой братья, а братья не бросают друг друга в беде.

— Верно. Спокойной ночи, Соник, — зевнув, сказал Тейлз, прижавшись к другу.

— И тебе, братишка, — ответил ёж, укрыв себя и лисёнка мягким одеялом. Когда Соник убедился, что его младший брат крепко спит, он, улыбнувшись, вскоре тоже погрузился в страну снов.

А за окном в это время гром становился тише и тише, пока совсем не стих. И было только слышно, как капли дождя продолжают барабанить по крыше и стучать по стеклу…

English Version

Intuition

This is one of the short fanfiction dedicated to Tails and Sonic as two wonderful brothers.🥰💕

One night, a thunderstorm began: the wind whistled, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, it rained. All this created a rather creepy atmosphere. Most of the inhabitants of Mobius slept peacefully, not paying attention to the bad weather. Except that there was someone in one house who wasn't sleeping at that time. Sonic the hedgehog was tossing and turning in bed, trying to fall asleep. He had such a good dream where he was running through the Green Hills, rushing at his supersonic speed. But then he suddenly woke up and now he can't go back to sleep to finish a wonderful dream. As if something had woken him up on purpose and wouldn't let him fall asleep. Deciding that he needed a snack, the hedgehog reluctantly got off the bed and left his room. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed that the light was on in the living room. This seemed rather strange to the blue hedgehog, because he remembered exactly that he turned off the light in this room. It is not known whether out of curiosity or a strange feeling that arose in his head again, Sonic headed into the living room. There he saw that the windows were covered with curtains, a book of "Traveler's Stories" lay ajar on the floor, and his adopted younger brother, Tails the fox, was lying on the couch, covered with fluffy tails. He was trembling all over with fear, and Sonic, worried about his friend, approached him.

— Tails, why aren't you sleeping? — he asked him, which made the little fox cry out in fright. Turning around, he calmed down a little when he noticed his brother, and sat down on the sofa, pretending as if nothing had happened.

—Um... I decided... to read a book before going to bed, — the fox cub replied, slightly stammering.

— At this hour? In the middle of the night? — his prickly friend asked him again, raising an eyebrow, he did not believe his best friend's words at all.

— Well, why not? Why aren't you sleeping yourself? — Tails answered the question with a question.

— Something woke me up. I don't know what yet. But it looks like I woke up for a reason, because you obviously need my help.

— Help? I'm OK. Honestly. It's just that I... — Tails tried to justify himself, but after a clap of thunder from outside and a flash of lightning that appeared behind the curtains, the baby screamed and covered himself with his tails again, covering himself with them as a shield. Now Sonic understood what was going on. He sat down next to a small, trembling ball of golden-red fur and began stroking it.

— Hey, it's okay. It's just a thunderstorm. It will end soon,— the hedgehog said gently and calmly, stroking the soft fur of the fox cub. The new thunderclaps did not scare the little fox so much anymore, because his best friend was next to him. Sonic's affection and care helped Tails relax, and he removed his tails and snuggled up to the hedgehog, resting his head on his lap. "It's okay, Tails, I'm here. Everything is fine," he also spoke carefully, continuing to stroke the fluffy baby. After a while, Sonic invited his little friend to go to his room, to which the fox cub gladly agreed. Turning off the light in the living room and putting the book on the coffee table, they went to the hedgehog's room. Already there, Tails suddenly asked:

— Sonic, why did you wake up just when I needed help?

— I had a strange feeling that I should have woken up and gone to the living room.

— Perhaps it was your intuition that worked.

— Intuition? - yes. It is also called the sixth sense. Unlike other senses, little is known about the sixth sense. Unfortunately, science cannot accurately explain this.

— Maybe science doesn't have to explain it? Well, there it is. Why know more? As it is, it looks quite unusual.

— Maybe you're right. And you know what?

— What?

— I'm glad that you came to me at a time when I really needed you. Thank you, Sonic.

— You're welcome. Anyway, you and I are brothers, and brothers don't leave each other in trouble.

— That's right. Good night, Sonic,— Tails yawned and snuggled up to his friend. "And to you, little brother," the hedgehog replied, covering himself and the fox cub with a soft blanket. When Sonic made sure that his younger brother was fast asleep, he smiled and soon also plunged into the land of dreams. And outside the window, at this time, the thunder became quieter and quieter, until it completely subsided. And it was only audible as the raindrops continued to drum on the roof and knock on the glass…

Russian Version

Isabelle and Digby~!! Would you take them home? I know I would!!💕❤\♪(´▽｀)

“How is 12 year old Annabeth head of the Athena cabin??”

1. Demi gods have the life expectancy of a lemming.

2. Gifted kids often burn out by age 16 & I doubt any of the Athena teens have the energy or desire to argue with their little sister who willingly takes care of all the family paperwork.

I was looking at my old discord messages with a few friends and found these pictures I took! A group of my friends and my sister all playing vrchat together. The hazbin hotel pic is me as Alastor my friend as moondrop and my sister and her friend both as angel dust! There’s also a photo of my discord husband and me together! I love looking at old photos and thinking we’ve all grown up so much from barely knowing each other to the best meme squad in our entire friend group. Yes I do have a bigger friend group but I mainly get along with the smaller group that I have a closer bond to.

Halcyone is Avis's twin sister! She was drawn by my sister. Her quirk is a combination of their parents quirks.

Comparing children is like comparing planets.

Being different doesn't mean one is better than the other.

Except when one is better than the other.

TWINK!!! [And his lesbian sister♡]

Helium = Float

No helium = No float

Horrible sibling interactions:

"You need Jesus"

"I HAVE Jesus" *inhales entire fistful of straight lemon juice*

i love them sm. in another world they are happy trust

if we had cuteness aggression when we saw shadow in the movies, what do you think maria felt when she had the real thing.. (and I MEAN EVERY UNIVERSE) the biting is very sibling behaviour (would have drawn the toes but some of you are freaks/j)

Prompt #65

The villain didn’t like it, when their younger sibling became a hero. Nevertheless, they will be damned if they let any of the other villains hurt their sibling.

Keithan and his Siblings :)

It’s currently 1:11 and bout two minutes ago i saw my brother walkin down the hall so obviously me and my rational brain cell decided to call him over to flip him off and waste his time.

I saw this and thought of Neteyam and Lo'ak fucking around. Maybe even Lo'ak and Kiri XD

Shit I could even see it as [Y/N] and Tsu'tey if they were siblings too omg.

@olivia-the-weirdo @rsclopez @totesnothere04 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @milknhonies

p.s hope ya'll don't mind I keep tagging you in random nonsense, let me know if you want me to stop!

What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 6

word count: 4003

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: hurt, comfort, feels, lots of crying

Author's Note: Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors! Hope you enjoy this next installment :)))

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The weeks that followed could only be described as uncomfortable. Those of the clan gave you and Quaritch a wide berth. You did not miss their obvious sneers, nor the harsh whispers under their breath. Yet you cannot find it in yourself to fault them; such a reaction was more than understandable, perhaps even warranted.

The humans were far more courteous, even those with Avatars; but they too kept it to what was minimal etiquette. You noticed though, that they were far more cordial with the other recoms. You watched them converse with each other, animatedly talking about something or rather. It made you envious, a feeling you knew all too well.

Quaritch tells you not to worry; says it doesn’t bother him. But you wondered how much weight such words truly held. You’re thankful he and the recoms at least have each other, as bittersweet as it was. On the nights where you would eat dinner with your family, he and his squad ate together in one of their dwellings; the night filled with reminiscing of lives past and wishes for the future. Their revelry is downright infectious, and you often excuse yourself early to join them. It fills your heart with unbridled warmth to see Spider with them too. More often than not he would also join when it was just you and Quaritch alone.

At one point you had gathered all your siblings together, sitting them down and giving them a less graphic (for Tuk’s benefit) retelling of you and your mate’s meeting and eventual courtship. Your brothers, bless them, treated you no different, told you that they didn’t care and were happy for you. When you cornered them afterwards to speak privately, you wept and wept, thanks spilling from your lips over and over again.

They reiterated once more that they were just happy you came back alive and well. Regardless of the less-than-ideal circumstances surrounding your introduction to one another, and his sordid history, they were simply happy you had found your one true mate. Moreover, as far as they were concerned, if Eywa herself deemed it necessary to get this involved in your lives, then she must see something in him. If she could forgive him for his sins, then who were they to hold it against him? He paid his price in blood.

Sweet little Tuk; everything that had happened was perhaps a little too big for such a young mind, but you tried to explain yourself as best as you can to such a young one. She hummed in thought, called you and your mate weird, but if he made you happy like dad makes mum happy, then he must be okay. She was also the only one of your siblings that wanted to actually speak with Quaritch face to face.

You were reluctant, afraid of how mother might react. But little Tuk is rambunctious in nature. She barged in one night when you and Quaritch were having dinner with Spider. Hands on her hips she proclaimed with unwavering authority,

“If you wanna be in my family, then first you gotta apologize!” Her eyes were fixated on Quaritch, who stared back at her with shock all over his face. When he didn’t immediately say anything she elaborated further.

“That time…When you took my big sister…You and those scary people hurt us, and that wasn’t very nice…” She frowned at him, eyes glistening.

When you looked to your mate you saw the guilt in his eyes, how his ears flattened and tail wrapped around his waist. He got to his knees, tried to make himself as small possible in an attempt to be closer to her eye level. And he apologized. He apologized for scaring her, for hurting her. But most of all, he was so sorry he took you. He doesn’t give her any excuses; simply admits he did something wrong and was sorry.

She nods at him, but says nothing else; though you see the tightness of her expression loosen. Spider walks over to her and ruffles her hair which makes her giggle.

“Here kid, I got a little somethin’ for ya,” Quaritch says and reaches into his pants pocket. He pulls out a small wooden carving of a pa'li. He holds out the tiny figurine balanced in the palm of his hand. Tuk’s eyes widen and she grabs it with a loud thank you. She holds it up to her face, turning it around to admire it.

“You made this?” She asks, looking up at him expectantly.

“Yes. Your sister here helped me too. Made sure it looked right.” And it was true; you had spent many nights by his side, carefully instructing him on pa'li anatomy. You were surprised when he approached you and spoke of his intention to carve her the small figurine. He explained he felt inspired when you had offhandedly mentioned her fondness for the animal.

Tuk looks between him and figure a few times, then gives him one final once over before nodding her head.

“Hmm. I guess you can stay. [Y/N] likes you, so…And you’re Spider’s dad, and I like big brother Spider.” She smiles up at the aforementioned boy, who ruffles her hair once again affectionately.

“Okay bye I wanna show this to Lo’ak!” And with that she’s sprinted off before any of you can say anything more.

---

It was disheartening to come to the realization that Kiri was avoiding you. She didn’t outright ignore you per say, but she was always too busy or had other pressing matters to attend to; never was she free to sit and talk to you.

You broke down crying one night, alone with Quaritch. Immediately you were pulled into his embrace. His strong arms held you tight as he whispered comforting words into your hair.

You hadn’t noticed Spider just outside. He had come with the intent to eat with you two as usual, but stopped himself when he heard your cries. He listened to the words you spoke, laden with heartache for your sister.

You didn’t hear him leave either.

---

“You’ve gotta talk to her.” Spider finds Kiri inside watching her mother’s video logs.

“I’m sorry, what?” She turns to him alarmed.

“[Y/N]. You have to talk to her.” He pleads.

Kiri shakes her head at him and turns back to the video.

“I don’t have to do anything. Besides, what’s there to even talk about…” her voice travels off at the end, as if she was unsure of her own words.

“Are you being serious right now? Kiri…” He grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around to face him. She’s at his eye level from kneeling in front of the console.

“What do you want from me Spider? You know as well as I do what he’s done in the past. And she does too; but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore…”

“That’s not fair, Kiri—”

“You wanna know what’s NOT fair, Spider?! The fact that I have wake up every day knowing that the man who shot and killed my mother, is alive and well! And not only that, he’s mated to my sister!” There’s tears in her eyes as her voice rises; the frustration of it all bubbling over.

Spider can feel the anger radiating off of her, white hot and unravelling; a crescendo of emotion bottled up for who knows how long. The dam breaks and she sobs, fists clenched tight.

“So now, he gets to play house with my family, [Y/N] gets her Eywa-given mate, and you get your dad back! And what do I get? NOTHING!”

Spider flinches when she screams.

“What happened to ‘us orphans have to stick together’…? Am I going to lose you too…?” Spider’s eyes grow wide at her admission. Her fears laid out before him; she felt as though she was losing her family to Quaritch? Was she blind? He hates that she’s feeling like this, wishing he knew how to make it all go away. But at the same time, he can’t help but feel his own bout of anger and frustration.

“Kiri…You never were an orphan; not really…You know that, right?”

He looks at her with a serious expression. Her lips press into a thin line at his words.

“You had Jake and Neytiri. You literally call them mum and dad. Me? Who did I have? Yea Norm and the others raised me; but no one was really my parent…Norm was more like a big brother. And I’m not blind or stupid Kiri; your folks never considered me part of the family. Only you guys did…”

She knows all too well what her parents think of Spider. Mother was not as subtle as she thought she was. Father at least treated him well, but there was still this disconnection from Spider being human.

As they stared at one another, it became clear to both of them that there was perhaps a lot of hurt left yet to heal.

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Despite the passage of time, you have yet to properly speak with your mother. Words left unspoken causing a rift to form between you two. Small at first, you feel the cracks forming as it has been left to sit and fester. She treats you with the same love and care you have always known, but something has undoubtedly changed. It’s there, behind a lingering gaze, the hesitance of touch, the near imperceivable sharp intake of breath, but with no words that follow.

The tension at dinner time is thick, near palpable. Your brothers try their best to fill the awkward silence with pleasant conversation, driving it as far from the topic of your mate as possible. Kiri obviously says nothing, much to your disappointment. Mother smiles but it does not reach her eyes.

When you eventually muster up the courage to speak with Mo’at, you are surprised; you had expected her to be just as, if not more, against it all as mother. But she is pragmatic, understanding that this providence cannot be ignored. Her unique spiritual bond with Eywa allowed a deeper understanding into the intricacies of the Great Mother’s Will. Though she would not forgive him any time soon, she would at least accept his place among her family and her People; if this was Her Way, the so it must Be. She didn’t have to like it, but she did have to respect it.

You asked her how best to approach your own mother. She tells you that you must speak from the heart, but be open to the idea that Neytiri may never accept things as they are. She is not Tsahik and never will be. Though she has great love for Eywa, this hurt cuts far deeper than you may yet understand. She says that Neytiri perhaps needs to commune with her father’s spirit and seek out his guidance. Perhaps even from Eywa herself.

You nod and thank her for speaking with you. You turn to leave but she stops you with a hand on your shoulder. When you turn back around she pulls you into a warm hug. She tells you everything will be okay; Eywa has deigned it so. That she is sorry you have suffered such hardship, but she knows you are strong and capable, and will get through this one way or another.

You cry shamelessly into her embrace for a long while.

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When next to happen to find yourself alone in the company of your father, you fix him with a question that has been plaguing your mind.

“You know…I’m surprised you’re not as, angry, as mother is about all this.” You watch his face trying to gauge his reaction. His countenance is thoughtful though a scowl does form. He schools his expression quickly.

“Trust me kid; I am.” There is an underlying bitterness in his words that leaves you with an uncomfortable clench in your stomach.

“But…Eywa accepted me and forgave me for my part in the destruction of Home Tree and everything after that. She came to our aid when shit hit the fan, helping us drive back the RDA. She’s done a lot for me and our family. And if what Quaritch says is true, that our Avatar bodies only work because she allows them to? Then I got a helluva lot more to be grateful for. I wouldn’t have Neytiri, Mo’at, your siblings, the clan, or you for that matter.”

Your lips quiver with the strain to not cry. It becomes nigh impossible with the way father is smiling down at you. He places both hands on your shoulders.

“I took a lot from Pandora…But you and your siblings? You guys are the one good thing I put in.” You heart swells and you lose your battle to not cry. When Jake sees your tears he pulls you in, rubbing your back soothingly as you weep.

“No matter how grown up you get, you’ll always be my baby girl…It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You sniffle as you try to calm yourself. You are a little fed up with all the crying you’ve been doing lately.

“How can you be so sure?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Call it a father’s intuition.” This time, you return his smile.

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Tonight finds you in the arms of your husband. The two of you are deep within the forest, somewhere far from High Camp and Bridgehead. You found a secluded perch on which to lay and watch Eywa paint the sky in brilliant starlight. Your snuggled into his side, head resting on his broad chest. You listen to calm rhythmic beating of his heart. It comforts you.

His arm encloses you, pressing you tightly to him. Your hands, fingers entwined, rest atop where his heart is.

“What’s going on through that pretty little head of yours?” His voice draws you in, pulling your lazy gaze from the sky and to his face. There is a warmth in his eyes, a kind curiosity. He brings your hand up and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You loved it when he was soft and gentle. Though you were, of course, eager and willing for his rougher ministrations when the mood struck.

You smile softly and hum in response.

“Hmmm. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You are rewarded with the goofiest smile you’ve ever seen adorn his handsome face. Sometimes it feels as though he could never get used to your declarations of love and affection. You wonder if he was starved of such a thing. The thought baffles you, as your people loved freely and were not ashamed to express such feelings to friends and family.

You don’t dwell on it though; resolving to smother him with everything he may or may not have been denied all his life.

You move yourself off his chest but don’t untangle your hand from his. Instead, you lay on your back and pull him as you do. Miles follows, moving himself above you; caging you in between his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

You stare at him; studying. You take note of every luminous freckle, the strength of his cheek bones, the grooves of his nose, the breadth of his jaw. Your hand moves to his face and cups his cheek. His skin is warm to the touch. Your thumb traces the lines of his lips. He closes his eyes and leans into your hand.

When he looks at you once more with a half-lidden gaze, lovesick and smiling, it stirs something deep within you. The flicker of a flame comes to life, its warmth all encompassing. That look of reverence on his face; you never want to stop. Not in this lifetime or the next.

You resolve to protect that smile by any means necessary.

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The two of you weren’t in your tent this morning, and Neytiri huffs in frustration. After much talks with Jake, communing with Eywa, she had finally decided to try talking with you once more. The next morning of course. But much to her dismay, no one was at the tent when she called. She saw no one inside when she quickly looked inside, but did not linger as it smelt far too much like The Demon.

She cusses under her breath. She knows she’s going to have to get out of the habit of calling him that. Start addressing him by his name.

Unsure of where the two of you might be, she makes her way back to her own dwelling. Jake is there, cleaning one of his guns. He looks up when he hears her familiar footfalls.

“That was quick,” he says, a confused look on his face.

“They weren’t there.”

“Oh. Maybe one of the kids saw em’.”

She nods and sets out to find her other children.

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Alas, it would prove futile; none of the others had seen either of you since the night before, when you had told Spider you and Quaritch were going out to watch the stars.

Speaking of Spider, where was he? If anyone was going to know where you two were, it’d be him.

Neytiri makes her way over to the scientist buildings; if he wasn’t with her children, he more than likely would be here.

She enters the one housing Grace’s Avatar, and finds Norm up and about, not yet in his Avatar. He turns and is surprised to see her of all people, rather than her kids, enter. Still, he is happy to see her all the same.

“Neytiri? Oel ngati kameie! What brings you here?”

“Oel ngati kameie, Norm. Have you seen Spider? Or [Y/N]?” She smiles and greets him with equal enthusiasm. His expression becomes perturbed at the question though.

“No sorry, haven’t seen Spider since…Huh. Actually the day before yesterday? Thought he was staying with [Y/N] and Quaritch.”

Neytiri’s stomach drops at the notion. Has no one really seen either of you three for the passed two days? And no one said anything? What kind of mother was she then, to not notice?? Her mind starts racing, but she takes a deep breath; calming herself before she spiraled out of control. There was no need to overthink; you may have simply been too busy.

“Have you tried asking the other recoms? I’m sure one of them must’ve seen em’ at some point.” She nods at him; it was a good place to continue.

“I have not. Thank you Norm. I shall go see them.”

Briskly she leaves, not another word said; far too eager to find you as soon as possible.

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She eventually finds the three of them conversing with some of the other Avatars. She cares not for their topic of conversation, walking up and interrupting them without a second thought.

“You three.” She addresses them coldly; the others sense the rising tension and quickly make their escape.

“Mrs. Sully! What can we do for you?” The bald one, Lyle if she remembers correctly, asks her.

“My daughter. Have you seen her? What of your, leader, or his son?”

Instead of answering, the three of them simply share a look amongst themselves, before they all look back to her. The uncomfortable feeling is back tenfold. There is something in their gaze, an almost apologetic look in their eyes. She hates it, nor does she understand why they look upon her so.

“What? What is wrong?” She demands, the agitation ever growing.

Mansk clears his throat and steps forward.

“Come with us Mrs. Sully…And bring your husband too.”

Her stomach clenches something awful; her mother’s intuition stings.

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The 5 of them congregate in Mansk’s private dwelling. He gestures for everyone to sit down, get comfortable. Jake too can’t help but notice the sullen looks adorning the others’ faces. Nor his he miss the nervous twitch of his wife’s tail. He grabs her hand and squeezes it reassuring. She looks to him, taking a deep breath as she nods.

Mansk re-emerges from wherever he went, brandishing a tablet in hand. He sits himself in front of everyone, holding the tablet for them to see.

“Here…A message was given to us, to give to you when you came.” He moves his hand and hits play.

Instantly you are on the screen. You are nervously rubbing the back of your neck. Quaritch is sitting next to you; he is leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and fingers loosely threaded in front of him.

“Hello mother, father, precious siblings…” Neytiri squeezes Jake’s hand harder. She does not like how your voice sounds as you speak.

“If you’re seeing this, then you’re all probably wondering where we—I am…” You pause, hand on your heart and you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Neytiri notices then, Spider mulling around in the background. Back and forth he moves, as if in a hurry.

“I don’t know how else to word this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’ve left. WE, have left. Me, Spider, and Miles.” You glance over to Quaritch and smile, grabbing his hand in yours, threading fingers together. Your face returns to that awful tired expression when you look back to the camera.

“I’m sorry I did this without saying goodbye…But this was for the best. If there was even a chance, no matter how small, that any of you would try to stop us…Well, I didn’t want to take that chance. I’m so sorry, I really mean that. For everything…Father? Thank you for taking care of me. I love you, to Earth and back. Please remember to take care of yourself too, not just the family or the clan…

Kids? I know you’re probably gonna hate me for a while, leaving like this and all—but like I said. My mind is made up and I don’t want any of you trying to stop us. I love each and every one of you so much. No one could ask for better siblings. Please be good to each other. And boys? Start actually listening to dad once in a while, yea?”

You pause to wipe a few stray tears. Neytiri is sobbing quietly as she clenches Jake’s hand painfully. She doesn’t see him swallow hard the lump in his throat.

“Mama?” Neytiri sits up straight when you address her directly.

“I don’t think I could every forgive myself for hurting you. I am so sorry, more than words could ever express…You took good care of me, took good care of this family. I am proud to call you my mother, and no matter how far the wind takes me, I will always love you. I hope you can forgive me one day…” You gently place a hand on your stomach.

“I do not want to cause dissent amongst my family, or the clan, any longer…And one day when I start my own family, with the man I love… I don’t want them to feel like they don’t belong. So here we go, somewhere far beyond the horizon, to find a place we can truly call our own…” Your smile is bright and unwavering, even when the tears don’t stop.

“Please keep taking such good care of each other. Promise me you will. Sullys stick together, our family is our fortress, right? Well, these two? They are my family now, they are my fortress, and I will do what I must to keep them safe, happy, accepted...Whether or not the clan or some of you can accept it, know that I love each and every one of you, forever and ever…So until I see you again, May Eywa keep you all safe…Goodbye...”

You wave at the camera before leaning forward to touch something unseen, and the video ends.

Neytiri breaks down then and there. She falls into Jake’s arms, clutching at him desperately. Her wails crack her voice as she calls for you. Jake sheds silent tears as he holds her tight. He fights every instinct in him demanding he grab his ikran and blindly fly after you.

The other recoms sit and silence, heads lowered, as they take in the sight before them.

A mother’s heartache was truly one of the saddest things to bare witness to.

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The Lie of Providence - Chapter 2 - Memories Glazed in Sunlight

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Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: family bonding Author's Note: Slightly longer chapter! Posts still not showing up in tags TwT Oh well, I'll still keep posting in the hopes it fixes itself! Just a reminder this is in fact a slow burn, so I would like to do a bit of world building. Help establish your place amongst the family and clan.

"blue text" is spoken Na'vi. 'Italics' are inner thoughts.

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It is when you reach the age of 12 that you decide these dreams are Eywa’s doing. They visit you in an unpredictable frequency. Whether he is a memory of a man long since passed, or a figment of your imagination given life through dreamscape; you are unsure, but don’t think too much of it. After all they are merely dreams, they cannot hurt you, right?

The man doesn’t say much. More often than not you two didn’t interact at all. If he sees you, he simply huffs in annoyance and ignores you. As such you simply observed him from a distance, hidden behind something or rather, as he performed whatever bizarre Human ritual he felt necessary.

Sometimes you go months without seeing him. But it’s happened often enough now you find your mind drifts to him.

You’re at the Tree of Souls with your grandmother, Mo’at, repeating after her as she leads you through a prayer to Eywa, when a thought suddenly hits you; ‘what if he was a human soul, and the Great Mother claimed him as her own?’ You stop in wonder at the thought. Would such a thing even be possible? Even after everything that they’ve done to your clan, would she still find place for them in Her Embrace? Maybe. There were plenty of Sky People who were good. They respected the All-Mother and all her children.

Spider was one of them – the strange boy that he is. You don’t know of any other human children on Pandora, and you think he must be the first to be born here. He’s only 7, the same age as your younger brother Lo’ak and sister Kiri, but by Eywa is he just as rambunctious. You love seeing him play with them and Neteyam too. Tuk is a bit too young, still a baby that one. But you have no doubt in your mind she’ll enjoy his company just as much.

Out of all your siblings though, you’re sure he’s closest to you. As the eldest, you naturally fell into the role of protector. And as far as you’re concerned, he’s just another part of the family, another little brother to watch over and love.

“[Y/N]?”

Your thoughts are interrupted by your grandmother calling your name. You realise you had stopped praying as your mind started to wonder.

“Yes, grandmother?”

“Tell me child, what is on your mind? You are distracted.” She asks you as she brushes some hair from your face. You smile at the gesture.

“Nothing is the matter, sorry grandmother. I was just thinking of my brothers and sisters.” She hums thoughtfully and pulls her hand back.

“You may go to them then. There will be plenty of time to give thanks to the All-Mother. But your brothers and sister won’t always be so young. Go and enjoy them.” You grin at the declaration and hug her quickly before immediately sprinting to find your little band of siblings. She smiles at the sight of you running carefree through the forest.

You have a pretty good idea where you might find them. There are a few rivers nearby that you all love splashing in. Sometimes Father will join, chasing all of you through the shallows and splashing all of you wildly. You love that game.

You make your way to the first river but do not see your siblings. You do find a few adults fishing though. You recognise one of them as Saeyla, a great warrior and friend to both your parents.

“Ah! Young [Y/N]! What brings you here? Here to help us fish, are you?” She beams a wild smile at you. You see a young initiate beside her. She must be showing him the best places to fish, and when to appropriately use a bow or spear.

“Hello Saeyla! No not right now. I’m looking for my brothers and sisters, have you seen them?” She nods and points to her left. You thank her and run off in that direction, bidding goodbye to everyone.

Once you’re out of earshot the young man chuffs to himself and mumbles,

“She still looks like a freak even after all this time.” Saeyla flicks him right in the forehead.

“Watch your tongue! In case you have forgotten, that is Toruk Makto’s daughter. Our Olo'eyktan’s daughter. Show some respect. It is by Eywa’s will that she is here. Or are you going to question the wisdom of our Great Mother?” She fixes him with a stare, challenging him. He stiffens at her look.

“Sorry Saeyla. I—I didn’t mean—” He stumbles to find the right words but she waves him off with a click of her tongue.

“Let us continue and pretend you said nothing.” He nods at her words.

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Your siblings are exactly where Saeyla said they’d be. All happily splashing in the water; not a care in the world. You smile and sit on a nearby tree root, a bit out of their line of sight. Content to simply watch them. You’re happy to see little Spider here too. You giggle to yourself as you watch him playfully dive atop the pile of Kiri and Lo’ak, Neteyam off to the side pulling on someone’s tail.

As you watch them, you admire the gold of Spider’s locks, not too dissimilar to your own. The play with the threaded gold of your hair idly between fingers, reminiscing on the firs time you had met the boy.

You had begged and pleaded with Father to teach you the language of the Sky People. Reluctant at first, he figured it would probably be in your best interest to learn it in the end, considering there were plenty of Humans and Avatars left behind on Pandora. And to be fair not everyone had learnt the Na’vi language. He figures you being at the young age of 8, it’s probably easier for their language to make a lasting impression than adults learning Na’vi.

He relents and takes you to see Norm, though bi-lingual now himself, he’s not entirely sure how to go about actually teaching you the language. Figured Norm, the science-head that he is, would have an easier time. You like Uncle Norm anyway. He tells you lost of fascinating stories about Sky People and the planet they came from. Especially when Father is reluctant to share. You also find it very funny when he switches to his Sky People body; he’s so short compared to when he’s a Dreamwalker.

So there you are, at Hell’s Gate with your Father. Mother stayed behind in the forest, content to watch over Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri.

Father and Uncle Norm are discussing something, you’re not paying attention to their words. Instead you busy yourself looking at the pretty pictures in a book on a desk nearby. You pay no mind to the idle sounds of the other scientists nearby as the work.

However, your attention is suddenly pulled by the pitter patter sound of hastily running feet and someone yelling “Spider get back here!”

Before you can turn around, something solid collides with your legs, causing you to drop the book as you fall to the floor, the solid thing landing on your legs.

“[Y/N]!” Your father is immediately by your side, gently picking you up as he puts you back on your feet carefully.

“I’m okay Dad,” you assure him. Didn’t even hurt. You look over and find Uncle Norm similarly lifting up someone. The someone that collided with you. It’s a child. A Human child.

“Spider you gotta be careful, you can’t just run into people like that. Now say sorry to [Y/N].” Uncle Norm chastises the child, Spider.

“Sowwy, I ram into yoo.” He says, his pronunciation a little off, but you understood him.

“Oh, I guess this is the first time the two of you have ever seen each other. [Y/N], this is Spider. Spider, this is [Y/N]. She’s my daughter. Say hello, [Y/N].” It is your Father that does the introductions.

“Hello! My name is [Y/N]! It’s nice to meet you Spider!” You beam at him. You didn’t expect him to speak Na’vi. Uncle Norm must be teaching him. You think hard and remember the Sky People greeting Uncle Norm showed you. Ah, right! A handshake! You stick out your hand confidently.

Spider looks at your hand as if unsure what to do. He looks back up to your face with a slight tilt to his head, a questioning look adorns his cute little face.

You giggle at his expression. Instead, you gesture with the traditional Oel ngati kameie hand motion. Spider smiles and copies you, even if the way he swings his arm is a bit off. You admire his hair. It is wild and golden like yours, though yours is a tad lighter.

“I like your hair.”

“Fanks. I like yor eyes. They pretty like strawberries.” You’re not sure what that last thing is. But that sounded like a nice thing so you say thank you.

It is from this tiny interaction that Spider becomes enraptured by you and your family. He’s seen Norm’s avatar, and the ones that walk around Hell’s Gate. But you? You and your father are different. You live in the Forest. And Spider LOVES the forest. He wishes Norm would let him run around outside and explore. “Maybe when you’re older,” he kept telling him.

And so begins months of learning the Sky People language from Uncle Norm and Father, while Spider is taught Na’vi by the two older males in tandem. Every chance you get, the two of you practice with each other. You speak English to him, and he Na’vi to you. It is a fun game.

It’s been about 4 years since then, now you’re both reasonably fluent in either language. Spider though seems much more content to speak Na’vi and that’s fine by you. Your siblings were eventually also taught the Sky People’s language to make communication between Humans, Dreamwalkers and Clan easier.

You continue to quietly watch your siblings play. And yes, you definitely consider Spider a younger brother. You don’t care that he is Human. Why should that matter? After all, your Dad used to be human. And even now, you understand that his body is that of a Dreamwalker.

A gentle breeze carries the laughter of your siblings to you. Their song dances around you, and you close your eyes and smile at the feeling. You could almost feel the Great Mother in the shades of the trees; sheltering you from the harshness of direct sunlight. Though you enjoy the kiss of sunlight as it seeps through the gaps between leaves, leaving warm and soft patterns across your skin.

Deciding you’ve had enough of watching and want to play in the water too, you sit up from your tree spot and make your way over to everyone else.

Spider is the first to notice your approach; thought it surely isn’t hard to miss your alabaster form against the greens of the forest.

“[Y/N]!!!” He yells excitedly and rushes to meet you part way into the water. Everyone else yells your name in greeting and follow him.

“Hello everyone!” You greet back and are soon tackled to the ground by a horde of toddlers. You giggle at their antics. Soon you all resume what ever game it is they were playing, lots of splashes and lots of laughter.

You couldn’t be happier.

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Antigonick by Anne Carson / I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson / Electra by Sophokles / Erica E. Goode

i love it when a piece of media is like: is there anything more painful than knowing your sibling? is there anything more tragic than knowing they are the only person who will ever share the same experience as you? they were the only constant in your life. they were there since birth and now, no matter how they betray you, you will still love them. you will always feel the need to protect them even if you can no longer bring yourself to talk to them. will anyone else be able to understand? will anybody be able to love you and hate you and fear you the same way a sibling loves you and hates you and fears you? no, probably not

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when hanv iyxn and fia were children

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Haqay n omni

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This was supposed to be a file linked to the previous little Undertale Animation I found back. Also, there will not be so much to see so...

Context : Because of [file not found], WingDing has got nightmares all night long sometimes and it's hard for him to get over them. This way, he isolates himself a lot and was mute moat of the time. Arial knows he's a sensible and sensitive little brother so she often tries to communicate while learning sign language and wingdings. And sometimes it works enough so she can help when he needs it.