#na'vi biology

[torukmaktoskxawng]

I've been making an avatar OC and she's a zoologist and I've come up with some things for Ikran that probably don't hold up well in canon

But I like to think about the biology of the world, I'm in a bio class. Do you think the herbivores have multi compartment stomachs? Do Ikran have gizzards? How do Pal'i get enough nutrients from nectar?

YES I LOVE THESE QUESTIONS:

Herbivores = multiple stomachs: They would almost have to, right? With the amount of vegetation they eat, they would need multiple stomachs to break down and digest everything properly (a design flaw on our part if you ask me. How come I can't have four stomachs?)

Ikran gizzard: Highly possible! If they do, it's obviously the Pandoran equivalent compared to what's known on Earth, but ikran are flight creatures that are also derived from the tsurak, an aquatic animal, and since we know that all birds and some aquatic animals on Earth have gizzards, it would make sense to me.

If you haven't already, I highly recommend purchasing Avatar-lore sourcebooks, especially if you're interested in Pandoran biology for you OC! I own both Visual Dictionaries (1 and 2) and James Cameron's Avatar: An Activist Survival Guide, which are both helpful tools in answering questions such as whether or not the pa'li gets enough nutrients from nectar!

In both books, they state that pa'li do not solely eat the sap from the direhorse pitcher plant. The sap is just their favorite food and are known to also eat tree bark, shrubs, and the insects that get stuck in said sap.

Another cool fun fact about pa'li from the source material:

"Xenobiologists believe that the touch of these antennae [between pa'li] is for pleasure and affection, and also a means of transferring information about food sources and potential dangers."

Anyway, thanks for the question! ❤️

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Distant cousins of the jungle's stingbat, the aptly named stunbat (Tsealìm in Na'vi) is a native of the Txepìva volcanic plains that hunts by diving from great heights and colliding with their prey head-first, stunning them.

Their head is blunt, with a threefold crest reminiscent of the great leonopterix's dual one, but significantly more ossified. Their neck is thick and muscular, to help support the structure, but also to weather the high velocity impacts.

The hands, small and with fused fingers in jungle stingbats, are much larger here, and used to catch stunned prey falling from the sky, or pick them off the ground as they swoop down. It also allows stunbats to eat on the fly, as it were, as the plains' chaotic environment doesn't always provide them with safe perching opportunities. 

Stunbats have short, prehensile neural queues that retract under thick, keratinous neck frills. The extra mobility of this limb allows them to make quick connections while in mid-air, front to back, back to back, or belly to belly, the latter being the more commonly seen one, accompanied by a stabilising "handshake".

The stunbat's vision is excellent. Early research by Eyris Makri with the Tuin clan of the Txepìva showed that their domesticated stunbats were able to spot prey up to 4 miles away, seeing clearly at ten times the distance of their Na'vi handlers. Their primary eyes show a high concentration of foveas, giving them enough focus to clearly distinguish prey moving against the complex backdrop of the plains and lava fields. 

Although the stunbat's barbed tail has lost most of its poisonous sting, it is still used in defence against larger predators. Their best defence, however, remains a Na'vi bow.

It is hard to tell exactly when domestication started, though the olo'eyktan of the Tau'un clan claims one of his ancestors was the first to tame a stunbat. We're told this happened during the "Time of Long Nights", but dating that event is equally complicated. Current estimations are a minimum of two millenia.

During that time, the stunbat's range remained tied to the volcanic plains of the Txepìva clans, although the species has been observed by Serafiina Hukkala as far out as Mons St. Helen. One must note that the stunbat is unlike our previous study case of the Viperhound, which are bred for various purposes. Interviews with Txepìva hunters (Makri et al.) suggest that their relationship to the Na'vi is similar to that of cats and humans, with multiple domestication events, beneficial to both species. Na'vi led breeding appears to be very incidental, as stunbats tend to fly off to find mates in the wild, rather than mating among their clan's flock.

This species is significantly larger than their forest cousins.

The most common uses of stunbats are for scouting and hunting. While hunting of small game is extremely similar to what humans once achieved with eagles, stunbats also take part in hunting expeditions for large prey. 

They are used to follow the movements of herds, but also to help separate young calves from their mothers, or the weak and wounded, by dive bombing them (Hukkala et al.) They understand complex orders, communicate with clicks and shrieks, and will come to hang on the queue or harness of their paired Txepìva to share more detailed visuals through Tsaheylu.

This is also how they are used for scouting. Serafiina Hukkala postulated that the stunbats' mated pair lifestyle influenced Txepìva culture by making the act of scouting a couple's task. Scouting, we must remind the reader, is a lot more crucial to the Txepìva, who have no qualms waging war against each other for the domination of water sources and fertile land. Raiding parties, while not frequent, are a banal part of life on the plains. Even small children learning to work with stunbats will be sent on sentry duties, often on the back of a Lenonin Hound. 

The reason mated pairs of stunbats are favoured is because of their long flight range and their ability to connect together in mid-air. This means one side of the couple can move far ahead, and report back to their partner, already extended to the edge of their range. A couple of scouting stunbats effectively covers double the range a single hunter would.

Stunbats are occasionally used to communicate with similar techniques. While one half of a pair can be sent to deliver a message to another tribe, the other remains with their clan (often brooding). The homing individual (whichever has best endurance, as both sexes feed and brood chicks at will) can find its way back to them even if the clan is on the move. More research is needed on their communication capabilities. 

When travelling or staying in temporary camps, stunbats are housed in loose baskets designed to let them hang onto the side. These carriers are custom made by every clan and come in many forms and sizes. Brooding stunbats are carried, either by a Na'vi who will fashion straps to turn the basket into a backpack, or tied to the back of Leonin Hounds.

In more permanent camps, the Texpiva craft treillis to give them places to hang from. Serafiina Hukkala reported a clan that arranged dried branches and material for firewood as perches, while Eyris Makri stayed with a couple who fashioned fake branches at the top of their tents, like rafters. Both heard reports of clans that house their stunbats along with their livestock, but the practice seemed frowned upon.

The bond between Na'vi and Tsealìm needs further study. It isn't as exclusive as with an ikran, but much more complex than with direhorses. Stunbats bond strongly with a small family node, and more weakly with the extended family and friend group. Tsaheylu is typically only done with their main Na'vi hunters, although the stunbat can be introduced and passed down to children. 

Emergency tsaheylu was witnessed twice by Makri, when a scout had urgent reports and the stunbat was sent ahead. Connection was made with the clan's tsahìk, who had a habit of bonding with every newborn stunbat. The practice, we were told, can be controversial. 

Hunter depicted without ornaments, to highlight the process of Tsaheylu.

Some clans craft harnesses for hunters to better carry and support their stunbats, while others prefer natural body-to-body contact. The folding or tying of the neural queue to allow for better access to the kuru/tendrils seems universal among all interviewed hunters and scouts. Different styles were observed and will be presented in our published notebooks, after our paper on the use of stunbats in skirmishes and outright warfare, as the Txepìva practice it.

Part II of @straydaddy (art and design) and @bluedaddysgirl (lore concept + final art entry) in-world collaborative study, "Introduction to the Txepiva clans, their nomadic pastoralism and niche selective breeding practices in species of stingbats and viperwolves". On twitter we are Knarme and Bluedaddysgirl

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Stunbat Lore!

@bluedaddysgirl and I have been designing these creatures that accompany their Txepìva na'vi. Here is our earlier thread on 'viperhounds', domesticated and extremely diverse 'dogs' of these volcanic plains dwelling clans!

...And here is @bluedaddysgirl's original thread on our second creature, the Stunbat!

I happened to make new edits and whole illustrations when I was re-formatting the contents of the original Stunbat posts for Twitter/X, so here's an updated version of the Stunbat thread!

Link to the Twitter thread; https://x.com/knarme/status/1773035137699135920?s=20

Credits; The Txepìva na'vi, their volcanic plains biome, the illustrations on the 'last page' & and all the text is by @bluedaddysgirl

The basket illustrations and Stunbat lore are collaborations between myself @straydaddy and @bluedaddysgirl.

The designs of the Stunbats and Viperhounds and the rest of the illustrations are by me, @straydaddy

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Avatar 3 - Varang, design based on my own idea of what the ash people will look like.

She will be played by Oona Chaplin, so I based Varang’s features off of hers heavily.

Also, this is just speculation, but my gut feeling is that Varang will be Recom Miles Quaritch’s love interest going forward as well. Since Miles’ journey is supposed to be a dark mirror to Jake’s story. And she is reportedly going to be in the rest of the films going forward along with Quaritch as antagonists.

Additional fact: Fire Na’vi Ears

The fire Na’vi/ Ash people possess the largest ears of the Na’vi despite their cold-temperate environment. These ears have evolved as highly sensitive sensory organs that detect changes in air pressure and temperature as well as being particularly good at hearing infrasound frequencies, all of these adaptations are to help them avoid the dangers of their volcanic home. Due to these specialised adaptations these ears also have more muscles for fine motor control that exceeds what is typical of Na’vi biology.

These ears do have an additional trait, as temperatures can fluctuate wildly from freezing winters & temperate summers to boiling hot lava flows their ears are able to expand and contract, decreasing or increasing the surface area exposed to air that helps regulate and monitor body temp. When in severe cold the ears fold over (imagine folding a piece of paper - landscape) and muscles contract to pull the ears closer to the head where they are often tucked under hair or a hat. This does reduce their ability to sense their surrounding and dampens their hearing but such an extreme bodily reaction are usually reserved for especially harsh conditions.

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The Fire Na’vi live in a cold to temperate climate (ranging from north Mediterranean to Icelandic temperatures) with excessive volcanic activity causing wild fluctuations in localised temperatures.

Because of this their ears have evolved into highly sensitive atmospheric sensors that can detect minute changes in air pressure and temperature, that can also expand and contract depending on the atmosphere to regulate body temperature.

Their large ear size being a side affect of their increased range of infrasound detection (low frequency sounds) that allows them to monitor and predict the seismic activity in the region, the advantage of the increased hearing range outweighing the negatives of having large ears in a cold climate. Though the ears can shrink and fold on themselves as a way to combat excessively low temperatures preventing heat loss, this is also why the ash clans enjoy their hair longer & looser than most Na’vi as they regularly tuck their ears into their hair when the cold season becomes particularly harsh.

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I can't tell what would be better, Mo'at and Eytukan being young parents or "old" parents. We know Neytiri and Jakes kids are (mostly) teenagers by the time they're in their 30s, meanwhile when Neytiri was 18, Mo'at was (from what I could find) in her 50s, which means Neytiri wasn't born until her 30s, which again, Neytiri and Jake already have teenagers by.

On its own that means either

A) Neytiri and Jake are definitely considered young parents, even though by Na'vi standards they are definitely adults and Mo'at and Eytukan had children at what is considered the average for the Na'vi

OR

B) Neytiri and Jake had kids at what is considered normal and Mo'at and Eytukan had children "later in life" which idk why, but seems so cute to me.

I also just think that it's an interesting conversation to have given that the Na'vi life span is longer than a humans, some sources saying about 100 years, others saying up to 160ish years, AND they mature/reach adulthood faster than a human, so what is considered old by their standards? Mo'at is old being 50 because Na'vi mature around 16 or so? Or young because the Na'vi can live to 100+ years so she would be at the oldest "middle aged"?

The Na'vi lifespan also leads me to question gestational periods, if they have something akin to menopause and if so when that would hit, and if not/not til notably later than humans, would it be weird or completely normal for say a pair of Na'vi parents in their 70s to have children as old as 50 AND as young as say, 20 or so?

What do you guys think?

[nerosdayinanime]

trying to figure out how to draw na'vi

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VtI Vocab Glossary

A list of all the Na’vi terms that show up in Vitra te Ikran, to hopefully bring clarity to those attempting to read the fic. Terms are sorted by functional groupings. This does not include character names.

Titles

Ikran Makto - rider of ikran, someone who has completed Iknimaya and has bound an ikran. This right of passage is associated with Na’vi, particularly Omatikaya, coming of age, and earns the person who undertakes it some measure of respect due to the danger and effort involved. Not all Na’vi choose to become Ikran Makto.  

Olo’ekytan - the leader of a clan, who guides the clan in secular matters such as war, diplomacy, and other affairs of day to day life. Typically mated to the Tsahik, maintaining harmony and unity in the leadership of the clan. The position is not technically hereditary, though it is often passed on to the previous Olo’ekytan’s children. 

Sa’nok - the Na’vi word for mother. Typically a female Na’vi’s name will reference the name of their mother. For example, Neytiri’s full name is Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite. Tskaha is her family name, after which comes the name of her mother, Mo’at, with the -‘ite suffix showing her relation to Neytiri.

Sempul - the Na’vi word for father. A male Na’vi’s name will reference the name of their father. For example, Tsu’tey’s full name is Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan. First comes his personal name, then his family name, Rongloa, and then Ateyo’s name, modified by the suffix -itan, which names him as Tsu’tey’s father.

Toruk Makto - rider of Toruk. While it is technically possible for any Na’vi to become Toruk Makto, only a scattered handful in the clans memories ever have. The position is one that comes with great respect and renowned. The last Toruk Makto was Tyuni'tai, Eytukan’s ancient forefather, who bound himself to a Toruk in order to borrow its strength so that he could lead the clans out of a time of great sorrow. Even now the many clans remember him and revere his memory, honoring any who might take up his mantle.  

Tsahik - the spiritual leader of the clan, akin to a shaman. The position is solely held by women, one who is typically mated to the Olo’ekytan, advising him on matters spiritual. The Tsahik interprets Eywa’s will and is the voice of the goddess among her people, often talented in skills of healing and divination. When searching for a successor, the Tsahik will often chose a girl of her clan who shows great aptitude and closeness to Eywa. 

Tsmuke - the Na’vi word for sister, used when referring to siblings related to you by blood. 

Events, Ceremonies, and associated

Eltungawng - a species of worm, pink-violet in colour, which glow even in daylight. Also known as the glow worm. They reach 8 to 15cm in length, and can be found within the rotting wood of the syo’siyk tree. The worms are ingested during Uniltaron as part of the process to induce hallucinations and a dream-state, which connects the Na’vi more closely to Eywa.

Iknimaya - the journey to fight and bond an ikran, typically undertaken as a right of passage by young Na’vi reaching adulthood. While the other clans have their own equivalents, in the case of the Omatikaya it involves a journey of several days on pa’li back to reach the floating mountains, and then a long ascent, before finally reaching the ikran and seeking one who will challenge them to fight. Hopefuls typically wear war-paint, bearing the patterns and colours of their families and clan when embarking on the journey, to bring them strength, fortitude, and luck. 

Uniltaron - the dream hunt. While the Iknimaya is an optional ceremony, ever member of the Omatikaya undergoes Uniltaron as part of their right of passage into the clan, stepping out of their life as a child and being reborn as an adult and a full member of the clan. The ceremony involves including a hallucinatory dream state through consumption of an eltungawng and a mixture of herbs, combined with a sting of a kaliweya (see: animal glossary). The ceremony is held beneath the light of the moon Valili, occurring only once or twice a year as the celestial bodies allow.

Unil’ioang - a Na’vi’s dream animal, discovered through the process of Uniltaron. The creature is thought to represent the Na’vi's identity, and is speculated by some to be a beast that they made have been in a previous life, before Eywa granted them Na’vi form.

Celestial Bodies 

Bininya - the third biggest moon circling Payina, smaller than both Eywa and Valili both, earning her a place as the youngest of the sisters. Bininya is pale in colour, a pearly white which reflects Payina’s blue glow. She is said to be the most timid of the sisters, shy and reclusive, never straying far from Payina’s side. Once, she was said to have fallen in love with the sun, Tsawke, becoming one part of the pair of first lovers. Tsawake and Bininya were too distant however to ever do more than gaze at each other longingly, Bininya unwilling to leave her sisters side, earning her a place in the tale of the first heartbreak. 

Eywa - the goddess, the living spirit of Pandora. Eywa embodies every living thing upon the moon, as well as the moon itself. All things are part of her, and all things live upon her surface. She is seen as the great mother, the one who gives life to all living things, and the one to whom life returns when it has run its course. All living creatures are her children and beloved by her. The Na’vi revere her, believe her voice can be heard through the happenings of nature and through contact with things such as the Tree of Souls. Categorized by the humans as an extrasolar moon orbiting the gas giant of the Polyphemus. 

Payina - Eywa’s eldest sister, known to the humans as the gas giant Polyphemus of the  Alpha Centauri System. The planet is immense and blue, dominating the skies of Pandora, reflecting the luminous light of the sun. Payina is known to be gentle and kindly in nature, in her generosity creating her sisters and holding them aloft so that they might dance through the skies alongside her. Twice a year, Payina blocks the sun and causes an eclipse that lasts weeks, creating the long twilight - the Nul Txon'ongmaw. When the sun returns, it begins the coming of the rainy seasons, causing monsoons.

Tsawke - the sun, known to the humans as Alpha Centauri A, and the only male celestial body within the heavens. Tsawke is both ferocious and gentle, his light bringing with it the life which allows all things to grow, touching fertile soil and bringing life. While present within Na’vi stories, Tsawke often takes a secondary role to the Eywa and her sisters, who the Na’vi revere more greatly. Tsawke came into existence in the same moment as Payina, with the rest of the sisters following afterwards.  

Valili - the biggest moon orbiting Payina, the second eldest of the sisters. Valili is a fraction of Payina’s size, coloured a deep dusty red run through with veins of marbled ivory. She can be seen circling her eldest sister, often bright in the sky at different times of years, her presence having the greatest influence on Pandora’s tides. Because of her relationship with the ocean, Valili is said to be the one who summons storms, and so is known to have a fickle, antagonistic nature. Valili’s presence is used to mark when Uniltaron may be performed, with the ceremony carried out beneath her bright light as she reaches her apex in the sky. This time only comes once or twice a year, making it a rare event to plan for.  

Clans

Atinikya - a desert dwelling clan of Na’vi, from far to the [direction]. The Atinikya are secretive and private, rarely allowing visitors. They hide their faces from all but their mates and children, shrouding their bodies to protect themselves from the heat of the sun. What little of their skin is visible tends to be painted with patterns of dye, the meaning of which is known only to them. The Atinikya are one of the few clans that don’t live together, residing instead in smaller family groups spread out through their territory, which shift and intermingle, moving between watering spots.  

Kekuna’an - a coastal clan of Na’vi, lead by the Olo’ekytan Wi’erya. The clan makes their homes in the stormy cliffs above the ocean, hunting great beasts of the deep atop their ikran. Members of the Kekuna’an are known for their tattoos, often geometric patterns in red and black, and for their great skill as warriors. Life on the coast is harsh and violent, and those who dwell there are fierce and not easily swayed by fear.

Li’ona - a jungle dwelling clan, similar to the Omatikaya, located a great distance away. They are the most remote of the Omatikaya’s near neighbors. Members of the clan are known for their habits of scarification, writing the important events of their lives into the skin in the form of patterns. 

Omatikaya - a jungle dwelling clan, led by Eytukan and Mo’at. The clan makes their living off the bounty of the jungle and are known for their skill in weaving, trading great story tapestries woven on the mas’kit nivi sa’nok in exchange for goods from the other clans. Members of the Omatikaya are known for the fine bead-work in their clothing and hair, and for the beauty of their hair braids. 

Siwana’ate - a grasslands clan, located [direction]. While the Omatikaya prize ikran, the Siwana’ate hold pa’li in utmost reverence, so much of their lives taking place on the back of their great mounts. The clan is migratory, shifting with the grassland rains and following the great herds that dwell there. Members of the Siwana’ate clan are known for their body piercings, made of carved bone, and for their jewelry, each grown Siwana’ate typically wearing upwards two dozen bangles and bracelets. The clan is one of the Omatikaya’s closest contacts, the two often trading, with the Siwana’ate giving the Omatikaya pottery and ceramics in exchange for their baskets and weave-work. 

Biology and Anatomy

Operculi - breathing holes used by creatures of Pandora to allow additional air to enter their respiratory systems, allowing them to compensate for their large size. Typically found along the neck, but also sometimes located along the belly and ribs. Often covered with a flap of skin that open and closes as they breath.

Tsaheylu - the bond. A connection between minds and spirits formed when two beings connect their tswin. It allows them to feel each other’s mind and bodies as if they were a single being. It is used when riding pa’li, when bonding with ikran, any activity in which animals and people must work in harmony and unison. Among Na’vi, it is only performed among mates, with the act of two adult Na’vi connecting minds being what binds them as a mated pair. 

Tswin - a neural cord of delicate sensitive pink tendrils, which are connected directly to the owner’s brain, known to humans as the queue. All beings on Pandora have a tswin in some form or another, in animals tswin often manifesting within long antenna, typically occurring in a pair of two. Na’vi have a single tswin that emerges from the base of their skull, which they conceal and protect within a long braid. A Na’vi will only ever touch the tswin of their mate and their children, helping their child braid their tswin until the age when they can manage the task themselves.  

Plants and Insects

Atokirina' - a seed of the Tree of Souls. While technically a plant, it has an appearance more like an animal, similar to a small jellyfish that drifts gently through the air, glowing faintly. To see one is an auspicious sign, and they are seen as portents and envoys of the will of Eywa. 

Eyaye - also known as a warbonnet fern. A jungle species of herbaceous plant with a splaying fan of iridescent blue leaves, split into numerous long fingers. 

Ean’su - also known as the blue palm, a spaces of tree which grows in the jungles of Pandora. It’s leaves are a vibrant blue, glowing with soft pink patterns at night. The leaves a common weaving material used by the Omatikaya.

Ie’tswesya - a water anemone, found in rivers and other sources of deep fresh water, such as jungle pools and lakes. They are the main source of bioluminescence in water, glowing in a range of pinks, purples, blues, and greens, lighting up the water. Their long fingers sway gently in the current, surrounding a great circular face. Though large, they only grow up to four feet tall, lying low in the riverbed. 

Hahaw’syu - a type of flower which grows deep in the forest, a vine with curling deep-purple flowers. The flowers contain compounds that have sedative properties, and are collected and dried by Na’vi, burned as incense. The smoke is used by Na’vi healers as a sedative, and sometimes as an anesthetic. 

Kiyal-iyt - a species of small black jungle beetle, whose shell are ground for medicinal use. It’s use as an antitoxin by Na’vi, and is use to treat many forms of poisoning them, among them the toxin of the tìhawnuwll. The species can be found near water, often among river reeds. 

Litsi’i - a species of jungle plant, grass-like in nature, with long narrow pale green leaves. They can be found growing on the forest floor, or sometimes on the branches of greater trees, where soil and loam have accumulated, the plants themselves sometimes spanning up to seven feet in height. The leaves are collected by Na’vi and woven still green to make baskets, which when left to dry for a few hours tighten and become water-tight. 

Loreyu - known to the humans as a helicoradian. It’s a species that’s neither entirely plant or animal, existing in a similar functional niche to aquatic filter feeders. The main part of the plant is composed of a large spiraling orange fan which is held in the open air, absorbing sunlight and filtering the air for particle matter. When touched and startled, the loreyu will retract its leaves into the base of its stem, retreating into a defensive position.   

Ptkia - a type of nut, not unlike a hazelnut, with a hard thick shell, and a small round seed within. It’s crushed and used to make a type of ground meal, which can be used to make savory cakes by mixing with water, spices, and shredded meat. 

Rawp - small bulb plant, with glowing blue-turquoise skin, known to the humans as bladder polyps. They’re common in the undergrowth and growing on the bark of great trees, and are grown throughout the hometree by the Omatikaya for the light they provide. They aren’t typically eaten, but have been used as a famine food in times of great hunger and strife.  

Syo’siyk - a light-bringing willow, a type of tree found in the jungles of Pandora with long weeping leaves. Technically grows as an epiphany, its roots anchored to the branches of great forest trees, forming part of the upper canopy. At night, its leaves are patterned with glowing turquoise patterns. Within the rotting wood of this tree live eltungawng, glowing worms which are collected for use during Uniltaron. 

Tìhawnuwll - a toxic plant that grows in the jungle, very similar in appearance to the psiwll. It’s small, with clustered leaves that are a deep waxy green, run through with red veins. Leaf hairs on the surface of the leaves contain a potent neurotoxin capable which enters the bloodstream on contact. The area of contact must be washed immediately if contact is made.  

Txur’tleki - a species of jungle shrub with thick waxy leaves, made up of a series of long stalks which give rise to great wide leaves, spread out in long fingers, each leaf up to several feet in width and length. The underside of the leaves reveal the veins of the plant, where thick fibers give it structure. The Na’vi cut and collect the leaves of this species, drying them and extracting the tough fibers for use in weaving baskets. 

Foods

Atiweni'i - a type of savory cake made using the ground meal of the ptkia nut, mixed with spices, water, and shredded meat to make a thick paste that is then wrapped in leaves and cooked in the embers of a fire or steamed. The result is filling and warm, and is commonly eaten by Na’vi of the Omatikaya Clan.

Hayal'zize - honey of the zize, or hellwasp (see: animal glossary). Rich in energy, and prized both as a delicacy and as a food for the pregnant, elderly, and infirm, Na’vi will often embark on group endeavors to go harvest honey from the a zize nest. The process can take several hours and be dangerous, requiring lulling the wasps into a sedated state using smoke in order to access the hive.

Layon’suk - a type of black fruit, with a similar texture to a pear. Often collected during the rainy season, when the fruit reach their sweetest taste. They can be eaten raw, but are considered a delicacy when wrapped and cooked within the embers of a fire. 

Piak - a type of pale white insect grub, similar to a caterpillar, with translucent creamy skin and a small black head. The larvae are fat, reaching up to 5cm in length. They’re eaten by the Na’vi, often as a food for those who are sick or weakened, so that they may keep up their strength. Their taste is earthy and slightly bitter. 

Psiwll - a type of small jungle plant with waxy green leaves run through with red, easily mistaken for the toxic tìhawnuwll, which looks very similar. The paleness of the base of the psiwll’s stem, right above the root, is the main factor distinguishing the two. The seeds of the plant are edible and are collected and ground to make a sort of rough pancake. 

Okoyya - a type of small purple berry, which is known for its intense sweetness. It grows on vines, and can be found on the stems on the underside of the leaves. It’s most common application is in making tsu’tsukiiya, or in fermenting in swo’er to create a very sweet type of wine. 

Swo’er - a type of fermented wine, made from jungle fruit spiced with herbs. It’s sour and potent, brewed in great ceramic jars which are stored in the ground chamber of the hometree. The store of jars is brewed collectively by the clan, with the drink broken out at special events. Each jar can take several months to brew, kept for up to two years. The Omatikaya rarely make their own ceramics, instead trading for these jars with the Siwana’ate.

Syalsi - a type of small jungle berry, which grows on a vine, similar to a blackberry. Their taste is strong and sour, and they’re eaten by infirm Na’vi to keep their strength up. Men will often collect them for their pregnant mates, or families will gather them to offer to elderly relatives. 

Syä'ämauti - small vibrantly yellow berries, each about the size of a small bead. They’re intensely sour and inedible in their raw form, traditionally eaten by passing them through the flames to roast them a little, with the charring and heat mobilizing the sugars in the berries and sweetening them. They’re eaten in small potions, or in conjunction with other meals to add flavor.  

Tsu’tsukiiya - a type of N’avi confectionery, often made on special occasions and considered a great delicacy. Its made by grinding the spicy shell of a  unyor'ii fruit, then mixing the resulting hot spice with melted fat from a  swey'yayao, and dipping a sweet okoyya berry in it. The berry is then passed through the fire, glazing the fat-spice mixture and hardening it into a crunchy shell. The resulting food is extremely spicy, and extremely sweet, with a crisp thin out of shell of burning spice around a hot and juicy inner berry. 

Unyor'ii - a type of fruit, composed of a dark orange berry within a deep red shell. The shell is inedible by itself, and the fruit a very potent and somewhat unpleasant taste. When ground however the shell can be used to make a form of very hot spice, which is used in small quantities for seasoning foods or as a principle ingredient in tsu’tsukiiya. 

Wehi’ang - a type of beetle grub, with black skin and thin plates of armor. A common food of the Omatikaya, collected and roasted over the fire until the grub’s armor blackens and splits. Savory in flavor, and very filling, often cooked with spices and herbs. 

Items

Nivi - a sleeping hammock, woven out of living ‘ana vines. The shell of the nivi reacts to touch, and can be stroked to curl around the sleeper or to open wider. The weaving of a nivi is a family affair, with parents and siblings helping out. Subtle patterns in the weave reflect the owner’s family and heritage. Nivi hang together in the upper levels of the hometree, strung over open space, and its common etiquette never to peer into another Na’vi’s nivi. 

Mas’kit nivi sa’nok - the mother loom. The pride and joy of the Omatikaya, and the frame within they make their great story tapestries. It stands six meters tall, strung through the air in the ground cavern of the hometree. Weavers must climb upon it to work it, with as many as four weaves capable of working on it together at once. 

Swaynivi - a family hammock, greater in size and meant for a mated pair with children. Typically built in anticipation of the birth of the first child, and shared by the children and parents until the children reach adulthood, when they may start seeking their own mates and start their own families. Patterns on the nivi reflect the two families that have been bound by the union. 

Tswal'huru - translate’s almost exactly to ‘the great pot’. A stone cauldron carved several generations ago by the Omatikaya’s forefathers, used for various purposes by the clan. Most often, it is used by the weavers to boil dyes and process fibers for making cloth, but its also used by most members of the clan when making new bows, since its one of the few easy ways to generate a great deal of steam in a controlled environment. Located in a nook in the hometree’s exterior roots, where ground drips to form a natural cavern. 

Txampay-sklxe - blue sea stone, a type of obsidian found in the coastal margins, among the storm cliffs where the Kekuna’an dwell. The stone is black and glossy, near translucent, and hued in blue. With force it can he chipped, creating a razor sharp edge that will stay sharp for years if tended to carefully.  Txampay-sklxe is prized among the Kekuna’an for its use in making weapons and tools, and can only rarely be found elsewhere, making it a key item of trade for the Kekuna’an.

[sylwanin-was-right]

Im really fascinated by the sheer diversity of the Na'vi as a species. The Metkayina and Omatikaya have such different phenotypes its cool how their genetics allot such drastic variation in phenotypical expression beyond skin pigmentation, facial features, and proportion like humans are limited to.

From what we can see so far, the Metcayina Na'vi have specialized limbs and tails adapted for water life and even seem naturally acclimated to holding their breaths for extended periods for swimming and diving. Their eyes are larger & their underbellies lack stripes or body markings to blend into lighting below and above the surface.The Omatikaya Na'vi have prehensile tails and specialized toes for balancing on limbs and vines, as well as climbing.

We're not certain how variation in genotype is expressed in the Na'vi, and how internal differences express different advantages or disadvantages (similar to how humans have genetic differences that make certain climates more or less tolerable, certain sugars more or less digestable, etc).

I want to make clear that im not using their clan names as species or sub species names or something. So far we only have "Na'vi" as the common name to refer to the "people" of the Pandora; their current species name, according to the Activist Survival Guide, is Homo Pandorus (fitting lol). But we dont have an official, comprehensive taxonomy of Pandoran life, and dont know how well the RDA's research departments have kept up with that data to have affected classifications by contacts of different biomes and "people" too (was Hell's Gate the only base on Pandora, or was the jungle the only location the RDA established their bases? The Na'vi are found on all Pandorian continents according to the Guide, and i feel like this info could have only been realized by more base research or possibly even oral history/contacts between clans, including second hand acknowledgement). This is a cool video that delves into the speculative biology of life on Pandora and might shed some light about these questions.

Until more lore is presented in canon, we wont know how the morphology of the Metcayina Na'vi relates to the Omaticaya Na'vi biologically beyond assuming the broad classification of Homo pandorus to be accurate at least from the last movie.

Its most likely the Metkayina will be of the same species for the story's sake, tho it could be possible they arent (which could be rlly interesting commentary on how the science of evolution influences cultural & political ideas and how its limitations–including our earth and carbon-based understanding of life itself–affect our perceptions. At least thats my thinking). Its possible theres an explaination of speciation that explicitly clarifies how the Na'vi have diverse phenotype that allows drastic variation without allopatric speciation. Maybe that might be too complex for the intentions of the film but it would be a storytelling and world building element that would add an interesting layer of complexity, particularly for making sense of the genetic enigmas of memory and cosciousness transfers of the RECOM avatars and avatar clones in general, and interbreeding between native Na'vi and avatar clones and how species or even consciousness defines personhood.

What do u all think of the differences between the Metcayina and Omatikaya we've seen so far? What biological differences between the two clans do u expect to see or hear about in AWOW? How do you think those differences will impact the story if they do at all? How would you explain the morphological differences between the Omatikaya and Metkayina Na'vi?

[ben-the-hyena]

Birthday gift for @papabirdurskeks who is one of my favorite people ever and is so talented ! She loves Avatar a lot and is beyond happy the franchise is active again (and annoyed at the haters who came out of nowhere to sound like hipsters) so I drew her a fandom Na'vi from her own fan subspecies, desert Na'vi she already had for years but redesigned with a different more fitting anatomy upon seeing there were Ocean Na'vi with a different anatomy from the Forest people. I tried to make it as good as her art but eh X'D

[big-trauma-boobs]

The Na'vi genitals I commission are done and posted up on AO3! Yall should check them out to get a good visual representation of what I am talking about in my fics.

Thank you @aivelin for taking my commission and making beautiful art! Everyone needs to check his work out and commission him when you can!

[bumblinv]

Hii, saw your request were open!

This might not even make sense, because I don't even know if the na'vi have this too

But some hc to human reader getting their period earlier than expected and the sully kids + tsireya, aonung and roxto reaction to weird human biology

Thanks alot and stay healthy!!

--- sex ed. class ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

platonic!various x gn!human!reader

!! in my hc, fem na'vi doesn't menstruate !!

teaching your na’vi friends, who doesn’t menstruate, the beautiful world of human biology

part 1! part 2

"so, your... thing bleeds every month?"

you nod

"are you stupid?

"i'm sorry?"

ao'nung clicks his tongue, looking at you with disbelieve. "that means you're doing something, only Eywa knows what, to yourself. and you’re doing it so badly that it bleeds-"

you hit him on the head, "no! what are you even thinking?"

"no, but seriously" neteyam looks at you with concern, "forgive me for watching you, but this morning i saw you wash your blanket that’s literally soaked with blood"

your face starts to heat up, "that means the cloth i use wasn't enough-"

"3 pieces of cloth to soak your blood. and it wasn't even enough?" tsireya's voice filled with worry, "are you sure you're okay? we could ask my mother to patch you up" 

"reya, im fine-"

"no you're not! you came to her for painkillers this morning, to mend your stomach cramps!"

"its probably tape worms"

"no shit", rotxo snickers

"or just a real bad constipation"

"rotxo, ao’nung please” kiri rolls her eyes, tired of their stupidity. “they clearly said that the bleeding comes from their other below"

not long after lo'ak snaps his head towards you, mouth agape. "holy shit. i think i know what's going on", then quickly moves closer to you. his face just a few inches from yours, his terrified look terrifies you

"my mother experienced the same things as you, when we were about to have tuk. stomach hurting, below bleeding- "

"no. fucking. way” rotxo clasps his mouth, “are you about to give birth?"

"what?"

ao’nung’s jaw dropped. “who knocked you up?” 

“that’s it i’m taking you to the tsahik” 

“STOP” 

your friends went quiet. 

they could only stare at your flushed face as your breathing went erratic. 

you gulp, trying to calm yourself down. you close your eyes, inhaling a good amount of oxygent to fill your lungs and letting your mind go blank. then, you could open your mouth again

"as you all know, female bodies bear children in their uterus, yes?"

they all nod

"good. now the uterus, in human bodies specifically, would prepare for pregnancy every month-"

"so you need to get pregnant every month?"

"shut up rotxo"

"wait a minute" kiri cuts you off, "you’re not pregnant, but you’re currently bleeding. so the bleeding occurs when the pregnancy doesn’t happen?"

"yup. because i'm not pregnant, my womb's lining shreds out"

their terrified screams deafens you

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Hi Lovie!!!

So I gotta ask, for your fic, are you planning on doing the pregnancy and birthing that JC wrote in the script, a more human birth, or something else entirely????

And if you do go with JC’s bringing style, does Kayla know about??? Or is she gonna be there while Ronal gives birth and then is just absolutely shocked like

Hiii, hun! Short answer: I have no idea 😂

To link what you're referencing to, here's a post I saw recently about it, and if there are more official sources please let me know.

I believe the link is likely a theory and not canon, but I know everyone's talking about it, so now I am, too lol. I am curious about the whole birthing pod/sack we saw in the leaked script and I do have some questions regarding that. Let's get into it:

Is that canon? Is that for sure part of a script for a future film or was it cut from the second one? And are we sure that it's from James Cameron and not just someone on the internet who claims it's the script?

I promise I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just curious. I don't know where the leaked script originally came from, only that everyone was tweeting and blogging about it. Is the source viable? Please someone tell me where it originated from.

So whether or not that birthing pod/sack thing is true, it makes me curious because of this excerpt that's taken from the Atwow Visual Dictionary:

So Metkayina births sound awfully similar to normal water births on Earth, so my question is: is the baby born in the sack/pod first, and then they pop it in the water before bringing the baby up for air? OR, do the Forest Na'vi just have vastly different births compared to the Reef Na'vi? OR the leaked script isn't real and the Na'vi childbirth is the same as humans with possibly a longer gestation period.

An excerpt from Avatar Wiki:

Na'vi are monogamous creatures and the process of their reproduction is similar to Terran mammals, as they do possess genitalia; however, though they nurse their young and possess belly buttons where they were once connected to an umbilical cord, the Na'vi are non-placental, thus the details of their internal biology ...

And while the leaked script states that the mother nurtures the pod, this is also what the wiki has to say:

A female Na’vi will typically produce from one to ten offspring, often spaced widely apart in time. Female Na'vi have two breasts and nurse their infants for up to four months. Directly after birth, newborn Na'vi perform their first instance of tsaheylu with their mother to form a strong emotional bond and with her, then they are brought to the Tree of Souls to connect to the Pandoran collective consciousness for the first time.

In the interview with JC I have linked above, he talks about the mother and child being connected with tsaheylu for the third trimester but doesn't mention the pod/sack in question. From what I understand, the baby is born like a normal mammal in the second trimester and then stays connected to the mother for the third.

All I know is this: Every book source I own for Avatar (both visual dictionaries and the Activist Survival Guide) never mentions the pods/sacks that have been recently brought up. And yes, I know James says he's been changing some of the original lore and what-not, but I'm wondering if this was one of them.

In conclusion: For my fic, I think I've already changed a lot of what JC imagined for pregnancy on Pandora. Since I didn't know how long Na'vi women could be pregnant, I headcanon it to be a long time, which is why Ronal isn't close to giving birth in my fic.

I haven't decided what I'm going to do about it yet, mainly because I'm hesitant about whether or not the "leaked script" is viable or not. I'm excited for A3 regardless because it's likely going to be answering A LOT of questions for us 😂

[vivid-ink]

Kinktober #1 - Handjob "Mission Accomplished"

fem!HumanReader x Neteyam or Lo'ak (you pick! 😉)

Summary: You've been asked to fill in for Norm on one of his Na'vi patient observations, except this isn't any old observation appointment... You need to collect a semen sample and the appointment doesn't go at all to professional plan...

Warnings: 🔞 Sexual content 18+, MDNI 🔞 Word count: 4.6k

Author's Note: Happy Kinktober everyone! 😁 I'm late with this prompt as it was completely unplanned. I got inspired late last night after posting Part 4 of 'The Love Shack' and this is what my brain spat out! As usual, my inability to write short drabbles means that what was meant to be a short, sweet kink-scene turned out to be 4.6k. I've not used any names in this piece, so you're free to imagine either Neteyam or Lo'ak as the male lead in this. Enjoy the spice ya'll!

Tagging some mooties who may be interested (no pressure though): @pandoraslxna @blue-slxt @adrianarose7 @vintaqestar @eyweveng @qcswrites @daeneeryss @oasiswithmyg @delacruzyari @teymars @neteluvr @sulieykte @teyamsatan

And OMG (I feel absolutely rotten for overlooking this until now) - Thank you to the incredible @cinetrix for her render of Neteyam which I've used in the story cover.

You swallowed tightly as Dr Blaise briefed you around the purpose of today’s observation and what was required of you. Your heart was galloping in your chest and you could feel yourself breaking out into a nervous sweat. It amazed you how unconcerned and unaffected she was about the whole thing.

“It’s a simple observation. We’re looking for any key physical differences in appearance, as well as any differences in physiological function.” Dr Blaise stated casually, “No swabs or bloods needed today. Just some notes, photos, and a semen sample. There are sample collection jars in the consultation bay already.”

A semen sample… Good Lord, she said that with all the nonchalance of someone asking for a saliva sample. Though you figured that’s what medical professionalism was all about, right? No awkwardness, no emotion, just plain science and fact.

When Dr Norm Spellman had said that he was writing a book about Pandoran Biology and Na’vi Physiology, you’d jumped at the opportunity to be involved. After all, Pandora was your home. It was the only home you’d ever known. As one of the only two human babies to be born on Pandora, you and Spider were the only generation of humans who’d never known the dying mother planet Earth.

Unlike Spider though who had taken to life on Pandora like a duckling to water, scaling trees, swinging from branches and pretty much adopting himself into the Omatikaya clan, you weren’t anywhere near as outgoing. You’d stuck to the medical labs and the avatar camp for majority of your life, rarely venturing out into the wilderness except to accompany the other scientists on their excursions. Perhaps the only similarity you shared with Spider was that you too were an orphan of war. Your parents had been on the frontlines of the battle between Toruk Makto and the RDA, and they’d met their maker on that fateful day.

You were just an intern currently, but the older staff and scientists were more than willing to teach you. Doing lab observations, drawing blood and other lab technician work was your job, so this morning’s appointment shouldn’t have been any different. And yet it was.

You’d never had to collect a semen sample before.

“Patient is a young unmated male, 23 years of age. Fit. Occupation is hunter-warrior. No pre-existing medical conditions and no recent injuries.” Dr Blaise rationally, handing you the clipboard and pen, “The patient has also been briefed about this appointment, so he knows what to expect and he’s aware he needs to produce a sample.”

“Right, understood.” You mumbled and the words were slightly hoarse. You cleared your throat, dislodging the sticky lump of uneasiness there.

Sensing your discomfort, Dr Blaise placed a heartening hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were kind and the crows’ feet at their corners crinkled as she smiled, “Look, the patient is friendly with the team, one of Jake Sully’s sons actually. So you needn’t worry about any hostility. You’ve done numerous observations and collected all sorts of samples. This is no different. It’s only awkward if you’re awkward. Besides, I’m sure you can understand why Dr Spellman didn’t want to conduct this particular observation himself, what with them being family friends and all.”

A giggle and snort left you at the humorous thought and you found you had to agree. Dr Blaise chuckled alongside you. It would definitely be ten times more awkward if the patient and medical professional were familiar with each other during this observation.

The fleeting moment of hilarity eased the nervous roil in your belly. Tucking your pen into the breast pocket of your lab coat, you took a deep breath and nodded, “Ok, I’ve got this. Thanks Dr Blaise.”

With two thumbs up and a wink, Dr Blaise turned and left you to depart down the corridor, her black pump heels clicking neatly across the hard floor.

Turning to the wall, you grabbed an exopack kit and hooked it to the leather belt around your hips. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you positioned the mask over your face and returned to the doorway that led into the consultation bay. The doorway was tall, much taller than you were used to. All the consultation bays were built big enough with high enough ceilings to accommodate the Na’vi and the avatars. While the main ventilation in the compound was suited to human lungs, the consultation bays were fitted with ventilation to suit their Pandoran patients. Scanning your ID card on the panel of blinking lights on your right, the door slid open with a hiss and you stepped into the bay.

The first thing that always hit you when you entered any of the consultation bays was the sterile scent of it. After a couple of years working here you’d think you’d have got used to it, but every single time the smell was like a synthetic slap to your senses. You wrinkled your nose in distaste. Everything smelled so chemical; too clean and too artificial. It was no wonder the Na’vi didn’t like being in here. If the smell was strong to your human nose, you could only imagine how much more potent it was to their heightened senses.

The second thing to hit you this morning was the sight of the magnificent creature that was standing in the corner of the bay, peering at the various medical models, instruments and books in the wall-mounted glass cabinet. He’d been facing away from you at first, but the sound of your footsteps had caught his attention and he turned to face you then.

A genial smile stretched across his face and he greeted you in a voice that was deep and warm, “Good morning, doctor.”

His use of English surprised you and while his words were accented, his pronunciation was clear. Go figure that Jake Sully would’ve taught his children to speak his mother tongue.

You gave a clumsy laugh and you were quick to correct your patient, “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m just an intern. I’m just filling in for Dr Spellman for this observation.”

Your patient grinned toothily at you and gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement, although his tone was teasing when he replied, “Alright Dr ‘Just-An-Intern’, where would you like me?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from your throat at his playful demeanour. You smiled at him. He was charming this one, handsome too. Like all Na’vi, he towered well above you in height at approximately nine and a half feet. Though you noted that he was very well-built. Courtesy of being a warrior, you supposed. Yes, he was muscular in all the places you appreciated in a male… You silently reprimanded yourself for your unprofessional thoughts.

“Just take a seat on that gurney for me.” You replied, gesturing towards the make-shift bed against the wall. Retrieving your pen, you began to scan through the notes at the top of the form on the clipboard, double-checking the patient’s details and ensuring everything on it was as it should be.

“Ah, do you want me to take my tewng (loincloth) off?”

Suddenly remembering the aim of the observation again, you felt hot blood rush to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment, “Umm, yes please.” And in a bid to stop your embarrassment running away with your courage, you launched into a rambling outline of the appointment agenda, “Today’s appointment is an observation around Na’vi male genitalia and sexual function. I’m going to need to make some notes and take some photographs of you, both in a r-relaxed and a-aroused state, and I’m going to need to collect a s-semen sample. If you feel uncomfortable at any point…”

He watched you attentively as you babbled onward, the smooth skin of your face and neck taking on a ruddy and flushed hue. He smiled to himself. You were shy and today’s agenda clearly made you uneasy. He felt a twinge of empathy for you. His father had told him that humans were private about matters of the body, especially where it came to sex and pleasure. The Na’vi held no such restraints; sexual freedom was celebrated.

He’d already removed his tewng and had perched himself on the gurney as instructed, unbothered and uncaring of his own nakedness. He was quietly enjoying your discomfort, but not in a rude or condescending manner. He actually found your unease rather endearing.

“Any questions?” Your prattling came to a finish and you took a deep inhale as if you’d squeezed every last ounce of oxygen out of your lungs rushing to finish your speech without taking another breath.

He graced you with another charming smile, “No. You may proceed.”

Willing yourself to get a grip, you walked on slightly shaky legs to the desk in the corner and plucked the glass tablet from its stand and returned to place it on the end of the gurney. You kept your eyes lowered to your clipboard, filling in the date and the time. You could see the striped cobalt of his muscular legs in your peripheral vision where he sat with his shins dangling off the gurney. For the meantime, you dared not glance any higher than his thighs…

Your eyes moved to a set of highlighted bullet points in the middle of the page that indicated questions the patient had to be asked.

You read the first question aloud, its meaning registering simultaneously in your brain as the words left your lips, “When was the last time you ejaculated?”

You fought the mortification that threatened to consume you and your mind struck up a chant of ‘stay professional, stay professional’ in your head.

“Yesterday morning.” His answer was composed.

“And was that with a partner or was it self-stimulated?” Fuck, maybe you should’ve read the questions before coming in for the observation…

“It was self-stimulated.”

“And do you have a preference for male partners, female partners, or both?”

“Female. Definitely female.”

His voice was a smooth, velvety rumble. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something in his tone stroked over you like an invisible caress that made something clench in your lower belly. You scribbled his answers on the page in a messy scrawl that had more to do with your nerves than your actual style of handwriting.

He continued to observe you as you worked. Your knuckles were pale where your left hand gripped hold of the clipboard and you were so focused, almost concentrating too hard on what you were writing. Nose twitching quietly, he parted his lips and scented the air around. The artificial smell of the bay was unpleasant, but a sweeter and much more appealing smell was filling the vicinity now. Your scent.

The blush on your skin remained and he was sure that if he reached out to touch you that your skin would be hot to the touch where your blood had rushed to the surface. He could smell hints of your perspiration and he could also detect a musky and moist feminine undertone. You were attracted to him… His masculine pride delighted in the realisation. Despite your human form, he found you attractive too.

Finishing up your notes, you settled the clipboard down on the gurney and mentally prepared yourself for the ‘looking’ part of the observation.

Eyes still glued to the brown leather of the gurney’s mattress, you declared your next action, “Alright, just stay relaxed for me with your thighs slightly parted. I’m going to begin the physical part of the observation now.”

“Sure.”

Your gaze travelled from the beautiful stripes on his outer thighs inward to the slightly paler blue of his inner thighs and finally, up to his groin. Suddenly, you didn’t understand why you were so nervous about this. He looked fairly… normal? Apart from the general larger size of everything and the blue hue of his skin, everything was as expected. Feeling a little braver now, you grabbed the glass tablet and took a couple of photos and then set it down to return to your clipboard.

“Is everything the same?” He asked out of the blue, “Same as with human males, I mean.”

You looked to his face instinctively and found his amber eyes trained on you, “Ah yes, more or less. Penis, foreskin, testes; everything expected is there and I haven’t noted any real differences in physiology apart from the lack of hair, but that’s consistent with the lack of body hair all Na’vi have apart from on your heads and tail tufts.”

Following the words down the clipboard sheet you came to a section that was titled ‘Texture and Sensitivity’. You paused. How the fuck were you supposed to assess those? The section didn’t have any required questions or sample questions to help you, and no suggestions either, just a space for you to jot down your notes. You looked from your patient’s body and then to his face, and when he gave you a small smile, your gaze shot back down to your clipboard sheet in embarrassment. Texture and sensitivity were tactile aspects. You didn’t really understand how you could assess them without touching the patient.

Evidently you were taking too long in your deliberation, because your patient’s voice sounded again with a gentle query, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m just trying to work out how to assess the next bit.” You apologised sheepishly. You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing collected, you realised.

“What’s the next part?”

“Texture and sensitivity. So, what it feels like and which parts respond the most to touch.” You stated in as even a voice as possible. You huffed out a laugh then and shrugged, “It’s a tricky one because they’re tactile observations and I don’t know how to assess them when you can’t touch the patient.”

“Why can’t you touch the patient?” His response was clearly a surprise to you and he couldn’t suppress his grin as you goggled at him in shock, “You can touch me if it will enable you to do your job.”

You were almost about to say that you couldn’t possibly do that, but you stopped yourself. You were a med-science professional. The patient was consenting and your research required you to perform a physical examination. In a professional capacity, there was no reason you couldn’t touch the patient to achieve the intended outcome of the examination.

You remembered Dr Blaise’s words: It’s only awkward if you make it awkward. Fuck, you needed to swallow a bucket of concrete and toughen up. The sooner you completed this observation, the sooner you would be out of this uncomfortable situation.

Nodding resolutely, you agreed, “Alright, but you will guide me with your own hands. That way I can be assured that you’re only leading me where you’re comfortable to be examined.”

Your patient dipped his head in agreement, the tuft of his tail curling and uncurling charmingly on the gurney next to him. You set your clipboard down and moved to position yourself before him, standing between his knees. You lifted your eyes to his and they locked with his gentle gaze. Tentatively you offered him your hand and he took it, his large palm and long fingers engulfing it easily.

“So first up, texture?” He reminded, and you nodded.

Slowly, he brought your hand to his crotch and settled your hand over the shaft of his cock. It was very warm beneath your palm. Gently, your fingers tested the slightly springy flesh, noting how smooth and silken his skin was. At this closer proximity, you noticed that there was also spattering of bioluminescent freckles on the shaft. You made a mental note of that.

You touched the base of his cock, gingerly feeling around the length of it and you asked, “What’s the sensitivity like here?”

“I can feel it, but it’s not intense or anything. It’s more sensitive up here.” He guided your fingers nearer to the tip and you stifled a small gasp when he assisted you in pushing his foreskin back to reveal the smooth, dark purple head of his cock.

You’d never interacted with a naked man this close, human or Na’vi, and you certainly had never touched one in such an intimate place. Your body was starting to tingle in various places; in very unprofessional places. It was a surreal situation to be in and you found that you felt oddly calmer now than you were a few minutes ago.

Trailing the pads of your fingers over the smooth tip, you found it was moist and a little slippery. Your thumb tested the underside of it, “Sensation?”

A quiet hiss left him and you instinctively attempted to move your hand away, but his hold over your wrist kept it there, “That’s sensitive. That feels good.”

Your heart was still thumping and your cheeks were still warm, but it wasn’t nerves anymore that were causing your reaction. God, his skin was so soft and so warm… Your curiosity was growing now; your innate desire to explore taking hold of you.

You traced the raised rim of his cock head with your thumb and forefinger, watching as your patient emitted a rumbling groan. His hold on your wrist tightened and he began to move your hand over him. You intuitively wrapped your fingers around his cock. You felt entranced almost, caught up in the moment as you unwittingly began to enjoy the feel of him in your grasp.

The hot flesh in your hand was growing, elongating and engorging as the stimulation aroused him. You watched, amazed, as it swelled to its full capacity. The fingers and thumb of your hand could no longer meet each other. The girth of his cock was easily the same width as your forearm and by your approximations, it looked like it had also more than doubled in length from its relaxed state.

The erect shaft had lengthened out of his foreskin and it was a lovely shade of striated blue all over, except for a paler purple underside and head. In its aroused state, you discovered that while it shared structural similarities to a human male’s genitalia, it also possessed other aspects which were very different. The engorged shaft of his cock was ridged all along its length and as your hand smoothed up and down the column of it, you noted that the ridges were firm and palpable against your hand.

It was the most arousing thing you’d ever seen… Those ridges must feel so good inside for the woman…

You didn’t perceive his eyes on you, watching you as you explored his hard flesh. You were so engrossed that you didn’t even cotton on to the fact that he wasn’t even guiding your hand anymore. He could smell you, smell your arousal dampening between your thighs and the sight of your much smaller hand stroking and squeezing his cock was incredibly sexy.

You ran your enclosed hand in one full stroke from the base of cock and up to the head of it, fascinated by the ridged texture of it and the slippery, bulbous tip. However, your patient emitted a hissing intake of breath then and you jumped a little, snapping out of your thoughts.

“S-Sorry! Is that painful?” You stammered, shooting him a slightly apologetic frown.

He shook his head with a husky chuckle, “No, it’s just very sensitive. A lot more than earlier.”

“Where?” You asked, stroking him from tip to base and back up again.

“Everywhere. The ridges and the head especially.” His voice was notably breathier than before and his breaths were coming quicker, shallower and less even.

“That is fascinating.” You muttered, and your other hand joined in on your exploration. You fondled his balls lightly, observing the weightiness of them.

Your patient grunted and he parted his thighs a bit more. He leaned back to brace his weight on his palms behind him. He gave a small roll of his hips, which caused the top half of his cock to push and pull within your grasp. He moaned and the sound shot straight to the apex of your thighs. When you didn’t object, he continued the motion, thrusting lightly into your hands, both of which were now grasping his length one on top of the other.

Clear and viscous pre-ejaculate began to ooze from his tip, increasing in quantity with each roll of his hips. It was so copious that it was beginning to pool on the backs of your palms and drip down towards your wrist. Lord help you… there was nothing professional anymore about what you were doing… Not that your patient appeared to have any objections…

Still completely spellbound by the situation, your curiosity pushed a murmured query past your lips, “Is there always so much pre-ejaculate?”

“Depends. Generally the more aroused a man is, the more he produces.” He replied and when your bashful gaze lifted to meet his, he smirked wickedly.

You were such a pretty little thing to him, your smaller hands trying their best to keep hold of his slick cock. He knew that this was beyond the normal boundaries of the appointment. He knew that while you would’ve been required to touch him to examine him, stroking him off was probably not anywhere on the agenda. He suspected he was supposed to produce the sample on his own, but looking at you now, so enraptured by his body… How could he have resisted? And besides, he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was, your scent told him so.

You tightened your hold on his cock experimentally, squeezing harder. Each time the swollen head of his cock pushed out of your hands to greet you, you swiped your thumb over the oozing slit on its tip. He was panting heavily now, his impressive abdominals bunching and flexing as he continued to thrust his thick cock through your hold. The bioluminescent freckles that dotted his shaft were glimmering brightly and you never thought you’d ever use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe genitalia, but his cock was gorgeous.

All of him was gorgeous, truth be told…

You were attracted to Na’vi men. Ever since you were old enough to notice the opposite sex, you’d been drawn to male Na’vi. After all, you’d grown up on this moon, inhabited by and surrounded by tall, beautiful Na’vi. The humans who surrounded you at the compound and the camp were your family, and they were all much older. There were no men of your own species to look at or be attracted to. Spider was the only one of your generation and he was like your annoying, gross brother. Your attraction to Na’vi men had been an inevitable result really.

So now as you stood in the consultation bay, between the knees of this striking and aroused Na’vi male while he pumped his cock in and out of your hands, you’d never felt more validated and aroused in your life.

Your patient’s fingers were digging into the squeaky brown leather of the gurney now, straining slightly as his hips continued their onslaught. Your hands and wrists were completely drenched, soaking in his thick pre-cum. The slippery mess caused his cock to squelch obscenely as it slipped through your hold. The whole situation was so sensually explicit and you were never more thankful in your life than you were now that there were no CCTV cameras installed in the consultation bays.

You’d be expelled from your chosen profession for patient abuse… Though by the half-lidded, slack-jawed expression of pleasure on his face, he didn’t look much like he was being unwillingly abused…

A string of Na’vi curses left him then, followed by several panted moans. He abruptly pushed off his palms to sit upright and he stuttered, “W-Where is the container?”

A little stunned by his sudden and urgent tone, you stumbled in your own response, “The w-what? Oh, the sample jar?”

Panting heavily through parted lips, he nodded at you and you pointed to the desk on his left. You saw his gaze follow your eyeline and when he caught sight of the plastic collection jars that sat patiently waiting, he let out a hearty guffaw.

He reached for one and deftly flicked the already loosened lid from its mouth, still chuckling away between his huffing breaths, “It’s so small. You ready, doc?”

“For what?” You asked, realising only as the words left you what a dumb response it was as he handed the sample jar to you.

Your patient smiled at you and it was a salacious leer, all narrowed eyes and pointed canines showing, “You’re about to get your sample.”

One of his hands returned to guide yours, wrapping around your one remaining hand where it encircled his stiff cock. The pace of this rocking thrusts increased and he began to exhale with throaty moans that you swore made your own feminine core throb with desire. Gingerly, you held the collection jar up to him, being extra careful not to drop it.

With two more lurching breaths, his abdominal muscles contracted and his back bowed inward, his entire torso going rigid. You felt his cock harden impossibly before it pulsed and the breath he was holding left him in a coarse growl while his face twisted into an almost pained expression. His cock pulsed again and the first spurt of ejaculate missed the sample jar entirely, landing with a warm splat in the middle of your chest where the frills of your blue blouse peeked out from behind your lab coat. Quickly, his free hand grabbed hold of yours to position the jar better, while his other hand attempted to position his cock so he could shoot straight into it.

He was absolutely breathtaking in the midst of his orgasm. The luminous freckles on his face were twinkling and the striped cobalt skin of his neck and chest was glossy with a sheen of sweat. His cock continued to throb and pulse, emitting rope after rope of thick cum that splattered untidily over the mouth and sides of the sample jar.

You could see why he’d laughed at the size of it. There was no way the small jar could have held the full volume of what he was producing.

Coming down now off the high of his climax, your patient slouched against the wall behind the gurney, breathing hard. He caught your eye and he grinned indolently at you.

The adrenalin and heightened arousal in the atmosphere was fading rapidly now, and cold, hard reality was slowly returning to you. You looked at the pearlescent contents of the sample jar, which was still decently full despite majority of the sample not making it in there. You smiled to yourself.

Mission accomplished and what an exciting mission it was…

Carefully setting the jar down on the flat worktop of the metal sink next to you, you replaced the lid on it with sticky fingers and made a note to thoroughly wipe the jar down later before handing it to the lab techs.

Returning your attention to your patient, you smiled at him, suddenly shy again, “Thank you for your co-operation today. I’ll leave you to clean and freshen up. You can see yourself out after.”

His answering laugh was husky and he dipped his head at you, “I should be thanking you for your co-operation I think, doc.”

“Not a doc, remember?” You grinned at him and you were about to turn on heel to depart into the adjacent washroom when you heard him call out to you again.

“Hey Not-A-Doc, if you ever need another sample, I’m happy to provide another one, whether for med-science research or your own personal research.”

A girlish giggle left you and you felt your face flame again. You shook your head, making your way into the washroom to clean yourself up. He was a naughty one that one…

[haunting-venus]

line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts. 

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

 You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can  

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you. 

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with 

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.” 

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.” 

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm 

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him. 

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

[thewarmblanket]

I saw you made a post asking for requests!

So may I humbly request your take on what a desert Na'vi tribe would be like? Whether you want to draw it or just write ideas down, whatever you feel up for!!

ACTUALLY I WAS JUST GOING TO POST THIS

First of all, yes, they are not desert but savannah na'vi. But because most likely Pandora doesn't have any deserts at all, this is the closest that we can have.

I found this beautiful referense and I just had to draw this

So, about the savannah na'vi! I'm planning on creating like a system of savannah clans that would feel similar to lion prides. As you can see I already have a design for them: purple skin since na'vi get purple when tan, spots that grow into stripes (we discussed it with one guy that studies biology as a hobby and decided this pattern but I don't remember what was exactly the reason), curly hair, yellow-to-orange-to-brown eyes, little bioluminescence. And of course facial features of African people.

Each clan will have their own culture, I already have some ideas like: they hunt by riding these cheetah like predators and chase their prey at incredible speed, but only women can ride them! Women are the main hunters of the clan, men are busy protecting the village, cooking and teaching the eldest children. Some clans will use tar like substance to protect their teeth so their teeth become black. They love colorful clothes and colors in general so often they would paint themselves in bright paterns just to feel beautiful. Each clan has their own different way to style their hair. Curly hair is not a struggle but an opportunity!

This is most of the ideas I had but there's still a lot lo think about. Let me know if you have any more ideas!

And I think it is needed to say, na'vi clans are only inspired by existing human cultures, but are not meant to accurately represent them. Well at least my clans. I just would not want to hear something like "we are not like this you're not getting our culture right!!" coming from an African person. I am still learning about other cultures and I can't know everything. I just find those bits of culture that I see inspiring. Thank you for reading all this haha))

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Got this cute lil baby Na'vi plush for Christmas! But noticed that she didn't have a queue...I suppose the Disney marketing people figured the average customer would find it too "creepy", which is unfortunate because anyone who knows anything about the lore knows that the queue is kind of an important part of Na'vi biology and culture; it's how they connect to Eywa which is a Big Deal™....but whatever i guess.

Luckily I know how to use a needle so I fixed it!! And while I was at it gave her a little makeover. Just a few adjusted details made a big difference I think!!