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nikloka · 20 days

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I outdid myself for capturing this moment, and I'm also in love with this really cool bug. Avatar frontiers of Pandora

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar memes #navinationcreation #james cameron #avatar frontiers of pandora #navination #navi oc #sarentu #navi #avatar rda #rda #Spotify

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nikloka · 5 months

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I’m sorry..

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nikloka · 5 months

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#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora

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nikloka · 8 months

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Freedom!

https://www.deviantart.com/kuotl Na'vi guy during Iknimaya

#avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron #navinationcreation #navination #art #iknimaya #navioc #navi oc #request #avatarrequest

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nikloka · 1 year

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My oc’s and your troubles, Ata’vi ( Na’vi) and Nancy (human)

Remember when Dra. Grace Augustine taught basketball to Na'vi children? Ata'vi didn't waste the chance to make a slam dunk.

They had to cut the basket to get Nancy out

#avatar comic #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar memes #navinationcreation #james cameron #avatar2 #fanart #atavi #Nancy #funny

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nikloka · 1 year

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Atavi calls Nancy for a late-night conversation, looks distressed How ? Clapping outside Hell's Gate (Knowers will understand) No, he took the communicator that his little brother got from the humans and tried to use it to call Nancy, it woke up at least 5 people until someone decided to go wake Nancy up for her to solve it, they thought the communicators had broken -------------------------- Bonus: She losing her temper for waking up in the middle of the night to answer the haunting call ------------------------- Português: Atavi chama Nancy para uma conversa na madrugada, parece angustiado Como ? Batendo palma do lado de fora de Hell's Gate ( Entendedores entenderão) Não, ele pegou o comunicador de seu irmãozinho e tentou usa-lo para chamar Nancy, acordou pelo menos 5 pessoas até que alguém decidiu ir acordar Nancy para ela resolver, acharam que os comunicadores tinha pifado --------------------- Bônus: Ela perdendo a paciência por acordar no meio da noite para atender o chamado da assombração

#avatar oc #avatar2 #comicart #funny #navi oc #human oc #voltz #ata'vi #avatar #avatar james cameron #avatar comic #art #fanart

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nikloka · 1 year

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Lyle appreciation moment

#avatar memes #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #lyle wainfleet #general ardmore #ardmore #avatar

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nikloka · 1 year

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Y'know, i didn't notice this piece of dialogue until my millionth rewatch where i decided to use subtitles, but it's definitely worth mentioning because thats funny asf and i wish the audio wasn't so quiet and more people could hear it 😭😭😭

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nikloka · 1 year

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1st Recom Squad vs. Direhorses

Summary: The 1st Recom Squad boldly thinking they could claim their banshees without any prep so Spider has them practising - and stalling for time - by trying to ride direhorses first. It's no surprise that they're absolute failures. From Quaritch's POV.

Yes, this is an excerpt from the canon-specific fic I started drafting (though focusing on the 'left for dead' series atm).

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“Form up!” called out Miles, drawing the other squad mates’ attention to him. They all filed into the clearing around the debris of the campfire. “You’ve all been debriefed back at the base on the tactical advantage the enemy has over us. Up there in the sky, they have more speed, more agility, more precision. So, we’re gonna get ourselves some of that. I’m talking banshees.”

Mutterings of excitement spread throughout the team. At his side, Lyle chuckled with amusement. As expected, Spider looked unimpressed at the colonel’s words, seemingly undoing the semblance of a good mood he had woken up in. He stepped to the middle of the group. “You’ll get yourselves killed or eaten alive. Not that I’m complaining about it,” said Spider, craning his neck to look at his father’s clone.

Miles frowned. “What happened to cooperating so you don’t end up in a cell?” he questioned the boy. It sounded more like a threat than he had meant it to.

Spider raised his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help. I just meant it’d be batshit crazy to try and tame an ikran on the first try when you know nothing about the forest or tsaheylu. Even the Na’vi are wiser than that. They prepare themselves for months for it. Years, if you’re still a kid.”

Miles glanced over his remaining squad. No, he could not risk losing another one of them. He had promised himself that. He released a deep sigh. “Then what’s your suggestion?” Spider frowned, thinking. His head turned left and right.

A large flowering plant drew his attention. He stomped over to it and studied the pitcher-like centre of the plant. “Pa’li,” said Spider. “Direhorses…Seriously, do you assholes know nothing about Pandora? You just hunkered down in your metal buildings?”

“What’s your point?” questioned Miles, growing impatient. He was at Spider’s side in three long strides, inspecting the nectar-like substance at the flower’s core. It smelled sickeningly sweet to his Na’vi nose. The force of it nearly gave him a headache.

“Direhorses make good practice, is all. If you mount them they won’t try to kill you for it.” He’s smart, thought Miles, staring down at the kid. Too bad I’m smarter. It was a ruse, he suspected, to delay their mission. Why else would Spider introduce an idea that would not put them in harm’s way.

But Spider was being helpful, compliant. It was enough for Miles that he nodded. “Fine, kid. We’ll do it your way.”

It had taken communication with Bridgehead and reconnaissance from recent aerial surveillance of the sector they were in to give guidance to the nearest travelling herd of direhorses in the area. To their luck, it was gleaned that a herd had been spotted in the surveillance not far from the encampment that they could keep the tents and the proximity fence erected while they hiked.

Miles took the lead next to Spider, observing quietly how the boy tracked the beasts by searching for the tell-tale signs. Leaves and grass trampled smooth under the six-legged beasts. The large flowering plants absent of their nectar creating a path to follow.

“There,” said Spider, pointing out at the small herd gathered near a deep lake and lakebed of dampened earth. He glanced up as Miles knelt over him. “You should approach slowly and put your weapons down or you’ll spook them.”

Miles gripped his gun tighter. Spider scoffed at the silent accusation. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d lead you into the territory of a Hammerhead Titanothere. But I’m not that stupid.” The recom mumbled, then pushed his rifle around to the back as he stepped onto the damp lakebed.

The direhorses turned their long, narrow heads in his direction, then returned to feeding off the nectar of the flowering plants. Lyle approached even more cautiously behind him. “Uh…anyone know how to ride a horse?” he questioned, sliding his sunglasses to the top of his shaved head, revealing wide eyes.

The colonel observed a direhorse finishing its meal from a vibrant purple pitcher plant. Sensing his footsteps, the creature turned to look at him. Miles stepped closer, stretched his hand towards the side of its long neck. He fought back a flinch as it released a deep breath, the force of it cold against his fingers.

His hand brushed the animal’s slick skin from its neck to its strong legs. Taking opportunity of its calm, Miles reached for the antennae closest to him, in his other hand holding the end of his neural whip. He connected the two.

A sharp electric feeling coursed through his body. At the same time, the direhorse whinnied but it was not in pain or fear. It settled. With sturdy hands, Miles leaped atop the direhorse, righting himself by holding onto both antennae to stop himself from sliding down the other side into the mud.

He remembered vaguely of seeing things like this in old western movies back on earth. The kind his former self had endured through and then begun to enjoy as a child.

Without warning, the direhorse trotted forward a few steps. He looked down at Spider. “What do I do now?” The boy was quiet, watching. Maybe he hoped the damn thing would kick me in the face, he thought. Spider shrugged then pointed in direction of the lake’s bank.

“Tell it where to go, I guess.” He glanced down at the muddy earth. Behind the mask, Miles saw him frowning. The thought struck him then. Spider had been raised on this inhospitable planet. He called it and its people home…but he could never experience it the way the Na’vi could. “You ride one of these before?” asked Miles.

Spider looked up at him. “A few times…with my friends,” he answered. His frown deepened as Miles lowered down his hand. “This’ll go smoother if you give me a hand, kid.” The boy was still, questioning. “You joining me up here or what? Offer’s fixed to expire.”

Brows knitted together, Spider huffed a sigh as he grabbed onto Miles’s arm and was lifted up into the space between the man and the animal’s antennae. Spider settled closer to them than to Miles, holding onto each strand to steady himself.

“So…where do you want it to go?” asked Spider. Miles said nothing. Only looked in the vast direction of the lake and the direhorse started trotting forward. Jolty, bumpy, picking up speed as it carried the pair of them towards the lake. It took a sharp turn as it veered away from the water, casting off its riders into the lake with a ceremonious splash.

Miles did not think as his arms closed around Spider as they sunk together into its cold depths. He tightened his grip only to find him missing. Lifting his head out of the water, he saw the kid swimming towards the lakebed, shaking the water off on his way out.

“That was insane!” laughed Spider, face lighting up again behind his mask. “Still think you can tame an ikran on the first try?” Miles swam after him. Though Spider grinned at the exhilaration, he was less impressed. Miles ignored the bait as he waded through the shallower water to bend down in front of him.

“Let me look at you,” he said, surveying him and the exopack strapped across his shoulder. “You hurt, tiger?” Both he and the kid were surprised by the question. Spider stepped out of the man’s reach. “I’m good…If you can call being captured against your will and forced to teach a bunch of dumbasses good.”

Miles could not challenge that. Clearly, the boy was not hurt. Since his clothes were already damp, Miles sat down on the muddy ground and unlaced his combat boots. They were soaked through and when he tipped one of them over, water pooled out of them. “It’s probably for the best,” said Spider from behind him. “You’ll be able to move a lot better without them.”

Tossing the damp boots into the mud, Miles looked around to see how the others were faring. Zdinarsk had mounted one but it was still feeding and so guided her towards more flowering plants. Across the clearing, Wainfleet struggled to keep steady and upright. The signs of mud splatters on his pants showed he had slid over into the dirt more than once. Others followed their example.

“No shit,” muttered Spider. Miles stood, following the boy’s gaze to Mansk. The silent marine sat upright and steady atop his direhorse, guiding it with ease. Miles shook his head as he searched for another direhorse to mount, eager to try again. He found another and leaped atop it with haste.

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nikloka · 1 year

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