𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Master List

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Neteyam 

txansngum - desperation

steyki - anger

tìloho - surprise

fmokx - jealousy

kavuk si - to betray

tìwusem - fighting

asap si - to be shocked, startled

asap si, part 2 

muntxa si - to mate with, marry

yayayrnga - confusion

‘ampi - touch

‘eveng - child

'eveng - part 2

'eveng - part 3

'eveng - part 4

tìngay - truth

kame - see, see into, understand

sayrìp - handsome, good-looking

nim - timid, shy

kxeyey - error, mistake

lawnol - great joy

nìwan - secretly, in hiding

nìmal - trustingly, without hesitation

tìsmaw - approval

txopu si - to be afraid

fnu - quiet, to be quiet

mong - depend on, rely on, trust for protection

keftxo - unhappy, upset

reypay - blood

seze - blue flower

‘awlie - once (in the past)

tìsraw seyki - hurt (someone or something)

kxuke - safe

Jake Sully

nga yawne lu oer - you are beloved to me (Rated M)

kin - need (Rated M)

nìsngum - worryingly, fretfully

Lo'ak

säwäsul - competition

hoan - comfort

paskalin - sweet berry

Tonowari

sempu - daddy

afpawng - grief

Ao'nung

nìnrra - proudly, with pride

Creating Mythology

                I’m headed back to my folklore roots this week and talking about creating your own myth for your worldbuilding!

                Mythology explains something otherwise unexplainable, whether that be a part of the world, a structure, or a part of the human experience. They are typically reflections of society in the time they were created that echo to the present--a foundation of a certain belief or custom. This can be a really intriguing way to bring readers into the history of your world—what will your myth say about the people of that time, what were they concerned about? What kinds of stories did they tell?

                Myths are just stories with a simple theme. Remember that this thing is supposed to have lasted across time—when you’re retelling a really old story, how many specific details do you actually remember? Don’t try to fool us with a story that’s too in-depth. Mythological stories are about mortality, or the nature of mankind, the afterlife, religion. A theme your myth may have is: “humans were born from the sea” or “all mankind was originally kind”.

                What does your myth explain about the world? Maybe it’s where humans came from, or where a certain religion, custom, ritual, or traditional practice originated, even where a revered creature originated, or where it went. If your world can’t explain something by science, the people in it would have tried to explain it through myth. What things need explaining?

                To make your myth believable (or, believable to the world it’s in) we want it to be distant in the past. Think thousands of years old, or at least, no one alive today knew anyone who lived through that time. I would say a good three or four generations old is a convincing minimum for time to have passed, but myths can be (and often are) as old as the beginning of humanity itself. As well, it may be difficult to pin down exactly what time a myth was created.

                Your myth should have characters—usually they’d be gods or beings with power over the world, but this isn’t necessary. Maybe your myth is about one really influential king, or just some person who caused a great deal of waves. Nevertheless, whoever they are, think of the impact time has over someone’s reputation. The older it is, the more revered these characters may be.

                Lastly, think about how your myth impacts the present. What has the past gifted? What has been lost?

Here’s a good resource: Creating a Myth: 7 Tips for Building a Richer World - TCK Publishing

                Good luck! Next we're covering legend and folklore <3

tell me this isn’t the most aesthetically pleasing post you’ve seen? 

alex ross + gotham’s joker

i’m fucking crying give me a second

LCDP BrOTPs I didn’t know I needed (Part 1/?): Lisboa & Denver

Denver, the one who went out on to the rooftop, right into the danger to bring Lisboa inside; Denver, the one who shouted “¡Sí!” at the top of his lungs when they realized they’d been successful in rescuing Lisboa; Denver, the first one to hug Lisboa ♥ Gracias!!!!

Patroclus: If I died how much would you miss me?

Achilles: It’s cute that you think dying will get you out of this relationship.

patroclus ever so gently kissing achilles' eyelids while he sleeps— achilles is sometimes awake but pretends he's sleeping just to feel pat's love.

𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

✿ - smut

☁︎ - angst

❦ - fluff

𝑁𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑖 𝑇𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑦𝑘'𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛

about you ☁︎ ❦

midnight glow ❦

the gift of eywa ❦ ☁︎

sail across the ocean, part two ❦

loving you was never a regret ❦ ☁︎

where your heart truly lies ❦ ☁︎

𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦

to be written…

𝐿𝑜'𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑖 𝑇𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑦𝑘'𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛

she looks just like a dream ❦ ☁︎

𝑇𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑦𝑎

to be written…

𝐴𝑜’𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑔

to be written…

𝑁𝑒𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑡𝑒 𝑇𝑠𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑀𝑜'𝑎𝑡'𝑖𝑡𝑒

full fics to be written…

headcanons/blurbs!

scissoring with neytiri ✿

my obsession with Norman Reedus is unhealthy. 

MINORS DNI 18+

“This way, sweetheart, this way!” the clambering voices of the paparazzi build and crowd your ears. Flashing lights of pictures being taken leave imprints on your vision, but you smile through it. Your hands are dutifully wrapped around BLACK NOIR’s thick bicep, and you tilt your head against his shoulder as he leads you through the line of press.

“Black Noir’s girlfriend, over here! Look at me!”

“Right here, honey, right here!”

A warm palm pats against the top of your hand, and you glance up at Noir. You’ve gotten exceptionally talented at telling his signs, and he’s eyeing you from the side. A silent and familiar question that has you moistening your lips, retreating with him to the restroom as soon as you can afford to slip away.

“Couldn’t wait to get me back, huh?” you question, winded from effort as mean fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, guiding you up and down. “You know you’re supposed to be working, right? Can’t believe you needed a pussy break.” you chide. Fat cock drives into you at a harsh pace, bracing your hands on the stall dividers for support. With each of his thrusts up, a soft grunt expels through his nose, and it makes you shiver. Your fingers come to toy with his lips through his mask, the scarring embossed underneath it, sliding against your pads. “So fucking horny, baby. Is it ‘cause they called me your girlfriend?” To punctuate your point, you seat yourself, fully sheathing his every inch. “Huh? You like when they call me your little girlfriend?” He nods, only once, but it’s enough. Tenderly, your cup the nape of his neck, and use it as leverage for how you rock back and forth on his cock. His hands slide down your waist, over the folds of your hiked up dress, to grab at your ass. Gloves knead and smack at it, jiggling the flesh as you take your time in rolling your body on his cock.

“You—“ your own whimper interrupts you, his tip brushing the spongy spot inside of you from this angle. “—you think they know you’re fucking your little girlfriend in this fucking restroom?” At the mention, he claws into the globes of your ass, yanking you closer to him and consequently shoving himself impossibly deeper. A pitchy whine is drawn from you, and one of his hands comes to wedge in between you two. The tips of his fingers smooth out your lower abdomen, as if to let you know he’s right there. You can feel the tip of him right there, poking out. He didn’t have to say much for you to get the picture. Especially when he presses into it, bringing your g-spot right to his swollen head. You arch back with a gasp, stars like fireworks in your eyes as you chase that feeling. Faithfully, he keeps that pressure while you rock into it. His grip on your ass telling you: That’s right. That’s what I want from you. That’s a good little girl.

You’re supposed to be here in support of his newest movie; the premiere had been the talk of the media for weeks. And here you are in the public restroom of the theater, blowing it off so you can leave a cum stain on your boyfriend’s crotch.