#i fucking love kiri

[down4denki]

Pantythief!Kirishima consumes my waking thoughts…

Because he’s such a sweet boy. The perfect guy roommate. You feel so safe and protected with your big, strong guard-dog guy friend sleeping next door to you. He’s relatively clean and appreciates every household task you do around the apartment. He’s respectful, never makes you feel uncomfortable when you’re walking around in your little pajamas in the morning sipping your coffee and watering the plants. He doesn’t bring random girls home ever… at first it was odd to you that a pro hero as cute at Eijiro never had one night stands but the more you got to know him you realized it just wasn’t a very him thing to do. He was just so good.

Except for the dirty little habit he’d picked up since you moved in.

You were just so pretty and trusted him so much. So sweet. Your cute little smile. Your soft hands. Your angelic voice. It was too much and as strong of a man as he was, it was too tempting.

He always noticed the cute little panties you’d flit around the house in on early mornings while you sipped your coffee and watered your plants. He knew every pair by heart. He loved the boyshorts most of all. The way they hugged your round ass, perfectly plump and toned… the way they rode up and wedgied between the two perfect fat mounds of your ass made his head fuzzy and his cock twitch in his boxers as he leaned against the counter and watched you bend to water a low plant.

After a long week of patrols and reports, his favorite day of the week finally came around. Wednesday was his day off, and even though he wanted to sleep in more than anything, he was not one to miss opportunity when it was given. You slipped into your morning shower at exactly 6:05, throwing off your oversized tshirt and a pair of lacy red boyshorts and dropping them into the hamper by the door. By 6:34 you are out the door and off to do your morning patrol. And at 6:35 the red lacy panties had found their new spot resting on Kiri’s face while he lay starfished in his bed, cock aching against his gray sweatpants.

He loved Wednesdays because he could take his time. He’d inhale your scent until he was dizzy, sometimes sucking on the slightly damp sticky fabric that had been pressed to your sweet little cunt only minutes prior… like he is right now. Groaning into the fabric. Hands twitching to reach for his rock hard bulge and free it from its confines. Brows furrowed in frustration and need as his spit mixes with the slick left on your panties from the night before… what had you so wet? Had you touched yourself in these? Were you thinking about someone? Was it him? He likes to imagine it was… your sweet little fingers slipping over that sensitive little nub, your other hand clamped over your mouth so your roomy doesn’t hear the lewd noises that threaten to spew from your lips…

His hips begin to buck into the air as he imagines you sitting on his face- his tongue delving deep into your needy, dripping cunt while he laps up your juices. He imagines how tight you’d clench around his fat digits as he stretches you and preps you for his ungodly-large cock- so big he’s sure your eyes would go wide if you ever finally asked for it. He imagines you begging for it. Begging for him to split you open.

He whines into the fabric now, unable to wait any longer as he frees himself from his sweatpants, cock rock hard and too heavy to stay upright and instead slaps his lower abs with a heavy thud as it springs free. He takes it in his hand, circling and swirling the tip with his finger like he imagines you’d do with your cute little tongue. He whimpers at the thought; a nasally, breathy sound as he imagines your eyes looking up at him as you taste him for the first time. You’re so fucking pretty like this, he thinks to himself.

His hand glides down his shaft, squeezing tight while his other hand massages his big, heavy balls. His breath becomes ragged as he strokes himself, replaying the sound of your voice over and over in his head. What had you talked about in your sleepy voice this morning while he poured your coffee? The trill of your laugh when the two of you laid on the couch late last night and watched crappy horror movies… fuck. He’s not going to last long…

It’s so good he can almost hear you calling his name right now… like an angel. His hand moves faster, taking the fabric from his face and fisting his cock vigorously now. He imagines the look of surprise on your face if he’d take you from behind while you bend to water a plant, just slipping his cock in and pulling your panties to the side. The feeling of your manicured nails digging into his forearms as you steady yourself and clench around his cock. The squelching sound your pussy would make as he fucked you relentlessly, all of this built up tension finally coming to fruition. And you’d want it too. You’d want him. Your pretty little pussy fluttering as it strains to take him but sucking him on all the same.

“Eijiro? You oka-….” You stop mid sentence as your eyes fall upon the sweaty, flushed giant of a man pumping his cock laid on his bed. His tip an angry red, veins bulging… your eyes go wide when you see how long and girthy he is. Could I even fit all that? You think to yourself, as his eyes open, a new deep shade of red flushes his cheeks. He takes in your shocked face… it’s exactly like he’d imagined it.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just had a shoot this morning down the street… I told you that this morn-… are those my panties?” You say, going from embarrassed to confused.

Kirishima doesn’t say a word, his hand stilled on his cock as he looks up at you in disbelief. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He’s sure you’ll move out now. Maybe even get a restraining order…

“Kiri… you’re such a sweet little perv… you been stealing my panties like that this whole time?” You coo, taking a step into the room and his heart pounds so hard he might die. You notice the spit and slick coating his lips and chin, the wet spot on the red lace lingerie wrapped around his dick… “You wanna taste me, Eiji? I’ve been soaking through these ones since I saw you in those gray sweats this morning…”

#andthenhediesandgoestoheaven #yourpussyissotightyouhavehimwhimpering #hes drooling and babbling #fucking into you like he’s never fucked before #we also love virgin Kiri #all Kiri’s matter #i need him biblically #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima eijiro x reader

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Keep scrolling if you blame Spider

Spider, who is literally still a child by human standards.

Spider, who never gave away Jake's or the Omatikaya's location.

Spider, who cares about the Sullys' safety over his own.

Spider, who didn't want any blood on his hands or a guilty conscience if he left someone to die.

Spider, who just didn't want anyone else to get hurt.

Spider, who never betrayed the Na'vi (unlike Jake but hey, who's counting that, right?)

Spider, who had to fend for himself to survive the toughest events because he didn't have an adult who would tear the world apart for him like the Sully children do.

Spider, who loves Pandora and Eywa.

Spider, who just wanted to be one of Her children because he never knew what it was like for a mother to love him.

Spider, who probably understands Eywa's whole "balance of life" meaning more than others.

Spider, who already lost Neteyam but he couldn't afford to lose anyone else in his life, no matter how terrible they are as a person.

Spider, who helped Jake save Kiri and Tuk when everyone else was still too shocked to move.

Spider, who chose mercy over violence/death.

Spider, who did what he could to survive (I'd like to see how YOU would react under such pressure. It all seems obvious and easy watching from the other side of the screen, right?)

Spider, who was likely being misled, brainwashed, and gaslit by the Recoms.

Spider, who is clearly a victim but hey, let's blame him for simply being a decent human being, right?

Spider, who likely thought he owed Quaritch after he saved him from being tortured.

Spider, who likely thought he owed Quaritch for giving him life.

Spider, who just wanted a father who was proud of him.

Spider, who has been clearly neglected by the heroes (Jake and Neytiri) but doesn't openly or verbally blame them.

Spider, who doesn't purposely threaten children's lives like Quaritch and Neytiri do.

Spider, who just wanted to be one of the People.

Spider, who wouldn't have made those difficult choices had he been properly loved and raised.

Spider, who is as easy to blame as Lo'ak for endangering the people they love (but again, no one's counting, right?)

Spider, who is clearly not a villain, just misunderstood.

Spider, who wasn't raised by the village but didn't burn it down to feel its warmth because he's not petty, not vindictive, not evil, and not a killer.

Spider, who is. A. Child.

#i am sick of seeing the exact same comments on tiktok #sick and tired of always see “its spiders fault” #like what??? #no one blames jake for betraying the na'vi but think what he did was better than what spider did #thats fucking crazy #ppl holding the labeled heroes up on a pedestal but forget that spider was literally the one who sunk that ship #ppl praising jake and neytiri for the same things they blame spider for #i hope no one is out there bullying jack champion for portraying a fictional character they simply dont like cause “its his fault” #and yes i understand neytiri went through a lot of trauma and pain #that doesnt excuse harming a child to harm his father #neytiri deserves love and support but so does spider #everyone who says otherwise is a hypocrite #neytiri didnt need to have to stoop to quaritch's level and hurt a child but she did #i hope at least kiri holds her accountable in the future because i would resent my mom for hurting someone i loved #spider avatar #atwow spider #spider soccoro #miles spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar 2009 #avatar #james cameron avatar #james cameron #miles quaritch #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #jake sully #neytiri sully #no one blames lo'ak for getting his siblings captured BOTH times but ppl will blame spider for letting his father live is crazy

[bakubunny]

ok but… sweet pro!eijiro who turns ten shades of red when you walk up to him and run a hand up his massive arm to his shoulder or hug him from behind and say, “hey, big boy,” with a grin and a kiss on the cheek.

#like big confident eiji just falling to pieces and not knowing how to handle himself #and ur not even trying to fluster him it just works the first time so you keep doing it even though it’s so cringy #eta: ok but say you do that ONCE in front of the bakusquad quietly and they never let him live those red cheeks and wide eyes down #next thing u kno ur ass is getting handed to u when he fucks u later that night #aaahhhkskdfkkg #i love it so muchhh #it’s so cute #aged up characters #kiri kiri kiri #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x reader #x reader #bakubunny

[dirtytransmasc]

concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

#listen #I love them both so much #I just wanna give them both kisses on the head and a warm blanket and some peace and fucking quiet #Tuk too. my baby girl. oml #and I love putting them in Situations that test all of the patience and sanity that remains with them #its Fun ☺️ #(for me at least) #(they probably wouldn't agree) #forget about kiri for a moment. I love her. but I need her to play with her fishies (lovingly) and not interupt my favorite disaster duo #(trio if you count Tuk) #also. um. either Q's dead dead or be woke up from his little nap and dragged himself out of the boat. cause spidey ain't getting the chance #to find his ass in this situation. he's a bit busy being in a situation with the women who just tried to kill him. #😁👍 #idc if this ooc. I'm living my best delulu life. I haven't slept in days and these scenario is haunting my every thought. #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #neytiri #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #neytiri sully #tuk #tuk tuk #tuktirey #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #atwow

[hcdragonwrites]

Cozy (a @jttw-monkeybusiness Drabble )

So I made another one- this one was inspired by this ask (I suck at Hyperlinks I’m so sorry)

It rolled a bit in my brain and kept begging to be fleshed out, so I decided to give it life ! Enjoy!

Snow

Snow fell in white flurries, chasing away the blossoms and birds that had been sitting in the trees just moments before. The storm was in a full frenzy now, peeling petals from overeager trees who had budded too soon, and throwing the birds from the sky. The wind whipped up the cold powder to spray back in the face of the pilgrims as they continued on their journey. They had left the warm subtropical forest only hours ago, where Sophie had rolled her sleeves up to relieve some of the excess heat. Now however, she was shivering.

None of the group, save for Wukong, was truly equipped for the snow and cold. Pigsys ears were turning purple from the temperature as he tried, and failed, to hide from the worst of it behind Sandy. Sandy silently continued on, carving a path for Sophie (who trailed farther behind) to walk through. The snow was already deep, coming to her knees as they continued to follow the tiny path up the mountain. Black rock jutted upward and outward like broken teeth into the white air. Horse and Monk both were struggling ahead, Yulongs sides shivering in the wet as the snow melted on his fur. Tripitaka called Wukong over, asking him to scout ahead to look for a place they could shelter for the duration of this storm. Sophie could see there heads bent together as Master and pupil discussed. Wukong, for once, didn’t reply with a snort or a quick jab at how Trip should be lucky for him to be his disciple. Instead he had somersaulted off, gone in a flash of fur and tiger stripes, into the air.

“Would be nice if I could just somersault out of here.” Sophie muttered.

A freak blizzard had not been on the list of things Sophie was ready for. She had faced shape-changing demons, women that turned to great tigers to devour Tripitaka, mountain gods throwing stones down into their path and the like. Sophie was prepared for any person or creature - or at least- expecting it. The weather however? She was severely underprepared for. She had the travel clothes she had bought with the coin purse she’d been given. They were meant for light rain and mild heat. Not for a snowstorm. Sophies hair was getting wet and the cold was starting to chill her ears from where it melted.

“It’s so cold…” she muttered. She kept following Sandys footpath, thankful for the giant of a river demon and his slow shuffling walk. If he was walking normally he would have left her far behind in the snow.

Her foot hit a rock and slipped, sending her flailing into a rapidly growing snowbank. “F-f-f-freezing! AH!” Snow had gone down her shirt, sending a chill up her spine. Faster than a wildcat she had hopped from the bank, shaking herself.

“Hate snow hate snow hate snow—“ she chanted her mantra as she slapped off the powder, trying to prevent it from melting and wetting her clothes. Wet clothes would only spell disaster. Sophie could recall all the cold born illnesses from one special National Geographic did on Everest and the extreme exposure the hikers faced there: pneumonia, Trench foot, frostbite, hypothermia, flu, Chilblains, bronchitis —

Her foot slipped again as her mind was listing all the things that could happen. Sophie would have been in the snowbank a second time except something caught her by the midriff and hauled her up.

“Stupid women stay on your feet!” Wukong snarled in her ear, setting her down. Sophie nodded, teeth chattering and nose turning red as the cold began to chap it. “Of all the people here I thought at least you had the common sense to be aware of ice!”

From up ahead came the faint cry and heavy fall as Pigsys fell face first in the snow. Sandy had to quickly turn to hid a chuckle as the drenched demon began wilding swinging his rake around in rage.

“S-s-sorry.” She mumbled, shoving her hands beneath her armpits. “Slipped.”

“What’s wrong with your speech? You sound like a squirrel.” Wukong cocked his head, an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes when Sophie didn’t banter back irritated she wasn’t snapping back at him. That agitation grew when he felt something like worry begin to itch his pelt. Of the pilgrims, the two mortals were in his charge of care and were the most delicate. While Wukong could fight off monsters and Demons and wicked minded mortals he could not fight a storm. Well- he could if he really wanted to find the celestial body responsible for its creation. But that would take time- and time was not on his side on this.

Tripitaka had put on a brave face when he had asked the Monkey King to find shelter. That didn’t mean Wukong had not noticed how his Masters hands had turned red at the growing cold, how his body shivered and his nose sniffed. Wukong would have teased, poked and prodded at his master- it was his nature to rile and cause mischief. But when he had seen the half awake expression on the mortal man’s face, Wukong had bit his tongue (with great effort) and had instead nodded.

Seeing Sophie in a similar state made the itch beneath his pelt grow worse as fire ants had begun to bite his skin.

“Damn it.” He cursed beneath his breath. He snatched her arm, avoiding her hand, and started dragging her behind him. “Come on just a bit farther you softie. I found a cave up ahead where we can get out of the worst of it. You mortals are ABSOLUTELY worthless when it comes to weather —“

Sophie was only half listening to Wukongs ranting. She allowed herself to be dragged up the mountain pass, trusting the Monkey King to find a better route than her own dimming senses. The cold was like a blanket she wanted to escape out of. Or escape into? She couldn’t remember clearly. If she closed her eyes… she was so tired. The snow looked inviting, comforting. Like the best downy comforter. Like the fluffiest pillow.

Maybe I just … need to lay … down in the comfort. Just close my eyes for a few minutes.

They had been walking for hours before the storm blew in. Her feet hurt, her hands shook and it was so cold. Cold. She just wanted to sleep.

“SOPHIE LOOK AT ME!” Wukong yanked her and she was rattled enough to open her eyes wider in surprise. Sun Wukong was right in her face, leaning so close she could see every line of his facial markings in detail. His breath came from between his teeth like some dragons as he glared.

“Ye-es?!”

“Stay awake- we're almost there. If you fall asleep while I’m dragging your ass up the mountain I will bite your pretty nose clean off!” The demonic monkey spat, then, half carried, half dragged Sophie the rest of the way. Leaning against his back Sophie sighed. Through the clothing she could feel it- like desert sand warmed by the sun. Delicious heat. Sophie - who wouldn’t in normal circumstances have cuddled so close- practically melted against the warmth. What else could she do? Wukong was dragging her up the mountain- practically carrying her. She could see the bend in the mountain pass- a steep cliff where the road cut itself around and hugged the mountain as a snake would do climbing along a vine. Almost there.

“How come you get to be so warm?” She grumbled, not realizing she had said it aloud. Wukong had heard however, and his face became a storm cloud as his heart took a shuddering beat.

“Maybe grow some fur or ask for the Buddha to make you some furry creature. Bet he would too.” Wukong grumbled back.

Stupid fucking women.

They reached the curve in the mountain where Pigsy and Sandy- mostly Sandy since the pig demon kept complaining about how cold his snout was- were setting up three tents. The tents were simple, the leather treated against wet weather and solid. All pigsy had to do was drive the stakes into the stone which, it seemed, he was failing at.

“It’s so damn cold!” Pigsy snorted angrily stamping his hands together, having missed the spike for the third time. “Blasted Heaven and whoever ordered a storm now of all times! Don’t they know who’s crossing these mountains?”

“Less talking more working.” Sandy angrily chided. He had finished setting up the second tent all on his own. When Pigsy went to open his mouth to make another comment and the usually peaceful Sandy shoved him across the shallow cave to the last tent and the one closest to the entrance.

As Wukong walked past, Pigsy lifted an eyebrow at the strange sight. The Monkey King could see the pig beginning to lift a lip in a smirk only to stop when he noticed Sophie’s shivering.

“What did you do?” Those were the last words Wukong expected to come out of his fellow brothers mouth.

“WHAT DID I DO?!” He bared his teeth, fangs on display. He didn’t have time for Pigsy or for his own feelings to confuse him. He knew Sophie was practically clinging to his back like the newborn monkeys did to their mothers back on Flower Fruit Mountain. He was very aware of it. The last thing he needed was for this thick pink idiot to start shit with him.

“I DIDNT DO SHIT YOU THICK HEADED BOAR.” He spat, continuing past. “THIS IDIOT STARTED FALLING ASLEEP IN THE FUCKING STORM. NOW SHUT UP AND GET THE OTHER TENT SET UP.”

Wukong left Pigsy behind, angrily chattering to himself and feeling embarrassed all the while. He couldn’t let that thick womanizing boar know any of Wukongs feelings. If he did, the damn brute would only press his nose to it and route deeper. The sooner he got Sophie off his back the better. Even though he didn’t entirely want that.

He reached the back corner of the cave, setting Sophie down. She huffed, letting go with some reluctance to his warm back. The Monkey King knelt, leaning in. Sophie’s shivering was less. Good.

“I’ll be back- I have to make sure the pink ham doesn’t fuck up the last tent. Once I’ve tended Yulong and seen to my masters comforts I’ll be back to check on you.”

Sophie pulled her knees to her chest. She was still so cold. She wanted nothing more then to curl up and sleep- to find something warm and hold onto it. She heard Wukong from far off - but she nodded.

“S-S-sure… just gonna fall .. asleep.”

“Don’t fall asleep you idiot.” He snapped.

“Why not?” Sophie groaned. She was tired

“Remember. You are in wet clothes. Wake up just to remember - Think. Use that reading brain of yours.” He flicked her between the eyes. That woke Sophie up enough as the pain cleared her head.

“Ow, what the hell Wukong?!” Sophie felt like she had come out of a daze. Her fingers started rubbing at the pain. It wasn’t terrible but … she felt like a child be scolded. Sophie glared up into the smug monkey face.

“Awake? Good. Now fucking listen before you nod off again.” Wukong smirked just a bit. The itching beneath his fur had eased just enough upon seeing her get mad. He spoke slowly, for her sake but also to press in how much he enjoyed giving her orders- and being right about them. “Your clothes are wet. You can’t sleep in them. Change to new ones. In fact, bundle up as much as you can. I’ll be back to check on you.”

Wukong stood up, then turned back around to flick her on the forehead again.

“Ow! I’m up, I'm up!” Sophie rubbed at the space between her brows.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes yes …” she uncurled herself and stood as well, looking down at the Monkey King. “Get out of wet clothes and get new ones. Bundle up. That really hurt you know.”

“If you are still in wet fucking clothes, I’ll do a lot worse then just smack you between the eyes.” And then he was away, already cussing Pigsy out who had, somehow, managed to rip the tent.

It was a only about twenty minutes later but Sophie had managed not to fall asleep. She had gotten into the tent and had peeled the worst of the wet clothes off. Her poor shoes were the worst for wear- the socks and the soles were soaked. She would have to wear her spare shoes tomorrow and let these ones dry. Sophie had set the wet clothes to the farthest side of the tent. She was now dressed in a pair of gray sweats, a long sleeve and her hoodie of bright orange with clementines decorating the front. She felt much warmer and absolutely exhausted. Her fingers were red where the cold had gotten them, her lips felt chapped from the dry air, and her body just kept shivering.

Sophie had retreated almost completely into the hoodie- only her face was viewable.

The tent flap lifted and Wukong stepped in, a bowl of some sort of wild berries and cold rice in one hand. He took one look at her huddled there on her sleeping mat and snorted.

“You look like some orange orangutan.”

“Hahah very funny. See how you like the cold when you don’t have fur.” She shot back. Wukong offered the bowl to her and she took it, digging into it with gusto.

“How’s Trip?” She asked between bites.

“Alive.” Wukong leaned back, putting his arms beneath his head as he stared up at the tent ceiling. “You two would have frozen if not for me- you were both starting to look pinker than yangmei fruit.”

“Thank you.” Sophie said.

“Mm? What are you thankful for ?”

Oh he was gonna ask her for all of it then? Sophie looked at him. Wukong had propped himself up enough to stare at her, waiting.

“Thank you for the food.” She lifted the now empty bowl- she had been famished - to him. “Thank you for finding a spot to rest. And … thanks for dragging me out of the snow.”

“You almost died I hope you know that.” He smirked, laying back down, eyes closing. She followed suit, too tired to sit up anymore or even bicker back with him.

“Yeah I did …” Sophie yawned. Usually she wouldn’t admit so readily to Wukong just how certain situations had made her dependent upon him. He was always, in some way or other, saving the lot of them. When Tripitaka was snatched up by some Goblins belonging to some chieftain of a nearby mountain, when Pigsy had boasted that they didn’t need Wukong and then (almost immediately) failed to find food when Wukong was sent away. He had stopped the dragon horse from foundering and taken to the care of his hooves and coat many a time. The Monkey King had seen to restoring the missing supplies from Sophie pack when a group of mischievous raccoon spirits had taken it. Wukong had even replaced Sandy’s teakettle when it was smashed in battle (Sophie was pretty sure he had stolen it).

He may act aloof and pompous but deep down, this big old brute cared for them. Even Pigsy.

Sophie felt her eyes grow heavy as Wukong kept talking about how she had stumbled in the snow like some “dumb struck fawn” until he came to help her.

As she relaxed to the sound of his voice rumbling on and on, it almost felt … cozy. Yes Wukong may like to slide the occasional wriggly salamander into her water skin, he may thumb through her things like they were his, he may call her idiot, stupid women, and softie. But. There was no real malice behind his actions.

He was also kind of … warm. She scooted closer, half listening to the Monkey ramble on about the idiocy of mortals and the greatness of beings such as him. He was rambling on about his natural prowess over mortals and how he had mastered the arts of immortality and Tripitaka couldn’t even master warding off a cold. Sophie fell asleep before he could get to the part about her looking like a slack jawed idiot in the snow.

Wukong was only a quarter way through his regaling of the story of how he had saved everyone this day when he felt hands wrap around his chest.

His heart nearly flew into his throat as he stopped dead in his speech. His mouth was open, voice cut off halfway through his speech. Sophie curled into his side, face buried in the crook of his neck and so close to his ear he could feel her breathing against its shell.

Electricity shot threw him, fur standing on end as if he had been in a thunderstorm.

He was suddenly very aware of many things. Of Sophie’s hands that had escaped that ridiculous orange sweatshirt and were now burrowed into his fur. One arm was across his chest. The second one was now, somehow beneath his head and tugging on his shoulder. Sophie’s face rested on his arm and in the curve of his neck, her face rubbing back and forth like a cat. As if … she was enjoying the feel of it.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Sophie moved just a bit, mumbling in his ear and Wukong felt his tail lash like it had just been bit. She didn’t say anything coherent but — the proximity alone—

Fucking Hell and all its Judges.

Sophie was … cuddling him.

She was practically twined around him.

And she smelled fantastic. Her scent always changed- sometimes it held a hint of lemons and the sweetness of grass, other times it floated like rain clouds and smelled of stones. But all of it together had a larger perfume beneath it. It was just her. Yes there were moments when her scent changed just enough that he felt like he was adding new spices onto his favorite dish. The essence of it, however, was just Sophie.

And now that cloud was all around him, filling his nose.

He looked at her, turning his head just a fraction to see.

Big mistake.

She was asleep, passed out completely. She looked so … fragile asleep. The dark circles beneath her eyes spoke of how she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her nose was stupidly pink like a Red Pika in her pale face. The cold must have chapped it. His eyes darted to her lips …

Mistake number two.

Wukong looked away, feeling his face flame. Fuck. Shit. He was stuck in a predicament now. He hadn’t meant to chat away about himself for so long that Sophie would fall asleep. Wukong was at war with himself. On one hand, he needed to get out of here. To leave before Pigsy and the others found out- before Sophie found out.

He couldn’t let anyone be that close to him- couldn’t let anyone be as close as Sophie was right now. It was a liability to his pride, to his reputation—

To his heart. Because if she rejected him it would ruin the friendship they had. And the feeling he had building in his chest- he would crush it in his fist before he let it jeopardize that peace between them.

I have to leave —

Wukong tried to move-

Only to feel Sophie’s fingers tug in his fur and her sleepy voice grumble “m’no don’t go.”

Jade Emperor flay me and boil me alive again.

In all the hundreds of years of living, Wukong had only felt trapped like this but once before. The first time he had lost his wager to the Buddha, having been unable to somersault out of his hand. The second time? He was trapped because he allowed it. He was trapped in a way no one in Heaven could have predicted- or had thought to do. Wukong had been placed in vats to be boiled, had wormed and tricked his way out of every trap and net that had attempted to keep his mischief managed. It had taken Buddha and his wager to finally end Wukongs terrorization of Heaven.

Wukong couldn’t move now. He was tethered here by frail fingers and the steady beat of a mortal's heart.

He could hear her heartbeat, feel it against his side. It was steady, soft. Like the steady roar of Water-Curtain Cave. Like the wind through the trees of the orchards on his mountain.

She was mortal. One day that steady beat would stop as all mortal hearts did.

That set his tail to lashing just a bit.

Hasn't she been afraid of dying? Of growing old? He remembered hearing a conversation late at night- when Tripataka and Sophie had those rare mortal conversations where he was explicitly not allowed to sit in on. He hadn’t known why it was such a secret conversation. So of course, since it wasn’t an order, Wukong had pulled a hair from his tail and made a doppel and floated somewhere nearby but out of sight to eavesdrop. The Monk and Reader had been chatting about death, about Sophie’s future.

Well her fears were unfounded. Doesn’t she know I would take care of her? Sophie shifted a bit closer as a gust of wind slipped beneath the tent flat he had left unsecured. Damn it all. Wukong carefully, o so carefully, shifted himself. He slid his body so he was now lying on his side, setting Sophie’s head beneath his chin. It was all the invitation Sophie needed to cuddle closer and escape from the wind.

“You stupid women.” He angrily whispered into her hair. He wouldn’t let her die. He would just fix that. He would fix a lot of her problems. She just had to tell him. He was Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He knew of a hundred different ways to achieve immortality. He could fix them all. Like her problem right now of being cold.

He was too tense to relax fully- too aware- but he grew just a fraction larger. His size now dwarfed Sophie’s a good bit and gave her a bit more to tangle into. And she did. Sophie curled her knees up, shivering slowing. Wukong waited. Watching. When finally the shivering had ceased he allowed just a fraction of tension to slide off of him. This stupid softie is gonna make me soft. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it would have months ago.

Maybe he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight but…

He could make her life Hell in the morning. It was something that she owed him on. His face was screwed furiously into a scowl because all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment but if he did- if he really truly did- he didn’t know if he would be able to stop.

She was most assuredly going to be bombarded tomorrow with the most annoying and snappish teasing and toying a King of Monkeys and tricks could give.

Sophie woke with a start as something cold and wet slapped her in the face. She panicked as any person would.

“GaH! DEMON!” She cried, grabbing at her face and throwing it aside. It was a wet rag.

“Relax.” Wukongs voice laughed at her. “Unless cloth can become possessed and has gained a hunger for red nosed mortal flesh, you're fine.”

He was at the tent flap, grinning ear to ear in a grin that promised problems. Really so early in the morning and he already wants to play games ?

“You could have woken me up in a number of other ways- why did you pick that?” Sophie rubbed at her face, feeling … huh. She didn’t feel as sore as she usually felt. When Sophie woke up there was almost a constant crick of pain in her neck from whatever odd angle she had slept in on the ground.

Maybe I had been so tired my body just finally didn’t care.

He shrugged. “You stink. Next place we stop at you better demand a bath of some sort or other.”

“Thanks….” She grumbled, letting the sarcasm drip off her words. She took the cloth up, rubbing the sleep out of her face and the worst of the dirt off her face and arms. She would kill for a warm bath, one that would wake up her bones and chase the last of the cold from her body. Once clean, she checked her wet clothes, bundling them away in a separate part of her pack to avoid them dampening the rest of her stuff. Then she stepped out of the tent, smelling the fire and the promise of breakfast being made.

Only for her feet to slip right from beneath her as a monkey foot stuck out and caught her ankle.

“WUKONG!”

He laughed, face full of malicious mischief as Sophie gathered herself up to chase after the errant Monkey. To do what, she didn’t know. He was a mystical demonic creature born of stone and she just a mortal women. As the morning light cut into the cave and Tripitaka had to order his disciple to calm down after he once again tripped her and she almost went sprawling into rocks, the pilgrims ate breakfast. They broke down their tents. And they were once again on the road.

None were the wiser of Wukongs happier mood. He hid it beneath a storm of frowns and a game of teasing torture as he became partically insufferable to Sophie. The threat of the hoop tightening spell was the only true damper to his mood when Tripataka heard Sophie scream as snow was dropped down the back of her shirt.

As the sun rose higher and the word was cast in a frosty flash of refracted gold, Wukong made a decision. He would solve Sophie problem of growing old. It was easy. And if Buddha couldn’t send her back…

Well she was a great sport for pestering and heckling. The least he could do as a benevolent King is give the poor women a roof over her head.

Maybe a few dresses down the line...

Girls liked dresses right?

“Hey Reader!” He called.

“What?”

“Dresses or suits ? What did you wear in that fake time long after this one ? Or whatever fake dimension you fell out of. What did you prefer ?”

And thus began the long hour debate that somehow pulled every one of them: Pigsy, Sandy and Tripitaka, into what was a heated discussion on the best attire for the best occasions.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #I DID ANOTHER ONE #thank you little anon for mentioning a cold snuggle scenario #I love when there’s cuddles even if one party doesn’t know or remember and the other is both ecstatic and pissed the fuck off about it #I Hope i wrote them well #the formatting took me longer then I thought #for jttw monkeybuisness #Sophie #Sophie and Wukong #sun wukong x reader #jttw sun wukong #jttw reader #jttw fanfic #I gave Sophie an orange hoodie because she already has a ‘magical’ peach kawaii cup. #make all her things fruit related #just writing the scene where Wukong walks back into the tent and has to pause because Sophie had turned into an orange made me laugh #I Hope i got your boy down Kiri! #thank you again for letting me write for you #this was a welcome break from my 30 page spree #I listened to two songs - the first part was #with Tourner Dans Le Vide #the second part where they are in the tent was with Of Monsters and Men ‘Love’ #it helps to have a song hook you into writing because then you can follow the feeling of it and stay focused #I mean- songs are like a tempo to keep pace with. #sun wukong #jttw au #I did look up all the snow born illnesses to be a bit accurate. #also that falling asleep bit in the snow ? yeah that almost happened to me as a kid. it only took ten minutes - be wary of snow and cold #hcfanfics

[procrastinationaccount]

Harrow and heat

"She hadn't come on purpose; the scrap of black meat had asked for it - the chain of a kiss: the ice that burnt the flesh of the mouth that had stuck to the mouth that was frozen." (NtN, 472)

"Within the incinerator, [Pyrrha] looked at you ... There was no bloom of necromantic powers, nor move to save [her]self: the third saint to serve the King Undying stared at you with something very like helplessness, lying there with [her] heart exploded, a man before the flame ... It was the first time, as a Lyctor, exploding such tonnage of bone into an incinerator's flame, that you looked upon the limit of your power: and that limit still stretched so far out into the goddamn distance that it was out of your sight." (HtN, 289-290)

"The sky was the ceiling, and the ceiling was a decrepit room in Canaan House, veiled with the hot white breath from her own throat. When the world finally landed its long wound-up sucker punch, a tangled howl came out of her throat, and she was shocked that she was able to make such a noise. Memory hit Harrowhark Nonagesimus with the inexorable gravity of a satellite sucked from orbit, flinging itself to die on the surface of its bounded planet; the world hit her like a fall ... she was not shocked, after all. She was consumed. She was the kindling for the arson taking place in her heart, her brain dry wedding for the flames, her soul so much incandescent gas." (HtN, 3879-380)

"Harrow floundered, not toward the shore, but to the island in the centre - to the black mausoleum of glass and ice ... She hauled herself to shore and lay there, skin crawling, frozen half-solid, shivering and numb in that strange heat predating hypothermic death. And yet Harrow felt no pain; she felt nothing, in fact, but a welcome sense of homecoming - the strange, tiny, pleased familiarity of finding an old book once beloved, or some other antique of childhood ... The ice felt kind and warm; the stone gave as though it were cotton. Harrow lay where the Body had lain, perfectly at her ease, perfectly comfortable" (HtN, 503 - 504)

#in chronological order of when things happened as far as I know #God I love these fucking books #harrow the ninth my beloved #What am I trying to say? Idk something something ice lolly bimbo #I just think any repeated imagery is neat #In the scene where she remembers Gideon there's even a (I assume intentional) callback to the conversation-falling-down-the-stairs gag #+ Harrow's 'soft heavy tiredness ... of a long day on the job without without rest or break' #+ Kiri 'looked like she had gone to sleep with her shoes on after a long tiring day: her face had that half-past-a-dream expression' #SfdhsgzhahHahagshdgxhxjsgjshshshsgsghddhdgjsg

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

We need to talk about the most important thing yet, what their favorite Junk food? And I mean the family...

For this ask, we gotta head back into the modern Jake Sully wheelchair au.

Jake and Neytiri are health freaks.

I've said before, they like to do all sorts of things. Before they had children they were spontaneous backpackers and thrill seekers, attempting to do the most all the time. It was like all about proving to everyone (and also Jake) that he could still do anything anyone else could, but also about Neytiri getting out and seeing the world instead of being stuck at home.

That being said, Jake can really fuck up a bag of cape cod potato chips. Not as unhealthy as other junk food, and so classic American.

Neytiri is one of those bastards that gets raisins as a treat for the movies. Nature's candy and all that. She has a weakness for chocolate though, specifically those lindor ones with the soft insides. She'll only ever have like one or two, and one time Jake bought her chocolate covered raisins and almonds and it was over. If those are in the house she will sniff them out like a bloodhound.

Neteyam likes takis, because he is cultured and has taste.

Kiri is also a chocolate covered almonds person, but she also really likes hot cheetos.

Lo'ak threw up in the car once after eating a fuck ton of hot cheetos, and now he can't even look at them without getting nauseous. It's half the reason Kiri likes hot cheetos. In retaliation, he likes those absolutely disgusting beef jerky sticks, because Kiri is a vegetarian and the smell makes her loose her hot cheeto appetite.

Spider is regular and doesn't base his favorites around the hatred of his siblings. He just also likes takis, but has to compete with Neteyam subtly by only eating the blue heat ones. Neteyam is weak for liking the regular ones better.

Tuk likes almost all junk food, but she is particularly fond of marshmallows burnt to an almost inedible crisp. Lo'ak makes them best.

Mo'at and Sylwanin think Neytiri is not fully appreciating the fun that is junk food. This is a battle Sylwanin fights daily, as Tsu'tey is also a raisin man. He and Neytiri could hold seminars on the destructive junk food industry. That being said, he prefers a dried mango strip to raisins any day. Dried apricots? He goes crazy. His guilty pleasure is definitely the occasional sugary cocktail though. Jake, Tsu'tey, and Eytukan could DEMOLISH some boxed wine, they could get absolutely smashed on only Sex on the Beaches. Margaritas, Dirty Shirleys, Sangria, any super colorful ladies drink: that is their shit. If it has little squares of fruit and a tiny umbrella in it, the night is going sideways.

Mo'at is partial to those little chocolate nut clusters, you know the ones. Those really delicious ones. She also is one of those grandmas with bowls full of candy all over the house, and is constantly popping tictacs.

Sylwanin (who prefers a strong whiskey, or maybe a shot of fireball, to a sugary cocktail) enjoys sour patch kids. She is more of a sour person than a sweet one. Jake has said this before, and she tipped him from his chair into the pool. Neytiri didn't speak to her for the rest of the day because he could've not been ready and been hurt, but Jake laughed so hard pool water came out his nose.

Eytukan likes those little chocolate peppermint candies, the Andes ones. He has the best taste of all, I'm telling you.

#fucking love andes peppermint candies #i looove mint and chocolate #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #neteyam sully #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #tuktirey sully #mo'at #sylwanin #tsu'tey #eytukan #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #modern au (wheelchair jake! edition) #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we're mindmelding get in

[fantasykiri5]

Barely I’ve halfway through season one of fantasy high as of queueing this and I’m. Already obsessed with Gorgug Thistlespring. I love him. What the fuck is wrong with him. What’s wrong with the whole bad kids party to be honest. Like what’s up with them forreal

#kiri rambles #they drive me insane #I watched the first two episodes a few months ago and picked it back up the other day #and I’m kinda fucking losing it. I love them so much #dimension 20 #fantasy high #gorgug thistlespring #<- I mentioned him directly I might as well tag it

[midnight1404]

Avatar-Jericho (Shiloh cinematic remix)

#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #jake sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #spider miles socorro #my edits #i love them and im fucking obsessed with this song #recom miles quaritch #grace augustine

[kirisclangen]

Twilightjay

She/her, 17 moons, cis molly (she's a butch though)

#Twilightjay #beetleclan #warrior #clangen #warrior cats oc #kiri’s clangen #Save me beautiful butch woman... butch woman save me... beautiful butch woman... #she was so fun to draw. The pose and cheek fluff shapes are inspired by Cryptidclaw's Daisy and Rosepetal designs #because I just can't get enough of Cryptidclaw's designs I guess #Anyways I love her. I might go back and redraw her eye at some point. But I love her #She probably has my favorite name out of all my cats honestly it's just so cool #warrior cats #wc art #warrior cat oc #warriors oc #warrior cats fanart #<- I guess? It's not a canon character but whatever #OH i do have a couple cats with canon names. But I like them so I'm just gonna keep them I don't care #I've got an Alderheart but the name fucks severely. Mine now I guess #I've probably got a few others but I'd have to check

[3am-dumbassery]

MC is kinda fucked right? Like they're a fucking weirdo on all accounts yeah? Well I feel like the Obey Me devs captured their audience perfectly in a single flat character.

Damn near everyone is like "oh if I stepped on Levi's tail, he'd throw me through a brick wall, and tbh i'd thank him <3" or "I want a Lucifer feather.. I'll go and rip a few out >:)" as though they wouldn't be FUCKING DEAD and honestly? I think we're all so valid and cool for that.

And the devs, some-fucking-how, managed to encompass almost every emotion and crazy fucked up thing their fandom would do in 0-3 options, and LET US DO IT. I'm in awe

#hopefully this is comprehensible #my brain dosent seem to want to work #obey me #obey me! #kiri chats #obey me mc #om! mc #i love you all #youre so cool and valid #be the fucked up crazy fool you wanna be #im kissing you gently then roundhouse kicking you out a window ❤️

[icharchivist]

thinking about those scenes from Last Order

#ichablogging ffviiog #full fist into my mouth and start screaming #Zack i love you Zack i miss you i can't just keep doing it #i cut around the fight scenes but still the fightscenes fucks Zack is so cool #but god. god..............; #ichablogging ffviilo #kiri dont look

[termagax]

i hate when people make him insecure but i do love when people make him easily flustered. theres a difference but too many of youse on internet dot com conflate the two.

#i like the voiceline i was talking abt in last post AND. his valentines one #i like how hes like um. 😳 ahemm. 😳 LIKE YESSSSS THERES MY BABYYYYY MY PRINCESSSSSSSSSS #what can i say i love a tough guy who gets nervous when he has to say what he wants or get direct with attention #i think thats the thing with hog for me is like. he minds his own business and hes used to people looking at him in a that scary fuck way #but generally hes a quiet dude surrounded by more bombastic characters and with few exceptions responds to even positive interactions with #some form of 'buzz off' ie: his kiri interaction or being weird and offputting so they shut up ie: his reaper one #so i think like. direct unwavering positive attention. not something hes used to #its self indulgent but i think esp with the mask off itd be weird for him #☝️ justification for the 'STOP STARING AT ME' gag in the haircut comic btw

[willowser]

willow! first of all, i love all your writing and aus and just everything about your blog! everyone feels so realistic and it’s just amazing ajahakalal!!

second of all, i cannot get love island! kiri out of my head. like imagine he’s getting to know some other girl bc he’s just that nice but then someone else snatches you for recoupling and he realizes that there’s a very real possibility that the two of u won’t be together by the end and the thought just breaks his heart bc bc he really likes you!! you really, really wants to be with u and pursue a relationship outside the show but now he just feels like he blew it when he sees you with your new guy, splashing each other in the pool and laughing so brightly and you’re in your cute little bikini and hnghhhh just can’t stop thinking about this

OKAY OKAY bummer island with kiri is such a rollercoaster, i think you guys have the HARDEST time in there 🥺🥺 but it makes it worth it, in the end 😌🩷✨️

like i'm imagining that every week, all the boys are just hyping him up, telling him that he shouldn't close himself off, he's here to meet people, that's the whole point of this game and stuff — which it is ! but 🥺 he does really like you 🥺 so he ends up....unintentionally being a bit of a douchebag LOL

bc he's telling you that you're the only one he sees !! 🥺 and he's smiling at you on the beanbags, saying, "i wish we were sharing a bed tonight," and he always tells you how nice you look, you're always laughing together, sometimes you get too touchy 😌 BUT THEN ANOTHER GIRL WALKS IN and he's like, "i feel like i would be doing myself a disservice if i didn't try to get to know her," which is so AKGBRUEJQLALA and it's like. by the third time this has happened, you're so done. so beyond done lmao. and he doesn't even REALIZE IT.

a recoupling is happening and it's girls' choice and kiri is — over the moon. because he's thinking that this is it !! that you're going to choose him because things have been going great with yall (💀) and you'll finally be able to move forward, he's really excited to put all his effort into you now and — no, he's really not worried that a new guy just came in and told you he only had eyes for you 🙂 why would he be worried ?? 🙂

and you get up there and — you don't choose him. and he can't believe it.

every time that you could've coupled up in the past, someone has come along to steal either of you before the deal could be sealed. and now the opportunity was right there and he really, really was looking forward to FINALLY being with you 🥺 and having to stand there and hear your speech and watch you choose someone else is like alfhdkakajbfs 🥺 has him so ???? ofc a girl he's been talking to saves him so it's not like he goes home or anything but the hurt is SO CLEAR on his face 🥺

and afterwards, he grabs you as soon as it's appropriate to ask you 🥺 what happened ?? 🥺

and you're kinda not even looking at him 🥺 staring down into your drink or elsewhere. "i don't know, kirishima, he came in here and only has eyes for me, so — i think i'd be doing myself a disservice by not getting to know him."

and he KNOWS that those words are a slap in the face, especially with how serious you look, and he kind of laughs because he's shocked and hurt and doesn't know what to say !! because it's all too real now that he genuinely may have fucked it up !!! 🥺🥺🥺

#if you have watched s9 of love island no you haven't #shut up shut up ron and lana are my favorites ajfhfhsjakal #noooo but !!! he's so shocked !!! did not see it coming !!! 🥺🥺 #and then he has to respect that 🥺 your choice 🥺 #so he literally sits on the daybeds with his sunglasses on #unsmiling #watching from across the villa as you laugh with MR. PERFECT OVER THERE AKFBSIWJAKFBNA #now he's really really like — wow i had this right in front of me and i fucked it up #wkgjriskalala what a MESS AKFBDKAM #but thank you for your kind words !!! 🥺🥺🥺 you're so sweet thank you !!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷✨️✨️✨️ #gotta make a bummer island kiri tag LOL #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ theme: bummer island kiri

[malikselfindulgence]

Looking at Shinso and Rose you'd think Rose is the extrovert and Shinso is the introvert but this is not the case . They're both introverts and Shinso can hold himself in a conversation significantly better than Rose can . He has to hype Rose up for at least 2 hours before every hangout w the 1A kids

#Shinso ..... ♡♡♡♡ #malik's rambles #interneuronshipping #oc: rose bnha #rose: ohmy hod what if mina thinks my shirt looks like shit . what if jirou fucking hates the music i put on . what if #shinso who is so very tired but loves his boyfriend : what if you stayed silly . ljke hatsune miku . #rose immediately calming down and no longer shaking : oh my god youre so right . like hatsune miku #shinso nodding : like hatsune miku #theyre so silly . theyre a pack do not seperate them ever . theyre conjoined at the hip #shinso and rose r on the same mental wavelength at all times . shinso wants to escape it but alas . genius dumbasses forever #shinso and rose . heart emojis . they communicate entirely through inside jokes and vague gestures . nobody else understands them #rose and kiri .... r best friends forever . they kiss platonically . mina too . theyre best friends . ouagh #ineed to draw rose more . i miss her

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I think one time Spider and Lo’ak watched an old movie of Norm’s and spent an entire year using Gen-Z slang, and it dramatically decreased the quality of life of everyone around them. 

Every time they’re on a hunt and Neteyam goes to shoot? One of them whispers “miss” from behind him to fuck him up. 

Jake Sully had a minor heart attack when he heard Lo’ak tell Spider they were getting lit later that night, but evidently he just meant they were hanging out without Kiri. 

Whenever Tuk threatens to tell Neytiri so they’re forced to bring her on whatever dumb adventure they go on, Spider says “let her cook” to Lo’ak because he enjoys Tuk’s company and pissing off Lo’ak all on one go. 

Spider and Lo’ak have a really complicated handshake that when asked they can replicate today at any moment. They tried to teach Ao’nung once because he Wasn’t Jealous (he was).

They call so many things dope and none of them are actually dope.

Any criticism Kiri makes is rebuked by reminded her it’s hot girl summer. 

Spider: I can get up that tree faster faster than you. 

Lo’ak, nodding sagely: hot take. 

Tuk doesn’t know what it means but she does love it whenever Lo’ak and Spider say she’s being savage right now. 

However their most favorite of all, the one that stood the test of time because of its versatility: fuck it, we ball.

Lo’ak, encouragingly to Spider as they contemplate jumping off a high waterfall: fuck it we ball.

Spider, comfortingly before Lo’ak’s iknimaya: fuck it you ball.

Spider and Lo’ak mentally to each other when they did that little nod to make sure they both got the message in Neytiri’s call when captured by the recoms: fuck it we BALL.

Spider under his breath when Quaritch says he can stay and get tortured or come with him: fuck it, I do not ball

Lo’ak under his breath before punching Ao’nung: fuck. it. we. BALL.

Lo’ak and Spider in unison mentally on the RDA ship when Lo’ak goes for the recoms with his knife and Spider escapes to run to the deck to make sure Lo’ak and Tuk are okay: FUCK IT WE BALL

Lo’ak jumping down to rescue Spider: FUCK IT WE BALL?

Spider, answering the call automatically and punching that one RDA soldier in the face: FUCK IT WE BALL!

#every single one of these was inspired by my central delaware and rural pennsylvania cousins #i didn't include the deep cut central pennsylvania slang #but imagine them clalling each other gangalanches and saying all cool things are shang and then my cousins are here #also saying things are litty #my cousins are terrible people love them #pls respect their na'vi gen z vibes #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #kiri sighing: fuck it we ball #tuktirey sully #neteyam sully #jake sully #miles quaritch #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #neytiri sully #aonung #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa og #we are mindmelding get in #this happened i don't make the rules