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Avatar Fanfic hehe. I don't have a name for it, but I do have tags.

Psa. This is if they stayed in the forest when the RDA came back, and Neteyam is alive. I am a fan, but I do use a translator for the Na'Vi language, so if anything is wrong, then I do apologize :) and Lo'ak is aged up since there's adult content in my writing

MDNI: Cussing, sexual instances, queer love <3

-This is an ongoing story, so yes, there's MDNI and smexy tags, but it'll happen later in the story.

My OC's overview (so y'all don't have to scramble lol):

Name: Winslow Quarich (Yes, he's Spider's brother, diff moms) Age: Nineteen Nickname: Ghost

Species: Human (has an Avatar body)

Height: 5'4 (Human) 7'2 (Avatar) Hair color: Comma mullet, brown

Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Tan, Honey shade

Recombinant Technology. Absolutely amazing, yet so destructive. Humans did not need the ability to play God. it was wrong.

Seeing my father in a Na'Vi body was definitely a shock and weird. Honestly, I hated that the man couldn't stay dead. I wasn't exactly what my father was hoping for as the eldest son. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of being a hard-ass colonel, but no. He got, as he put it, a plant nerd. So I liked plants more than weapons? Not everyone was dickheads or blood thirsty.

I hardly spoke to Quarich, we just....coexisted in our familial bond and that was it. Even with him in this body, he still was a shitty father.

I was laying in my barrack, thank God I didn't have to share with anyone. It was pitch black outside besides Pandora's bioluminescent plants. Pandora was beautiful, stunning. I couldn't understand why the RDA felt compelled to ruin this damn planet. I was sketching a few of the plants I could see from my little window, minding my business till I seen an outline of a figure in the shadows, their form perfectly still in the shadows of this shitty base.

They, whether soldier or Na'Vi, seemed to be scoping the area out of the base and probably the people of the base. For a long, tense moment, I didn't see it move, but then slowly it started moving again, their movements slow and careful like they knew this base was a bunch of sleeping animals. The man, or woman, was approaching closer and closer to the base, and to my window. Inching closer and closer with cat-like patience.

I really hoped they would get closer to my window, it was easy to see it was a Na'vi scout. It crept closer and closer till they were Infront of my window, curse me for keeping a damn lamp on. The, or well, He tilted his head, probably curious as to why I haven't alerted anyone or something.

I grabbed my sketchbook, writing down, and then showing him a note written in the native Na'vi language. 'Ke'u sa'fe natives. Ku.' (Not safe for Natives. Go.)

For a moment, the male paused, yellow eyes glued to the note I had pressed along the window. A mix of surprise and confusion swirling in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to be friendly and even warn him. The male went back to looking at me, not aggressively, instead he seemed to study me? I had no idea what he was thinking, but then his fingers brushed against the cool glass that separated us, as if he wasn't sure if there was a trap or not.

Fuck it, why not? I pressed my hand against the glass, resting it, wondering what next. He seemed a tad surprised, but he slowly pressed his much larger hand against the window over mine. I could feel the heat of ours between the glass.

One of my favourite things about Bungou Stray Dogs is how Asagiri manages to capture the many colors and facets of human relationships. There is friendship, camaraderie, brotherhood, respect, awe, and then there is jealousy, inferiority, grudges, distrust. There are bonds forged between people who suffered the same pain and end up on the same boat. There are blends of respect and fascination formed among those who thrive in the dark but yearn to keep the light. There is deep affection and empathy between people who are used to solitude and sorrow, but found themselves helping each other up on their feet. There are those who took the responsibility upon themselves to raise a child in such a way that their own childhood should not be repeated, or simply to be at peace with themselves. There are words spoken in remembrance of a good friend, and words that are left unspoken. There are mistakes that can’t be remedied, cracks that cannot be mended, and actions that cannot be undone.

There is also guilt, grief, distrust, suspicion, resentment, hatred. There is friendship built like a castle of glass, on shyness and comfort, pride and consideration, and then there is guilt and regret when the castle shattered to pieces. There are broken bonds that crawl back to form insurmountable walls between those who used to be friends. There is mutual suspicion between those who are too sharp, too perceptive for their own good. There are people who started on the same boat, but are as careful as they are manipulative around each other. There are relationships that form out of convenience and necessity, and there are those that continue to develop into something almost familial. There are those brought together in battles, and those that thrive in peace. People who started out being wary of each other can learn to earn each other’s trust, and those who started in the same place may slowly grow apart as their paths point to different directions. There are relationships sprouting from guilt and an attempt at redemption. There is friendship that could have been if not for feelings of jealousy and inferiority. There are selfish, misdirected emotions that seek to appease one’s thirst for recognition and fear of abandonment, at the expense of one’s own self confidence and respect. 

And of course, there is growth. Mutual growth happens when people not only understand and empathize with each other, but also possess the courage and strength needed to pull themselves and their companion out of the dark waters. This growth is precisely why their relationships are so satisfying to observe and appreciate.

Scarlet pearl design because I can't physically keep my art style or designs consistent. Anyway that look is going to be forever in my head.