I NEED This Crossover!!! I Think This Would Be When Humans And Na’vi Work Together For Once

Nawmun (Spider)

"it is what demon's blood does" on ao3

how it started and how it ended.

Alma Cortez: the epitome of colonization and assimilation culture

Alma was never a misled teacher. She wasn’t manipulated by Mercer, she wasn’t his victim, she did not have good intentions. She was the CO-FOUNDER of TAP. Including TAP-Con1.

This is a deep dive I’ve been wanting to do for a while, and I’ve finally been able to gather all my ideas and put them together. I know I’m late to the party, but I have a lot to say, especially because of the tendency of this fandom to judge Alma in a very biased way and to ignore important traits of her character just because they’re “uncomfortable”. Even among other people who dislike Alma, I have never seen some topics discussed and I want to change that, because I feel they are fundamental in understanding both her character and the role she plays in the story. Now, that isn’t to say I think people shouldn’t find Alma’s character interesting or entertaining; if you defend her and genuinely sympathize with her, however… this is not the place for you. I am the biggest and proudest Alma hater, so do with that what you will. I’ve seen too many people defend her actions, or try to tone down/change objective things in the game that are even explicitly spelled out for the audience. So, here I am.

Alma always knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what she wanted and what she was willing to do to achieve it. She wanted her school, no matter the cost (as she says quite literally in the game). It's true, she didn't know that Mercer was going to massacre the Sarentu. But she was still willing to take students for her school without theirs or their parents' consent. Let me elaborate.

In the flashback while she's going to the Sarentu moot with Mercer, this is how the conversation goes:

Alma: We're just talking to them, do we need this many soldiers?

Mercer: This is our last chance.* They're too primitive to understand what we can do for their children.

Alma: It's for the children.

Mercer: Exactly. Just think what we can achieve. Finally.

Alma (nodding): We're helping them. They'll see it... in time.

And THIS exactly is what sums up the person that she is. She may not have predicted Mercer’s massacre, but she still went to the moot with the purpose of taking those children no matter what. Because the core of what she believes is this: humans are superior and therefore need to impose their better ways of life on the lesser and uncivilized Na'vi; these people are too stupid to understand anyway, so it’s acceptable for humans to steal their children and forcefully assimilate them in the culture of their oppressors because they’re superior anyway. One day, years after they kidnapped their kids, the Na'vi’s primitive minds will come to understand that and recognize humans as superior, and thanks to their now successfully-brainwashed children, they will get to subjugate them as well.

A project like TAP isn’t the basis for cultural exchange, it’s the basis for cultural erasure and the assimilation of Indigenous children. TAP was LITERALLY a residential school. If you think there could ever be a “good intention” behind this, then you are a despicable human being. Alma knows this. She simply hides it behind a self-righteous facade of generosity and allyship. I don’t care that she genuinely believes that this is a way to help the Na'vi: it doesn’t change the “human-superiority” complex of her beliefs, it doesn’t change the fact that she literally made a fucking residential school. It is literally called “residential” in-game, and it can’t be interpreted differently. This is what “residential school” means. Alma was raised on Earth, where Indigenous people still exist, where residential schools literally already existed. Where do you think they got their inspiration from? It was always intentional. Remember that Mercer and Alma started working together for a reason. They shared a dream, and that dream was always going to be built on the blood and the stolen freedom of Indigenous Na'vi and their children. There was never a single half good intention about this project. This is literally a story about childen surviving residential school and reclaiming their Indigenous culture. The game doesn’t want you to sympathize with the colonizers who did this. The point of the story is for you to empathize with the Indigenous survivors of genocide and colonization.

Believing that you are doing something good — when you are actually doing tremendous harm — only because of your self-righteous superiority complex and actually doing something good are not the same thing. And the fact that Alma believes that by doing this she is actually helping the Na'vi makes her a even worse person. Can’t you see the danger of such mindset, the arrogance, the superiority? It is even more disgusting to me. At least a person like Mercer is honest: he’s horrible, hates the Na'vi and he’s proud of it. Alma, however, tries to hide it in a pathetic and disgusting attempt at feeling morally superior to people like him, tricking herself and the others around her into believing she’s actually a decent person, while her only goal is to achieve the recognition she thinks rightfully belongs to her and simultaneously erase her so-called “guilt”.

If she actually cared about the Sarentu children like people claim she did, she would have not left them in cryo for 16 years. She could have gone back to check if they were alive at any point during that time. She chose not to. She robbed them of their entire lives for the sole reason that she was too hypocritical to face her actions and failure, because that’s what this really is about. She never actually believed she did something wrong, her only shame came from the fact that she didn’t get the recognition she always strived for.

And even once she was forced to go rescue them, she still continued to lie to them and made them believe they had been abandoned by their clan. She kept the lie up when she could at least have told them that the Sarentu were dead. When they relocated to the Clouded Forest, she made them believe the Kame'tire were untrustworthy. She could have just said nothing, but no, she had to reinforce the lies to make herself look better, to pose as the Sarentu’s sole guide once again.

That woman had absolutely no shame for what she did and only admitted the truth once she was forced to do so. Even when she goes back to wake up the Sarentu, we can find out in a note that her priority is still TAP. “TAP is just a tomb for our dead dreams. Or maybe not. Just maybe.” Still, after almost two decades in which she could have, you know, self-analyzed a bit? she says loud and clear that she dgaf about the kids (she never even mentions them), like she’s proved over and over again, but only about her little colonialist assimilation project.

Later, if it wasn't for Anufi recognizing her, she never would have told the truth. Again, the only thing she ever does for the Sarentu — that is, simply informing them of the truth they were owed — she does because she is forced to do so by external forces. Even the only actual good thing she does in general, creating the Resistance, she does after TAP is gone, not because she realizes she’s done something bad, that she’s part of something evil and wants to separate herself from it, but because, again, she is forced to. If it wasn’t for the Omatikaya and the other clans rebelling, if it wasn’t that humans lost Pandora, she would have never left TAP. Not much of a resistance on her side then, right? She may have founded it — again, after she was forced by the circumstances, not because she was moved by authentic and sincere motives, and she’s able to do so only by lying about her project and actions — but it was the other members that made it a Resistance, not her.

* also notice Mercer saying “this is our last chance”. Interesting, right? I wonder why they were unable to find willing students. In Alma’s videolog we find at TAP-Con1 she says: “We’ve gone as far as we can with the Kame'tire. […] We just have to make them see what benefits it could bring to the Na'vi, to share cultures and outlooks. We have so much to teach each other. So much to give to the Na'vi. […] (about the Sarentu) I’m so excited to meet them and welcome the children to our school.”

We just have to make them see what benefits it could bring to the Na'vi. We have so much to teach each other. So much to give to the Na'vi. And here it goes again, the reason why she was never a good person. At first she tries to make it look like their intent is actually exchanging cultures between equals, but then immediately states her true ideology: it’s the humans who can help the primitive Na'vi, not the other way around. This idea that superior sophisticated societies need to share their “wonders” and teach their ways to the lesser, primitive uncivilized (Indigenous) people is beyond disgusting. Again, this is NOT cultural exchange. Because beyond that, I guarantee you there is absolutely NOTHING the Na'vi would have gained from interacting with their colonizers like that. Like Aha'ri said, “why would the Na'vi want to have alliances with you?”. We just have to make them, Alma also says. The Na'vi are never taken into consideration as actual intelligent people with their own will, they are never meant to be part of the conversation: they are too stupid, so we just have to force our culture onto them. But it’s okay!! We’re the superior and civilized ones so we’re actually doing them a favor.

I’m so excited to meet them and welcome the children to our school. Once again, the Na'vi’s will doesn’t matter. She doesn’t say nor imply anything about actually having a discussion with them. The Kame'tire said no, but they just HAVE to have their school, so they’re gonna “welcome the children” one way or another. From the note I mentioned earlier: We all had to make sacrifices. Some... they made the ultimate sacrifice. But the science, the progress. Yeah, we did what we thought was right to make TAP a reality. She admits very clearly (and very casually) that she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the lives she and Mercer purposefully destroyed. It was a sacrifice she (and Mercer) decided had the authority to make for “the science and the progress”. Even decades after the massacre, this is what the lives of the Sarentu still are in her eyes: a necessary and justifiable sacrifice. Alma always knew this. Not in the back of her mind, not subconsciously. Stealing the children was something she was always willing to do, because in her mind it’s a good thing, in her mind they have the right to do it. And that makes her abhorrent.

On TAP-Con1

As I said at the beginning of this post, Alma was never a misled victim, she was TAP’s co-founder, and that obviously includes TAP-Con1. That means that she not only was aware of everything that was going on in that place, but that she was behind it. She was behind the children being kept in cages, washed with disinfectant, being left to sleep and live like prisoners. They were little children, the oldest being SIX, forced to be analyzed in laboratory (and gods know what else they did to them).

From an interaction at the lab of TAP-Con1, our Sarentu says: “Blood samples. Some of us cried everytime.” And Alma was behind it. And even if she wasn’t, she still allowed it. If you seriously think that she, the fucking co-founder, did not have any executive power over the project she literally made and she was just subjugated to Mercer’s will, you are fooling yourself. This is true for both TAP-Con1 and TAP.

“You didn’t do a thing to stop Mercer. The wounds he gave us, you gave as well.”

Nor explained the point so perfectly. She was behind the fear, the abuse, the torture just as much as Mercer and Harding were. Again, she was never just a teacher and the game spells it out for you very clearly. If you ignore this, it’s your choice or your willing lack of understanding.

Completely irredeemable

What I find even worse is that she never even tried to repent or earn the Sarentu’s forgiveness. She did absolutely NOTHING to earn back her place into their lives or into the Resistance. Not because there is something she could actually do to redeem herself. No, what I find irritating is the fact that she just assumed she was given a free pass for everything. At the end of the main game, she even has the audacity to think that she and the Sarentu can move forward together and “be a family again”. Except they never were one, they were never on the same side. It’s frustrating how she still refuses to see that. Another proof that she doesn’t hold herself accountable like she claims she does, she still does not see the damage she has done, she still does not see how wicked her actions and intentions always were. She still sees herself as a victim. But this is no excuse for the audience to consider her as such.

After her Avatar dies and she is forced to admit the truth about the Sarentu massacre, there is a side quest called “Penance” in which Alma, Ri'nela and the MC gather to bury it. You may think after her confession — which she made seem spontaneous but was actually forced by Anufi and Nor — Alma actually feels remorse like she claims she does; you may think she finally understands now the gravity of what she did to the Sarentu, that finally she will act honestly and be ready to face the consequences to her actions.

But no. Once again, her only focus is herself. Instead of humbly coming to the Sarentu, she whines about how she doesn’t feel comfortable in her own body (because she chose for years to deceive herself and most importantly the Sarentu with a fake mask of allyship). When the MC points out that the Avatar was never the real Alma, she still speaks as that mask was her true self, she still believes that she was actually one of them, one of the people she personally oppressed and colonized.

And Ri'nela is having none of it. “Did it make your sins easier to bear? Playing make believe?” This is exactly it. Alma posed as one of the Sarentu, actually tricking herself into believing she was one of them, because this way she didn’t have to face the person she really was all along. This way it was easier to pretend she was in the right, that she was manipulated by Mercer. But as I explained earlier, this doesn’t make her misled, this doesn’t make her a person with good intentions; it just makes her a hypocritical heinous human being.

This is why Alma is irredeemable. Not only because there’s no action good enough to repair the atrocities she was responsible for, but because she would actually had to feel genuine remorse to start a redemption arc. As she made abundantly clear through her words and actions, this is not the case. And I’ll even say this: a person like Alma is utterly incapable of feeling true remorse. There will always be a part of her that believes herself to be partly a victim, a person who just wanted the best but was ultimately misled. This is what I consider the worst, most loathsome and dangerous trait of her character.

On the Sky Breaker

This is why the Sky Breaker dlc left a sour aftertaste in my mouth. Spoilers if you haven’t played it yet.

After the valkyrie attack, when everyone is gathered to discuss what happened, Mokasa (why was he allowed to be there in the first place is a mystery) is bitching about the humans, and Sa'ney rightfully calls him out on his hypocrisy. At this point, Alma (again, why the fuck is she here?) intervenes and says:

“Does he not deserve the same as me? I share the same blame. But… I’ve been allowed to move forward.”

Does he not deserve the same as me? Yes, yes he does. That’s the point. I share the same blame. Do you, Alma? Do you really? Don’t get me wrong, I HATE Mokasa. Leading the RDA to the Sarentu, blaming Anufi, lying to his own clan for decades… I don’t think I need to explain. But it always got me thinking how people point the finger on Mokasa so naturally but don’t give Alma the same treatment. Let’s examine them a bit.

Again, there’s no need for me to explain why everything Mokasa did was horrible and unjustifiable. But let’s take a look at why he did it. He says it in the main game: “it was their children or ours”. As cruel and horrible that sounds (because it is), it’s also true. It’s clear Mokasa was aware of the humans’ intentions from the beginning: he knew they were gonna steal Na'vi children regardless and he ensured those children wouldn’t be Kame'tire. Was he right? Of course not!! There is NO excuse for what he did. He should have warned Anufi and the Sarentu, he should have not torn apart his clan to hide his secret… but it’s still a completely different motive. Alma is a human and an oppressor who wanted to steal children for her own personal ambition; Mokasa, an Indigenous man part of the oppressed category, did evil and inexcusable things because he thought that was the only way to protect his clan and their children from their colonizers. The outcome, the goal even, is the same: the sacrifice of the Sarentu and their children. Yet what drives Mokasa and Alma to commit this atrocity cannot be judged equally. Not really the same, is it?

But I’ve been allowed to move forward. Have you, Alma? HAVE YOU? Who exactly has allowed you to move forward? The Resistance? But why should they ever have a say in this? Yes, they felt betrayed too in a way, obviously. But they’re not the ones whose lives were ruined at her hands. The only ones who get to have a say in this are the Sarentu. Didn’t seem to me that they forgave her; they only made clear they wanted and needed to go their own way. They very clearly separated themselves from her. So, it looks like to me that Alma simply assumed she was given a free pass for everything even though she didn’t do a single thing to repent for her actions.

I have conflicted feelings about Mokasa’s so-called redemption, and I’m not sure what were the game’s intentions regarding him as opposed to Alma. But what is certain is that Alma deserved to pay the consequences for her actions. Mokasa was rightfully banished from the clan. I know the same can’t be done for Alma, but ignoring her is not enough. She deserves to be punished for what she did. I don’t how, honestly (not implying physical torture or anything here guys, dw). Yes, Nor killed her Avatar and I think that was absolutely necessary. But what Nor did (and he 100% had every right) was revealing the real Alma, it was stripping her from the possibility to keep deceiving everyone, especially the Sarentu; it was not, however, the consequence she needs to face. I really hope they will somehow deal with this in the future.

This is what I think of her. I may never hated a character more and I wish she died in the neurosect. There is absolutely no excuse for this woman. There’s no sympathizing with her. I did not villanize her, I did not exaggerate her actions or make her look worse than what she actually is. If people still refuse to see it, I think that says a lot about them.

I want to conclude saying this: I do think Alma is a beautifully written character, and it was surprising how well the game handled such delicate themes, how it showed different affects of colonization and assimilation culture on the children without passing one of them as more rightful. Because at the end of the day this is what the story is about, and the fans ignore this too often: this is a metaphor for residential schools and their survivors. It’s a story about resistance and reconnection. You cannot forget this when you judge characters like Nor, or Teylan, or Alma. Again, you are not meant to defend her. It is not her story. It is the Sarentu’s story. And it is meant to parallel the real stories from which this one was inspired. Always remember that.

Hunter's Prize

Pairing: Yautja OC x human fem reader x dark aged-up Neteyam

Words: 8K

Summary: The arrival of a rival alien to Pandora's strange world threatens the balance of all life on this planet – including yours. But a dangerous creature from other worlds isn't the only predator you'll find yourself fighting for your life to escape.

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, predator/prey play, threesome, nipple play, spit roasting, P in V, creampie, oral sex (fem and male receiving), deepthroating, both men being aggressive and possessive over reader (yandere), alien genitalia, size kink, size difference, human x Yautja, human x Na'vi.

Notes: After a month and a half of writing and fighting for my life against depression and writer's block, I present this masterpiece... that I'm half convinced sucks.

Credits: Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and support banners. Credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Na'vi Translation:

Talioang: Sturmbeest

Oeyä poe muntxate: She is my mate

Sìltsan, ma oeyä lor muntxate: Good job, my beautiful mate

Eywa, tìtxur oe ting: Eywa, give me strength

Yawne: Beloved

Yautja Translation:

Th'syra: Skull

Kiande Amedha: Exomorph/hard meat

Sain'ja: Warrior

Ooman: Human

Ooman-di: Human woman/women

A'ket'anu: Beautiful

Guan Nrak’ytara: Goddess of dreams

Ell-osde' pauk: Fuck you

This small, bright planet was strange and confusing to Ta'ashka. The landscape so much more vibrant with glowing and moving life than compared to the dry dessert atmosphere of Yautja Prime. Everything was alive in some capacity, moving with life and throwing off his biohelmet's scanning ability, leaving the skilled hunter to fend for himself to matter how many different visual spectrums he scanned through.

The game here were large and a challenge to kill, it takes double the normal amount of time for Ta'ashka to hunt a single creature as others in it's species would come to assist the injured animal, doubling the thrill of the taking down such interesting beasts and earning Ta'ashka many new th'syra to his ever growing collection.

A part of Ta'ashka begrudgingly admits somewhere deep in his mind that Dark was right about this disgustingly bright moon, it was a unique landscape that challenged even the most seasoned of warriors to successfully catch a desirable game, even hunting for food was harder than he originally imagined as his very presence seemed to set the entire planet on edge, all active prey and fruitful foliage disappearing almost overnight from the moment his ship landed.

This land was strange, more alive and conscious than any other planet Ta'ashka has resided. If he didn't know himself better, he would believe the unease settling lowly in his slightly empty stomach would be mistake for fear, a sensation Ta'ashka hasn't felt since he was a fledging Youngblood in search of the perfect kiande amedha to mark him as a fully Blooded warrior. Ta'ashka's mandibles flared under his helmet at the thought, what a ridiculous notice.

And the aliens on this plant were... unlike anything Ta'ashka has seen in his many lifetimes traveling the galaxy. Their tall stature and toughened bones covered in lithe muscles make them worthy prey to hunt, some of them even identifying themselves as sain'ja from their impressively carved bows and expertly sharpened knife they hand craft. Training themselves to accomplish a dangerous climb to catch one of Ta'ashka's favorite appearing predator. A massive flying creature with rows of teeth, sharp talons, a ferocious hiss, and a intriguing knack for desiring to kill their future rider.

A shiver never fails to trail down Ta'ashka's spine at the prospect of getting his claws on those winged beasts.

Their specific azure blue skin, long whip like tail for balance, and disturbingly bright glowing dots accenting their bodies were interesting at best, but the thick braid with moving tendrils at the end was a oddity Ta'ashka could not wrap his head around, the ritual of wrapping the pink, wiggling ending around the silken portion of a tree was unfathomable and stupid to leave one's self so vulnerable to the impressive predators lurking through the land.

The most Ta'ashka could detect was that they were nerve endings, a connection of sorts to the plant and animal life around them, and in certain instances they would connect to each other. It wasn't solely sexual, though Ta'ashka has bare witness to several matings between the different sexes of this species, the bond in question wasn't only made when mating and Ta'ashka was astonished to discover that occasionally they would connect in casual conversations or quiet moments between two individuals.

They were an odd race for that, Ta'ashka concluded. Such a deeply emotional bond was not needed for Yautja to procreate, many of his species didn't find a life mate out of choice of keeping their freedom and independence, more willing to perform the more rough and dominant filled mating to fulfill the planet wide practice of keeping the species alive. It's been a long time since Ta'ashka has heard of mating out of love within his Clan, not totally unheard of, but still it's a rarer sight to see. A sensation of such a powerful emotion driven by a need to constantly be by somebody's side was a experience Ta'ashka never imagined he would feel.

And yet here he is, lower mandibles clicking in thought under his bio-mask, his light crystal blue eyes narrowing in on a small form scurrying around in the underbrush. His head tilts to the right at a little sound it makes when it trips over a overgrown root, the hint of grey shading over his long tresses are seen from the corner of his eye as the rubbery tendrils cover his vision of his left side for just a moment before it falls back into place.

It was a intriguing discovery to learn that oomans had found their way off their miniscule planet and have found a new source of interest in this sickenly peaceful moon. Ta'ashka had his fair share of oddly funny and daring interactions with oomans on Earth centuries ago when he was commanded to take the role of Clan Leader from his Matriarch, something he begrudgingly went along with at the time and has yet to allow his oldest friend and leader wrangle him into Clan Eldership rank just yet. The idea of becoming an Elder and losing his freedom to these types of soul freeing excursions made his lower mandibles flare in anger and his eyes widen in fear.

Ta'ashka shakes his head out of those all consuming thoughts, his head dipping further to the side out of curiosity to the creature walking on the pathway he's perched high above on one of the many impressive tree branches dangling over it's head. It's a ooman-di that he watches, a fascinating creature that has enraptured his attention for weeks now, an obsession that doesn't seem to want to fade away anytime soon.

You were a... different sight to Ta'ashka's eyes, something he couldn't place in the many years he's lived. The funny nature of your features almost pleasing for him to look at, even staring at you creates a pooling of desire that settles lowly in his stomach into his heavy loins. You were a scientist of your race, an intelligent and studious researcher of the odd plant life of this strange little moon, you seemed diligent and in weird sense of the word, you were brave. Stupid but courageous.

You were brave and intelligent, but like most oomans, you were beyond oblivious to the looming predator watching your every move, the dark gaze that watches you at night when you finally rest and stalks you all throughout your busy day in replacement to actually doing the thing he traveled lightyears to achieve. The skull of a Na'vi.

It was a ever present pressing thought that plagued Ta'ashka's mind at the prospect of actually hunting one of the inhabitants, despite what many believed, the Yautja do not hunt the Na'vi as sport as much as they would like. They're a resilient race of people that don't take kindly to unnecessary killings, and will slaughter those that do such things. That fact usually excites any Yautja that hears how willingly such a skilled species of worthy prey are to defend themselves, but the act of actually successfully killing a Na'vi was much harder than originally thought of, and it would only cause a war to ensure against the Yautja if it occurred too often.

A silent agreement was made among the higher ranks, on certain planets when the risk of killing a native inhabitant could cause a potential conflict bigger than the hunting party or individual was planning for, they would avoid the natives to hunt the local wildlife. It wasn't the masses favorite decision, many accusing the Elders of creating a cowardly way out to dealing with a self made problem. But all oppossing voices were silenced shortly after speaking, so the issue was dropped.

But another issue arose to the forefront of Ta'ashka's mind at the prospect of killing a indigenous of this planet, that you... would be quite upset. You were close to the strangely colored aliens; very close. From the prospective of Ta'ashka's observation, you were bethrothed to be mated with the youngest son of the clan chief, a rather bold Na'vi that captured your attention over the lustful eyes of others, and now Ta'ashka could only imagine your reaction if you learned your alien lover was killed and beheaded by someone like him.

The dark quills lining Ta'ashka's body stand on end at the satisfying thought of winning you by completely destroying your future mate, proving to you just how much better of a mate he would to you with such an incredible show of strength and skill to kill a rather hardheaded and bold warrior like your bethrothed. It would be the ultimate show of affection, a loud show of care if only your delicate self could see it for what it was. But you and your tranquil ways would not see his proud claims of endearment as anything more than an act of war; one you quite possibly could be killed in if Ta'ashka wasn't careful enough.

The all imposing thoughts of winning you was distracting to the Yautja slowly and mindlessly stalking you through the thick tree branches winding above you, your little self unaware to the dangerous world around you as your eyes are glued to the piece of technology in your hands. You stop for a moment when your small, uncoordinated hands fumble your pad while reaching for something in the bag slung around your shoulders, an adorable curse leaving your lips as you bend down to collect the scattered items.

Ta'ashka's upper mandibles lift in a soft smile as he watches you grumble and complain about this insignificant incident while continuing to drop the items you gathered as you overfill your short arms with all the items you're desperate to put back into your satchel. His attention is fully focused on you, eyes trained to no other form but your own and his natural instincts to always be environmentally aware are slipping from his conscious as the slowly creeping body of the Na'vi warrior hunting him from across the way goes unnoticed for far too long.

It's soul binding the moment Ta'ashka feels their heavy gaze, every muscle locking and sharp eyes flaring in sudden awareness as the Na'vi resting on the branches level to him glares at the refracting of light happening a walking path away from him. Ta'ashka takes in what little details he could from his peripheral vision, the familiar build of an imposing warrior with skills that rival even that of his younger brother and building power of his commanding father. The eldest son of the clan chief, heir to the clan and all it's people.

The warrior's bow was in his four fingered hands, taunt bowstring pulled back by years of muscle instincts as the poisonous tip of his arrow was knotched and aimed for Ta'ashka's chest. The hard outline of a scowl paints the Prince's face in a harsh war face, pointed ears laying back against his skull as the whip of his tail lashes out behind him, his kneeling form stable on the branch he's perched on as he flaunts the years of training his muscles hold in their stiff but ready form.

Ta'ashka had to admit, this particular Na'vi was a sight to behold when he so dared, an impressive front with skills to balance the look. Ta'ashka takes a moment to settle in his mind that he'll give this prey a fairer fight than most, this warrior seemed worth the trouble. The very tips of Ta'ashka's claws gently tap at the screen around his forearm, taking away the deceiving layer of cloaking that wasn't good enough to fool this Na'vi, revealing his large, crouching body to the alien so keen for a fight.

Admittedly Ta'ashka was taken aback when not a sound was uttered from the prey he faces. Usually their was a obnoxious symphony of gasps and shouts at his form, sounds that are mere squeaks compares to the shrieks of terror that occur when his bio-mask is removed. Yet the eldest son did nothing but harden his gaze, knuckles turning a light blue at the tightening grip he has on his hand carved bow.

The warrior's gaze is unwavering, steadfast in their cold piercing into Ta'ashka's thickened skin. But it falters, the honey of his eyes drifting down to linger on your busy self counting your newly gathered items to ensure you've gathered it all. His resilient stance loosening for a moment as his stare finds your small body appearing even tinier now that you're kneeling in the tall grass. But as quickly as his eyes drift they're back to their original place on the Yautja flared position preparing to launch off this branch if necessary.

A fleeting moment of realization comes flooding back to Ta'ashka memories, igniting a searing jealousy in his barreling chest. It wasn't only the second son of the chief that had an intrigued gaze settled on you, for a long time it was the eldest son that had your attention until you eventually chose the youngest of the two. And the eldest didn't take the rejection from his favorite object all to well, threatening to kill his brother then himself if you didn't chose him instead, it physically took three people to drag him away from you. Such a pathetically desperate little boy wanting his obsessive toy to play over.

The sounds of muffled but still audible rapid clicking fills the air, Ta'ashka's shoulders shaking from the force of his laugh. So the young warrior chooses death this day? What a pleasant thought, now Ta'ashka can finally hunt a prey willing to put in some effort. The eldest son's lips peel back over his pointed canines, flashing his sharp fangs in a throaty snarl, challenging Ta'ashka's amusement. Ta'ashka matches the Na'vi's opposing hiss with his own thundering growl, his tresses trembling by the sides of his face from the sheer force of the rumbling traveling through his body.

Both creatures hold their poised positions glaring at each other, the lashing of a tail and the twitching of claws counting the microseconds as the air tenses, pulling the imaginary string tighter and tighter until one of them finally snaps. Both men are too focused on the other, so prepared to rip the other's throat out with their bare teeth they lose focus of their prize entirely, both being caught off guard at the loud gasp that fills the suddenly quiet evening air. The pair of aliens shift their gaze down to your cowaring form crawl for all preservation of life backwards on your elbows and heels of your feet, glassy eyes rapidly flicking between the two massive forms hovering above you.

In seconds you're stumbling to turn around, snatching your dirty, half open satchel off the ground and are digging your little feet into the soft dirt to prepel you forward, sprinting in any clear and random direction to get away from the hunter's seeking their prize.

Neither warrior needs to look at each other to know whatever strange deal they've now made, Ta'ashka leaps from his branch and hits the ground running after your small figure as the leaves above are disturbed by the heavy weight of the Na'vi swinging from limb to limb follows after you.

It was silent but known. A bittersweet deal not even your pretty little self could comprehend.

Their ever move emanated the same repetitive thought: May the best hunter win his prize.

It's eerie how silent the world has become to your muffled ears. The once tranquil, vibrant forest around has been silenced, no animal calls out it's existence and no bug dares to create even a flutter of sound as you weave past their little homes as fast as your body would allow. Your ears feel like they're filled with water, echoing the pained pants resounding through your wheezing lungs as you sprint in this erratic zigzag pattern to confuse whatever's chasing you deeper into Pandora's thick jungle.

Your chest squeezes in on itself for just a moment at how painfully fast your heart is beating, your throat becoming raw and dry from the quickened breathes you're taking as droplets of sweat blur your vision, stinging your eyes from how concentrated you are on running that you've forgotten to wipe the dripping sweat collecting down your body. Your legs scream for mercy from the pounding they're taking carrying you through harder and harder terrain to slow down the monstrous creates following closely behind you, but you can't stop – won't stop now.

It's unnatural what you saw, a menacing creature too hardheaded to stop where it's going, stalking you day and night to seek an answer it already knows. And now there's a new alien you've never seen before chasing after you with Neteyam. A shiver covers your skin at the thought of Neteyam, a Na'vi you once considered your best friend now the last being you would ever want to be left alone with has confirmed the nightmare you warned Lo'ak he would become. A part of you knew deep down he would never give up until he had you, until death do you part isn't an option in his dark mind, and now you're stuck living his cruelest fantasy come to life as you run like your life depends on it. Your life does depend on it.

The new creature was imposing in appearance but made all the more terrifying as it began to chase you without so much as a warning. You've never seen anything like it, a fact that would normal intrigue your scientific mind if it wasn't for the fact that you believe this thing wants to possibly eat you right now. For a brief moment you consider stop running and confront this new creature, possibly reason for your life or maybe, if you're truly lucky, you could sic it's brutish form on Neteyam and pray the odds bend in your favorite. And somehow, given how sickenly determined it appeared to look at you the moment Neteyam laid eyes you, you knew it would work.

But there was no guarantee that it would work, there's never been any solid guarantees in your life for years now, and this was not the moment you test fate. Your 'training' with Lo'ak on how to hunt and forage the sustainable things of the land were never fruitful as his lessons always ended in him bending you into whatever position he liked, but Neteyam taught you. He taught you how to navigate the forest no matter where you were as his little way of building quality time and trust between the two of you in his early stages of quiet courting, which is why you now you know how to evade the dangers of the waterfall you've been herded to and veer off the pathway nearly a mile ago now.

You can only hope that the sudden detour was enough to slow down or confuse either of these persistent hunters for just a few fleeting moments to give a small amount of buffer room between them and you. It's a absolute, unarguable thing that they are letting you 'get away' as a joke to the phrase, you knew Neteyam could catch you in an instant and no creature covered in that many skulls could be slow enough to be out ran by a human. But still you hope. You hope and you run like hell fire is nipping at your heels as you draw closer and closer to the outskirts of the Omatikaya territory with every passing seconds.

You want to scream for help, to alert anyone close by that you're in danger and in need of help, a far off dream of your future mother-in-law hearing you and dealing with her wayward golden child and his new hunting buddy was enough fuel to push you forward just a little more. Oh how you want to find Lo'ak wandering through the trees with Spider hot on his heels so you can climb into his open embrace and hide from the darkening world around you, to feel him cradle you close as he tells off his brother and new pet for their awful behavior. But your call for help is cut short by your every wheezing pant, your exo-pack just barely able to keep up with your rapid breathing to provide the filter oxygen you so desperately need to survive.

The only option for help is to stop running, to stop all attempts at escape long enough for your tired and burning lungs to gather any and all air available so you can make your possible endeavor at getting rescued from the monsters that have been chasing you for what feels like hours now. You're sticky from sweat and achey all over, every portion of your being begging to stop, and yet you keep going. The adrenaline coursing through your veins is so strong that you couldn't stop now even if you wanted to.

You spare a quick glance over your shoulder to survey the land behind you, seeing nothing but empty, lush landscape that seems completely undisturbed by nothing but your flailing self trampling through the forest like a blind talioang. You know not to trust it, that there's no plausible way you outran a Na'vi and... a whatever that other thing is, but you have to now, there's no other choice or better place to stop than right here on the very edge of the Omatikaya territory.

Your barefeet throb from the pounding they've taken on the rocky, stick covered ground of the forest floor, wailing with the rest of your body for a break from the torture you've put yourself under. And you can feel it now, the adrenaline wearing off into sluggish limbs and uncoordinated steps that lead you into a trap your human eyes could have never detected. Your legs are snatched right out from under you before your brain can process what happened, a blanket of leaves and glowing moss sticks to your skin as the cold wire of a metal net tightens around you, the colorful world surrounding you blurs into a kaleidoscope of bioluminescent patterns that pulse through your strained eyes and into your aching head.

Through the gut turning swinging, the barely discerning blob of a azure figure swings into view, hunting knife in hand as the sharp blade flies through the air at a flick of his wrist, but is unsuccessful cutting through the strangely strong metal as it bounces haphazardly off the wire. Neteyam snarls through bares teeth at the abstract movement of light that flicks until a looming black figure manifests behind you, a subtle twist of it's arms sends it's two pronged wristblade cleanly through the metal wiring holding you suspended in the air.

Your raw, dry throat doesn't allow a single sound to leave your heaving chest as you silently scream when it's strong, scaley arms wrap around you just before you can tumble to the ground, the sharp tips of it's dangerously sharp claws gently grazes your skin as it sheds the metal wiring still clinging to your form. You want to protest it's strong hold on you, but the moment Neteyam begins to inch forward towards the beast holding you, you can't help but cling to it out of fear of the dark, sinister pool that is Neteyam's eyes when he rakes that cold, shivering gaze down your fragile body.

"Oeyä poe muntxate!" Neteyam growls towards the creature holding you, his knife in hand, razor shape blade facing his enemy as his body crouches down in the same fashion the being cradling you is doing, both men poised to perfection in their position to kill each other over your unwilling captivity between the two aliens.

From deep within the chest of the creature holding you, a rumbling voice so deep and gravely comes out from behind it's mask, shaking you apart from the instant fear it demanded from your body. "Ta'ashka's... trap captures... Ta'ashka's... prize."

Your fear strickened form trembles against the barreling chest that you're pinned against, quivering lips barely contain the little sob you let out, not even the radiating heat emanating off of Ta'ashka's unnaturally warm body could chase away the cold shiver trembling through your body. Through the blurrying of your tears, you can see the visible tightening in Neteyam's body as he prepares to strike, his bunny like ears that you once would play with as a means to annoy him disappear from how far back they're laid against his skull, another full body shiver coursing through you at the roaring hiss he retaliates with.

Faster than you can comprehend, Neteyam's got your lower half in his arms, gripping you so painfully tight in his overpowering grip that your bones feel as if they're complaining under the strain. Ta'ashka growling response vibrates in your eardrums as he tries to pull you out of Neteyam's greedy hold, yanking your upper half further away from Neteyam's grappling hands making their way up your body. You're tossed back and forth between their hulking forms as if you were a doll two little children were fighting over who gets to play with you first.

It was clear from the fact that you haven't been ripped in two yet that neither warrior wanted to harm you, that they intended keep you and harboring you in their embrace away from the rest of the world as soon as possible. It's almost concerning that neither of them have actively tried to kill each other yet, that their goal of waving you like a flag captured in a game was more of a prize than taking out the competition all together.

The hot sting of bile rises in the back of your throat when your mind lingers too long on the ideas of what Neteyam might do to you if he finally gets you alone, no help or battle of dominance to distract him from the sickenly dark fantasies he's collected just for you to finally unfold before him with you trapped in the black center of it all. It scared you even more to image what this creatures named Ta'ashka planned for you, what disgusting alien rituals would occur if you were left to the demise of whatever his otherworldly mind could conjure, and if you would be truly alone if he sought out to share you with others of his kind.

A string of curses leaves Neteyam's mouth as Ta'ashka knocks one of his legs out from under him in a surprisingly graceful sweeping kick for something so bulky and large as himself. Neteyam's hold on you doesn't relent as he pulls your lower half with him as his left leg gives out, your hips are shoved to be bracketed by Neteyam's strong thighs as he tries to use his body weight to pin you under him and away from Ta'ashka's never relenting hold on your upper body.

Ta'ashka follows the swift movement to the ground, still keeping his huge bicep wrapped around your ribs as he faces off against Neteyam on his knees, ever so confident as he screams out another shrill battle cry directly into Neteyam's face, equally as unfazed of his foe when Neteyam hisses out a snarl in turn. It's in this moment that you feel it, the dreaded hard press of Neteyam's impressive bulge sticking into the plush curve of your ass, it throbs at the subtle friction of your body being jerked back and forth between the two aliens, and you're frightened when you feel yourself clenching at the sensation.

Directly in front of you – the only sight you can see from your awkward position kneeling on your hands and knees in between the two beasts – is the heart stopping sight of a human skull decorating the front of Ta'ashka's loincloth like a pretty, polish belt buckle. But not even the size of the skull could take away from the all consuming outline of his terrifyingly massive cock tenting the fabric of his dark maroon loincloth, pressing dangerously close to your face when Ta'ashka jerks forward at some sudden movement Neteyam has caused. And you're even more terrified when you feel the pooling of saliva on your tongue at the sight.

You couldn't possibly be attracted to this situation... Could you? You fearfully question yourself as just seconds ago you were running for your life and now you're contemplating the odd bubbling of desire settling so deeply in your stomach you can feel the pulse of it in between your thighs. Something about the idea of two incredibly powerful warriors of two completely different races than yours so visible wanton for you, willing to hunt you down and grapple over who gets to possess you wholly sends little zaps of tingling want down your spine, prickling your skin at every rough contact of their skin against yours.

Through your hazing lust filled thoughts, you feel the buzz of your body still coursing adrenaline through your veins, amplified by the now growing stillness around you as neither warrior has moved to tug or manhandle you for a long pause. The deafening sound of your panting filtered through your exopack rings in your ears, only growing stronger when you hear the companioned breathing of the men hovering over you.

Risking everything you've put on the line, you peek up to look at Ta'ashka's panting stomach through your lashes, feeling and hearing the vibration of his low growl at the scent of your arousal coating the air. Slowly peering over your shoulder, Neteyam is bracketing your lower half in between his strong thighs, not helping the pulsing between your thighs at the sight of Neteyam's head resting back on his neck, nostrils flaring as he scents your sweet desire off the thick air, the loud rumbling of his purrs causes your thighs to clench together.

You can feel the presence of the wicked smile that takes over Neteyam's features, his bruising grip loosening so his hands are free to caress the battered skin of your thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh of your much smaller and pliable body. The crisp sound of you sucking in air through your exopack becomes increasingly louder as Neteyam's hands travel around, every micro movement he does against your body not going unnoticed by you or Ta'ashka as the big beast watches on as Neteyam grabs at the plush of your asscheeks and squeezes them harshly.

You should be fighting, thrashing and clawing and finding a way to bite if necessary to get away, but you don't – you can't. You've cursed yourself and the curiosity you've always had over your former best friend, your fear being your only saving grace that swept you into Lo'ak's open arms when things got too tough. But you can never deny how badly you wanted to feel his touch, how many times you've imagined his long fingers venturing down in between your thighs to tease the embarrassing large wet patch on your loincloth like he is right now.

The chortle you received from both men at the unashamed gasp you let out when the calloused tips of Neteyam's fingers circle over your clothes clit causing your legs to immediately snap shut, trapping Neteyam's hand in it's place against your dripping cunt. Neteyam's other hand pets your back like you were an irritated cat in need of soothing, "Sìltsan, ma oeyä lor muntxate. You just keep me exactly where you want me."

You wish your legs weren't pinned under his weight or else you'd kick him in his ribs, an action that would only draw you deeper into his amused torment. The deep scowl written across your face at the mocking coos Neteyam is calling to you is wiped away instantly when the otherworldly touch of sharp claws teasing at the skin of your breasts as Ta'ashka cups the plump mounds in his enormous hands, kneading at silkened flesh with a reverent touch.

It's much easier to look at the battle scratched surface of Ta'ashka's mask now that his steel grip on your waist has been replaced with his exploratory touch on your breasts, being careful to not cut your skin with his long claws as his pinches your perked nipples between his fingertips. Your arms once trapped between Ta'ashka's thighs to ensure I didn't push him away are now free to wrap around the muscular mass of his thick thighs, unintentionally pushing your ass higher in the air for Neteyam's viewing as your mask bumps the skull on Ta'ashka's belt.

Ta'ashka tilts his head at the soft noise of pleasure you made at his sudden pinch, immediately repeating the motion as he rolls your pebbled buds until a whine you didn't even try to control bubbles out of you. Ta'ashka responses to your little whine with a chitter of his own, one hand moving off your chest long enough to push your tangled hair out of your face, tilting your chin up to meet the dead gaze of his mask. "A'ket'anu."

You slow blink at the growled alien word that came from deep within Ta'ashka's chest, but not even the language barrier could stop the instantaneous blanket of goosebumps that cover your body, slow blinking eyes closing to savour the synchronized throbbing of your clit to his ever roll of your nipples in his hold. A rapid chittering is Ta'ashka's show of amusement at your reaction, choosing to shower you with another phrase in his language you won't ever understand, "Guan Nrak’ytara."

Your goosebumps are chased away by the scolding heat of embarrassment that washes through you when the limited amount of clothing you have on are stripped away without care, carefully handcrafted beads strung together by your bethrothed are ripped off your neck by Ta'ashka's sharp claws as Neteyam's hunting knife shreds your beautifully dyed loincloth. The searing of your shame is furthered by Neteyam's mocking laugh as his rough thumb parts your folds, soaking his finger almost instantly from how wet you are.

"Eywa, tìtxur oe ting..." he moans, long canines digging into his bottom lip as he gathers your slick to glide over your needy clit, thumbpad covering the entirety of your clit and it's little protective hood as he lightly presses down on the bundle of nerves until you elicit the same whimpers you've made for Ta'ashka for Neteyam to consume. "Fuck Yawne, you're so small, like my very own sweet treat just dripping to be devoured."

An insult rests on the tip of your tongue, a comeback degrading Neteyam for being so needy for a woman that doesn't even want him, but the phrase is snatched from your mouth the moment the wet warmth of Neteyam's mouth suctioning onto your cunt, the width of the scolding heat of his textured tongue laps over your clit and hole in one lick, bringing stars across your vision as he moves to repeat the action and stop to give your clit a sucking kiss. Your legs tremble in Neteyam's hands as he continues to devour you like a man starved, groaning around your aching bud so earnestly you could become convince you're the best meal he's ever had.

You fight to stay silent, unwilling to admit how tightly your stomach is knotting or how desperately good his mouth feel against your aching pussy, but lose your already lost battle when he circles your throbbing clit around the tip of his tongue like he would play with a piece of candy. "Oh fuck..." you wheeze, sinking your nails into Ta'ashka's thickened scales as you finally allow yourself to rock back against Neteyam's tongue, being rewarded with the wide muscle of Neteyam's tongue pushing into your quivering hole in a slow massage of your gummy walls. "Oh fuck, I hate you."

Neteyam pops off your cunt for just a brief moment, licking your slick off his lips like he was a cat caught eating cream, "Hmm, I know." he replies, before pushing your ass higher in the air to expose you more for his searing mouth to gorge himself on.

"You son of a–" Ta'ashka catches your chin between his fingers before you could look over your shoulder at Neteyam again, craving your gaze on him so the small camera in his helmet can capture every flicker of your pleasure filled expressions for his viewing experience later on when he has to inevitably leave you and this planet behind.

Your eyes never cease to amaze Ta'ashka as he watches them turn wide with want and curiosity whenever they lay themselves on him, your soft features captivating beyond any galaxy he has ever visited when your big doe eyes glance down at the bulging of his loincloth, the once fear of the skull he proudly decorates his belt with now turned to mindless need to know what lies underneath. The points of his claws are almost delicate against your so easily marred flesh, never leaving the soft structure of your face as his free hand tries and fails to hide how desperate he is to free himself of his suffocating loincloth, savagely ripping the cloth off his hips.

Your tiny gasp is lost in the loud snarl Ta'ashka let's out at the feeling of his fat cock finally able to fully unsheathe itself and fall to lay heavy and slick on his thigh. The much thinner skin of his cock is littered in veins that glow ever so lightly from his pumping neon blood that's only causing the need he has for release to increase, a gnawing deep in his gut threatening to tear through his stomach in anticipation as you stare down at his cock in awe, unmoving as you process the sheer size of his twitching length sitting directly in front of your face.

The sharp tip of Ta'ashka's claw teases over the edge of your mask, the rubbery tendrils framing his masked face begin to dangle in front of your field of vision as Ta'ashka hunches over your form, setting the cold steel of his mask just a breath away from your face. "Open..." he groans, a sound that floods Neteyam's mouth even more with your slick, a demand so simple yet undeniable that you immediately move to obey.

As your lips part to take in a deep breath, Ta'ashka is already loosening the straps keeping your exopack in place, slowly pulling the glass covering off your face with a soft hiss. It was the best revelation to ever grace Ta'ashka's eyes, your unobstructed features ever so welcoming and otherworldly in nature, so eager and desperate and whiney as Neteyam moans into ever torturous lick he does against your dripping pussy. You follow the gentle guidance of Ta'ashka's rough thumbpad pushing down on your bottom lip, opening your mouth as wide as you possibly can for Ta'ashka to guide his wet and pulsing cock into your willing mouth.

The tang of salt and a unique pepper like earth taste coats your tongue as Ta'ashka pushes his leaking tips past your lips, savouring every curious lick of your tongue trying to fight the foreign sensation, a unexpected shudder wracks through Ta'ashka's body as the tip of your tongue glides over his slit, a unattended tease to such a sensitive area to the mighty Yautja warrior fighting to regain his control as your small throat sucks him further and further into the wet heat of your mouth inviting him in.

Your jaw already has begun to ache as your mouth is stretched wide to welcome the long intrusion that is Ta'ashka's twitching cock leaking down your throat already. Your want clouded mind is hazed with the heavy weight of Ta'ashka's cock nestled snuggly on your tongue as his girthy tip barely grazes the back of your throat, your stomach twisting with desire when the rumbling of his moan vibrates above you.

A soft whine leaves your throat when Neteyam pops off your cunt, lingering the burning pleasure of your building orgasm behind as further punishment for making him wait for so long. You can feel the kneading grip Neteyam has on your hips and ass, pulling your hips back to feel the hard flesh of his newly freed, pulsing cock springing up to fall in between your slick coated thighs, prominent veins decorating his length rub against your cunt as he slowly parts your sticky folds, nudging his precum soaked tip against your overly sensitive clit, coating his cock in the slick mixture of his spit and your juices.

Neteyam's abrupt yank on your body into his unintentionally pulls your mouth off of Ta'ashka's cock, saturating the air with the shrill clinks from Ta'ashka warning the Na'vi behind you. Both warriors glare at each other, sharp teeth and gleaming fangs flashing at one another until Neteyam breaks the tense scowling to scoff, "Be grateful I'm sharing and I'm even allowing you to have her mouth," Neteyam warns.

Taking the distraction he caused, Neteyam slowly begins rocking his thick tip past your tight entrance, the suffocating squeeze of your gummy walls clench in protest of the burning stretch of his length splitting you open. A pained whine vibrates around Ta'ashka's cock, drawing the creature's gaze from where your being impaled to pull out of your mouth, immediately bringing your mask back down over your face to allow you to take in a much needed breath of air. "Ah! Fuck– Teyam!" you whine, unsure of yourself if in this moment you're scolding him or begging for more.

Neteyam coos at your pleads, reveling in the little moans you let out when his thumb finds your clit once again, circling the little nub until your small body relaxes enough to welcome the full length of his girthy cock to the hilt. Neteyam's head falls forward to gaze as the most beautiful sight his cynical eyes have ever seen, the pure bliss of your tiny pussy stretched wide and shiny with need around his cock is more than enough to pull an appreciative purr from his chest. "Because after tonight, every hole she has is mine."

Ta'ashka takes care to be gentle with your mask when he pulls it off your face once again, soothing you with his own rumbling purrs. The widened nature of your eyes mimics that of a hopeless prey too much for Ta'ashka's instincts to bare, being more rough than he knows he should when he thrusts his cock back down your throat with such an anguished urge to claim you as his. A mark so deep he prays to ever god he knows that you'll taste him on your tongue forever.

Ta'ashka looks into the darkened gold of Neteyam's wicked eyes as you swallow his cock whole without complaint, "Ell-osde' pauk."

Your stuffy ears can just make out the synchronized roar of snarls that follow whatever presumed insult Ta'ashka had thrown Neteyam's way, neither of the two quite willing to let go of your soft body to grapple out their desire to possess you wholly. The commanding heat your body provides surrounding their cocks is enough to incapacity any creature on this planet or the next, searing greed bubbling deeply into their body as they begin taking anything and everything you're satin form is willing to give them.

Your lungs burn with the need for air, raw throat stuffed with Ta'ashka's leaking cock muffles the sounds Neteyam's deep thrusts are drawing out of your already wrecked hole. The sensitive peaks of your nipples have been twisted and pulled on until they're numb and stinging with pleasure, your mouth has begun to overflow with your saliva and Ta'ashka's precum flowing from the corners of yours lips and down your neck, hoarse throat relaxed enough for the girthy heat of Ta'ashka's cock to easily slip down your throat with ease. There's a tinge of animalisticness to him as he fucks your throat, a taste of what could be and a experience that'll never happen again, a sorrowful thing to mourn but is instead driven in a hollow claim that Ta'ashka knows will never last. But it is an implication not even Neteyam could take away from him.

Your clit is swollen with how it's been continuously abused in hopes it'll prolong this ever lasting moment Neteyam is bound to make of this, your pussy's so wet with your combined juices that a constant string of obnoxiously slick sounds coats the sex heated air at every punishing thrusts he gives. The heavy tip of Neteyam's cock rests on that sweet spot nestled deep in side you, reaching so deeply that you swear he's fucking your womb at this point, determined to make you unneeding and unwanting of anything but him from now on, to wreck you so intensely that you'll never have a passing thought of your former lover ever again.

The bulging of Ta'ashka's heavy balls begin to draw up where they're resting against your chin, a shadow of the electrifying burn of pleasure making it's way through your body, numb limbs not even able to support your own weight anymore as all your mind and body could focus on is the tightening of your core around Neteyam's relentless rocking, a part of your brain demands to pull away from him and rip his hands off your body, that allowing such a sweet release to occur with someone you loathe so much is forbidden in ever way. But you're beyond forbidden, and you're beyond forgiveness as your rapacious need for release washes over you.

All that you know is sex in this moment. The smell of sex and sweat filling your nose along with the natural scent of the ravenous beasts encompassing you. The sounds of wet, slick skin slapping into each other mingles together with the pants and growls and moans emanating out of all three of you. The contrasts of their body's clinging to you as they take all they can overwhelms your tired mind, body weak and hungry for a release you shouldn't want; a type of release you've never have before.

The flood of seed flowing down your throat from Ta'ashka's twitching cock masks your loud cry as you cum around Neteyam's cock, creating a thick cream ring to form on his hilt, the evidence of your orgasm streams down his abdomen and thighs like a dirty painting needing to be covered, a secret you know he'll mock you for later on and until the end of time; or until your days number out. Neteyam's own amusement doesn't last very long as his own orgasm comes crashing through him, not even bothering to cum any other place but your sticky cunt, painting your walls white with his seed he prays will stick.

It seemed to all be over in an instant.

The dripping sweat that never cease has now dried into a cold shiver that won't go away. No rough scales or velvet skin is touching you, no razor like claws or sharp teeth threatening to cut or bite your skin, not a hiss or chitter can make it to your stuffed up ears as you lay in the darkness of your mind. You're alone on a bed of leaves, the glow of night just barely shining behind your eyes to show some time has past, the exopack sitting securely on your face is almost a distraction from the burning in your throat and in between your thighs.

They're gone.

A thrill of delight shivers down your spine, relief pricking at your eyes that freedom is just at the tips of your fingers. One single bath and a snack will have you on your way to your bethrothed once again and you'll find solace in forgetting your mistakes in his arms.

In the far distance, just in range for your little human ears to hear... There's a call, quick and high pitch like of a hunter luring it's prey, or a Na'vi calling on it's steed.

Following closely after is a shrill clicking, a rumbling purr of something not of this planet. A predator seeking it's prey out of it's hiding, or a warrior signaling it's closeness to it's target.

A single tear drips from your closed eyelid to fall down onto your temple and into your hair at the unwantingly familiar calls.

This hunt is far from over.

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I feel terrible for Spider

I get that a lot of people don't like Spider as a character, but when looking through his backstory, his childhood has been straight up fucking awful. And what better way to showcase this than to do one of my favorite things: playing psychoanalyst. Miles Socorro was born on Pandora in 2154, likely a few months before the Battle for the Tree of Souls. Growing up, he resented his father, and his mother, Paz, was killed in the final battle who he feels the closest kind of connection too, even though he never got to know her. Back in Hell's Gate when he was growing up, he wasn't close to his foster parents, Nash McCosker and Mary, and really only returned to them to eat, sleep, or when the Sullys didn't want him around. He grew up his entire life immersed in Na'vi culture, so much so that he feels like he's more Na'vi than he is human, even going so far as to paint blue stripes on his skin, style his hair in Na'vi dreadlocks, and wear a Na'vi loincloth to feel more like one of them. He's fluent in their language, knows the customs of the Omatikaya, learned to live as they do, hunt as they do, and survive as they do. In a way, he's a mirror image of Jake with the key difference being that Spider doesn't have an avatar to put his consciousness into. All the while, Neytiri treats him like shit his entire childhood, berating him, keeping him away from family gatherings, and even trying to forbid him from seeing Kiri when he was growing up. Jake stands up for him from time to time and is somewhat accepting as Jake knows exactly what Spider is going through, but even then, Jake literally refers to Spider as a stray cat. Not as the person Lo'ak and Kiri are the closest to and view as a sibling but likening him to a stray animal. Neytiri has valid trauma, but that does not excuse her actions. Her actions border on actual emotional and psychological abuse, and then when slashing him with her knife and then holding him at knifepoint and threatening to kill him as leverage, it crosses the line into physical abuse. Her pain gives her no right to treat a literal child the way she has. A child is not responsible for the sins of the father, and he didn't ask to be born human, hell, he didn't even ask to be born, period.

Now, it's obvious that he looked up to Jake and Neytiri in some way before everything, maybe not parental, be he obviously had a deep respect for them. They were the parents of the people he saw as siblings, and it's obvious that even back then, he was looking for any sort of parental affection. From when he was an infant to when he is 16, he never had anything really resembling that in a way that truly mattered, which is likely another reason why he hung out with the Sully family as much as he did, and likely hoping for anything resembling that. So, when Quaritch comes back, and says that he cares, even if Quaritch was just doing it to manipulate Spider, is it any wonder he started forming a bond with the man, especially over the months he was in captivity? He's been cut out of any parental affection for really his entire life, and here comes a Na'vi clone of his biological father who appears to be offering that to him. Combine that with the possibility of some form of Stockholm Syndrome, is it any wonder why he saved Quaritch as well? And then by the time Spider is fully adopted into the Sully family, he's 16 years old, two years away from being a full-grown man. The damage is already done. If he were a real person, he would be psychologically scarred beyond belief, and it wouldn't be surprising that a person like Spider would end up with behavioral issues, difficulties forming healthy relationships, boundary issues, self-esteem issues, and potentially substance abuse issues among a laundry list of others. This poor kid deserved and still deserves way better than what he's gotten, and it's likely that his treatment over the years, not having any kind of a stable childhood, growing up without a stable family, and so many more, likely damaged him for the rest of his life. I genuinely hope that he can find some kind of peace in the upcoming movies, because thus far, his entire life has been one gigantic trainwreck.

why him if not i? | neteyam sully

pairing: neteyam sully x omatikaya!fem! reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy, protective neteyam, mentions of mating, neteyam fighting over you, kissing, fluff

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neteyam was often jealous when it came to other boys around you, he hated it when other na'vi men would flirt with you or make you smile like he does. no, you and neteyam hadn't expressed your feelings to one another but it was quite obvious with the frequent touching, flirting and always being around each other. most of the clan was waiting upon the day neteyam would announce you were mated- and so were the two of you.

neteyam had been walking through the village when he heard a group of na'vi talking, he was going to just walk past but he stopped when he heard your name being spoken. neteyam thought the group were talking bad about you, and was going to step in and tell them all off for doing so. but as he listened closely to what they were saying, they were in fact not talking bad about you but you being mated with someone, his ears perked up with curiousity as he listened in. "did you hear, y/n and karait have mated." "i know, it's sorta weird. i thought her and neteyam were a thing, obviously not." "y/n and karait are adorable though, i saw him picking flowers for her this morning."

neteyam scrunched up his face, you and karait? mated? there was no way that you and him were mated, you would've told him. neteyam knew better than to believe the words of other people, he walked away from the group in search for you to tell you about the crazy rumours until he was stopped by lo'ak who ran up to him. "bro, have you heard?"

“what?”

“y/n and karait are apparently mated.” lo’ak said, he couldn’t believe it either.

neteyam rolled his eyes, not believing him. “it’s just rumours, y/n would’ve told me.”

“i thought the same thing, right? and then i saw them together and he was like all over her.” lo’ak told him, neteyam felt a pit form in his stomach at his brothers words. “you missed your chance bro.”

neteyam stood there taking it in,“shut up.” he stormed away, he really had missed his chance with you. he waited too long.

the rest of the day neteyam had been in a bad mood, he kept on hearing people in the clan talking about you and your new ‘mate’. to say he was jealous would be an understatement. and he couldn’t help but feel hurt as well, he was almost sure you had reciprocated his feelings. that’s what he got for letting his feelings get in the way. the feeling he got was sickening when he imagined you mating with another, them getting to please you and make you feel loved- it was all suppose to be him.

neteyam was drawing back his bow, ready to take a kill- but all he could think about was you, he wasn’t his usual focused self like he was all the time. he let go of the string letting the arrow fly towards his target, missing. he barely ever misses kills. his father noticed his son’s odd behaviour, taking notice of how his mind seemed to be in another place. “what’s wrong?” jake asked making neteyam turn to him.

“nothing.” he grumbled setting down his bow, his answer so obviously not being the truth.

“sit down.” jake instructed patting the spot next to him on the log.

neteyam did as he was told and sat down next to his father, “now, are you going to tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours, son?”

neteyam’s angry expression turning into one of hurt as his father repeated his question. “i-i don’t even know.” he sighed looking down at his hands, “it’s just…” he paused wondering if he should tell his dad why he was actually upset. “it’s y/n.” he confessed.

jake hummed, knowing the two had feelings did one another. “what about her.”

“she’s been mated with someone else.” it hurt neteyam to even say the words out loud, his heart feeling like it had been clenched. speaking it out loud he felt incredibly stupid, you could mate with whoever you wanted to. he always had a lingering thought in the back of his mind that you may not choose him to be your mate- he just never really considered that it may become true.

jake furrowed his eyebrows, he had not been aware of a new mated pair in the clan. and he- like everyone else- was sure that you and neteyam would become mates. his face softened for his son, feeling bad for the situation at hand. “have you spoken to her about it?”

“no, i don’t know if i can. i’ll look stupid.” he fiddled with his 4 fingers. “and what will it do if i do speak to her about it? it’s not like she’s going to stop being mates with karait.”

jake sighed putting a hand on neteyam’s back comfortly. “there are many other women in the clan to be your mate.”

he gagged internally at the thought, being mates with anyone but you?- no. neteyam ran his hands down his face frustratingly ”there is no other like her though.”

“well, maybe not. but there are many others that would be a great tsahìk and if you have them a chance maybe you could come to like them.” jake was trying to make him feel better, but was doing the opposite.

“no- you don’t get it. i don’t want any other woman in the clan- i want y/n! she’s perfect an-and everything i have ever wanted, she was suppose to be my tsahìk. i-if my mate is not her, then i do not want a one. i’m so stupid, i messed everything up! i waited too long and now she is with a stupid skxawng.” his father was taken aback by neteyam’s sudden out burst, but he got it. neteyam too was surprised by his own burst of emotion. “sorry.” before jake could say something more neteyam got up from the log, grabbing his bow. “i’m going to head back, sorry for wasting your time.”

the trip back was horrible, he was left with only himself and his thoughts- they were mostly about how stupid he was. he was passing through some trees when he heard a laugh that was all to familiar, it always made his heart flutter- it was your laugh. he followed the direct in which it had came from. you were sitting on the grass weaving something, whilst humming a beautiful tune.

neteyam started to move back quietly but stepped on a twig that made a loud snap making your ears perk up- smiling at his presence. “i know you’re there, nete.”

“hi….” he came out of the bushes, revealing himself. you expected him to sit down but he just stood there. looking at you even made his heart hurt, the fact you would never be his.

you looked up at him, “do you want to sit with me?” neteyam nodded slowly sitting down next to to, watching as your hands worked on a basket. you noticed something was off with him the second he sat down, he usually sits close to you- but currently he left a huge gap between the two of you.

a silence fell over the two of you- which you couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence- until neteyam chose to break it by clearly his throat. “so, karait?”

“what about him?” you asked not taking your eyes off the basket, you were curious as to why he was asking about him- you were completely unaware of all the rumours going around about the two of you.

neteyam was getting a bit angry, what did you mean- what about him? he was your mate. you couldn't even tell your best friend. "you know what i mean."

you drew your eyes from the basket to meet his own, "am i suppose to?.." karait was your friend, and if you were being honest you found him kind of annoying. he was always following you around, clinging to you.

neteyam scoffed, shaking his head. "i don't get it- why wouldn't you tell me?" you grew confused, what was he talking about- and why was he getting mad at you? he noticed your confused expression. "don't act like you don't know."

"i don't know what you're talking about, nete" you put the basket down on the ground, removing your hands from it- your full attention now on neteyam.

"what does he do?" he asked, what did karait have that he didn't. "does he treat you good?- does he pick you flowers? is he a good hunter- does he spend lots of time with you- is that it?"

"karait?" oh eywa, did neteyam hate the sound of another's on your tongue.

"yes, him!" it came out harsher then he had intended it to, "what does he have, tell me."

"uh.." you started to grow slightly uncomfortable under neteyam's harsh gaze, you had never seen neteyam raise his voice before- besides when he was shouting at lo'ak. "he's nice, i guess?"

neteyam's jaw clenched, "he's nice, you guess? that's it? he's nice?"

"he's quite good with a bow?" why was he asking so much about karait, you were so confused. "i don't know what you want me to say." you laughed.

"i just want to hear it from you, just tell me the truth. i already know." he was hurt, you were laughing. how were you so unbothered by this, he had everything karait had if not more. why did you choose him, why did you string him along all this time just to go off with another?

"nete, i-"

"what does he have that i don't?" his eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal, and they were directed right at you. "were all those things you told me lies? all the promises you made to me?"

"everything i've told you is the truth. what is going on with you neteyam?" why couldn't he just tell you what he was talking about? had you missed something?

"what's going on with me?- what's going with you?" he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. "were you trying to spare my feelings, is that why you didn't tell me?"

before you could answer another voice appeared. "y/n!- i knew i would find you here...." karait appeared coming from the same direct neteyam had minutes ago, trailing off as he saw neteyam sitting down with you. he looked between the two of you, he could sense the thick tension between you and neteyam. "uh- sorry, am i interrupting something?.."

"karait-" you were about to tell him to go away, he really couldn't have came at a worse time- could he? he always managed to pop up randomly- it was weird how he knew were you were everyday. before you could tell him to go away though, someone beat you to it.

neteyam's hands formed into a tight fist, jaw clenching tighter at karait's arrival. he stood up angrily, narrowing his eyes dangerously at karait. "yes, you are. you've interrupted a lot actually."

karait looked around confused at neteyam's harsh tone. neteyam looked down to what the na'vi was holding in his hand, flowers- your favourite ones. the ones he always got for you. "look man, i'll just come back later- it's fine." he began to turn around to head back.

"no you're not."

karait stopped, turning back around and met neteyam's gaze. "excuse me?"

your eyes widened, "neteyam." you whispered harshly, to tell him to stop but he ignored you.

neteyam took a step forward, standing tall trying to intimidate karait as he stood taller than him by a couple of inches. "you heard me, you're not going to come back later."

kariat chuckled, "i don't think that's really your decision." he then turned to looked at you. you were still sitting down on the grass, you looked like you were so lost- because you were. "do you want me to come back later, y/n?"

"uh-" for the third time today neteyam cut you off- which you were getting extremely annoyed at- moving to stand in front of you. blocking kariat's view of you, standing protectively. you sighed rolling your eyes- but you would be lying if you said you didn't find him being protective extremely attractive.

"don't talk to her."

kariat smirked as he suddenly realised why neteyam was being like this- he liked you, just like he did. kariat narrowed his eyes not breaking eye contact with neteyam. taking a step forward, as he stood up straight mimicking neteyam's body language. "yeah? what are you gonna do about it- she's not your mate."

neteyam hissed, baring his sharp fangs dangerously at kariat challenging him. kariat hissed back standing his ground. you thought kariat was extremely dumb, challenging turuk maktos son. you stood up quickly off the ground, putting your hand on neteyam's shoulder from behind him trying to pull him back but he didn't budge. "neteyam- what are you doing!" you thought he was just being ridiculous at this point.

"i've got this, y/n." he replied turning to look at you then turned back to kariat, speaking so he could hear him. "gonna show this skxqwng what a real man is." kariat hissed in reply.

"now is not the time to compare dick sizes, nete!" you whisper yelled over his shoulder at him gritting your teeth frustratedly, still trying to pull him back. you came into the forest to peacefully weave a basket for hunting, not to watch two na'vi fight.

"oh yeah? now is the perfect time to." you sighed frustratedly, you knew he wouldn't back down. neteyam was usually not the one to get into fights-but if it involved someone he loved, he wouldn't hesitate to knock some sense into a na'vi.

"don't try and protect him, y/n. this skxqwng is asking for it." kariat spat, you weren't trying to protect neteyam from him. he was one to the best warriors in the clan- if not the best. you were trying to protect him from neteyam, but kariat was the one asking for it now.

"i told you before, don't talk to her!" neteyam growled venom laced through his words, he turned his head slightly to you, his tone completely changing to a soft loving whisper. "go sit down y/n and finish off that beautiful basket, i don't want you getting hurt." you removed your hand hesitantly from his shoulder and slowly moved away picking up your half woven basket and went to go sit down on a log not far away from them.

neteyam watched a you sat down and turned back to kariat, "i know what this is all about, you heard everyone talking didn't you?" kariat smirked at him. "thought i would tell everyone, so i didn't have to when it actually happened."

neteyam's blood boiled, the two of you weren't even mates. he had gotten worked up over nothing and had gotten mad at you, and told everyone you were his. oh, he was gonna get it. with one final hiss neteyam charged at him, throwing a hard punch to kariat's nose making him fall back- neteyam wasn't going to hold back, he had been holding in his anger all day and kariat was going to be the one to get it all.

kariat stumbled back, regaining himself throwing a punch at neteyam, landing on his jaw. neteyam stumbled back and reached up towards his lips swiping one finger across it, looking back down to his finger seeing blood on it. he smirked as he looked back up to kariat who had a bruise forming on his nose already. all of kariats confidence washed away quickly, being replaced with fear as neteyam threw multiple punches at him- landing a hit every single time.

you winced looking at kariat's bloodied face from neteyam's hits, kariat did not look too good. neteyam kneed him in the stomach then threw kariat onto the grass harshly, they were only a few seconds into the fight and kariat already wanted to withdraw from it. neteyam bent down and got right in the na’vis face, “if you even so as go near y/n again, i’ll do worse than this. and you better go back and tell everyone that you and y/n are not mated, understand?” he didn’t responded. “i said, do you understand.”

“ye-yes.”

neteyam was about to hit him again when he felt a hand pulling him back, “okay, that’s enough neteyam. i think you’ve proved your point.” you looked down at kariat who sent you a thankful look. neteyam sighed as he got up sending one last glare at kariat- who pounced up quickly and limped away, scared that neteyam would do more. as soon as he left you turned to neteyam, “okay, now. care to explain to me what just happened?”

“oh uh..” neteyam trailed off, he didn’t really know what to say. “i didn’t like him?”

you gave him a blank look, obviously not believing him. “right.” you shook your head, rolling your eyes. “i’m leaving.” you went to turn around but by a firm grip on your hand.

“he told the whole clan that you two had mated.” your eyes widened in shock, everyone in the clan thought you and kariat were mates? oh eywa. “and- and i was mad and hurt because i…” he trailed off.

“because you?..” you asked softly wanting him to finish off his sentence.

neteyam met your eyes and gulped. “because.. i wanted you to be my mate.” your mouth fell agape, you could feel a smile starting to form on your lips. “i’m sorry for believing everyone and not asking you before and getting mad at you earlier, i should’ve never raised my voice at you. i was just really hurt and jealous that you chose someone else, i know it’s no excuse though and- you can choose whoever you want to be your mate, because you can obviously choose anyone-” he rambled on until you stopped him by crashing your lips on his, he was taken back a bit but quickly returned the kiss. his whole soul had been longing to meet your lips, to kiss every inch of you.

the two of you broke the kiss, neteyam cursed himself for needing to breath- he didn’t want to ever stop kissing you. “for being the smartest person i know you really are dumb aren’t you?” you chuckled, neteyam still speechless from the kiss. “do you really ever think i’d choose anyone over you, nete? it’s always been you.”

he grinned widely like a child who had just had his first clean kill, “can i please kiss you again?”

Kiri the Dove and Spider

I've fallen ill with sudden temperature, so that's the final piece so sorry💦

This is so fucking rad OMG lemme kiss you in the mouth mwuah

Design wip for my afop character Mo’nari!

Currently working on her Sarentu gf and once they’re finished I’ll post them both along with their backgrounds :)

First footage from Cinemacon of Avatar: Fire and Ash (spoilers)

- 3D Best Visuals with air balloons Medusa

- Jake's kids are taken by the Windtrader by Peylak to the Ash Tribe of Varang, the main villains of this part. Attack them.

- Quaritch in new looks "Mangwan Ash Clan" menacing than ever

- Quaritch clashes with Jake again at the Ash Clan with Parker, which looks at them terrified.

- Jake leads an army to attack the other side with Neytiri and Spider.

- Jake and Loak fight with headbutt.

- Neytiri fights with Ash Clan and possibly Wainfleet to her injury, some Na'vi was shot and fall on the ground.

- Varang, the leader said ,"Your goddess has no dominion here," to Kiri.

- Spider is shown passing out with his helmet failing. He falls down a cliff.

- Neytiri fights Varang until she is injured.

- fight dazzing footage and the return of Payakan

19 December, I beg you, come sooner!!