#seze

sorry, more of a somber comic than a funny one this time 😔

...but here's a bonus panel to lighten up the ending just a bit:

[edit] small language note under the cut because I done goofed and didn't realize until it was too late:

(Credit - @/me.xlo0 on tiktok)

Lo'ak and Kiri's ikrans are dead, but they flew away on three banshees toward the end of the film when the demon ship was getting torn apart by the magnetic field. One of the ikran was Neytiri's, so that leaves two unnamed ikran.

MAYBE Jake's ikran might've helped out (Bob, you're too loyal for Jake lol), but that would still leave one extra ikran.

Were they wild ones from when Eywa heard Kiri? I didn't get a good look to see if they had riding gear. Maybe Kiri summoned them.

My brother thought maybe Lo'ak and Kiri grabbed new ones while they were briefly back in High Camp, but if so, then that completely contradicts what we've been told for so long.

If a Na'vi lose their ikran, they take time to mourn before choosing another. It's said in books after Neytiri lost Seze and when Eetu lost Zomey in Frontiers of Pandora. I think So'lek took a REALLY long time after losing his first ikran if I remember correctly.

But Jim, you're telling me Lo'ak and Kiri chose new ikran in a span of one or two days?

I really hope that's not the case, mainly because it just feels disrespectful. It's been ingrained into our heads how important the ikran are to forest/land Na'vi clans and how the bond is strong between rider and banshee.

Sure, maybe the kids lose their ikran so that it would be one step further into getting more accustomed to Metkayina culture (but that still doesn't explain the two ikran who save the kids at the end of the movie).

Angry Mom 🦁

These are Tsi'in and her baby Seze, Tsiriri's older sister

Tsi'in doesn't like people very much...

firstly not only are the colours similar (teal, black, yellow) but they borth have black around the eye area, the paint on neytiri’s forehead and nose has lots of arrow designs that lead down the face, much like the pattern on seze’s head. even a chevron almost like yellow heart that matches with seze. the yellow dots on her cheeks sort of resemble a second eye as well. and the stripes across neytiri’s cheek and seze’s jaw.

the stripes on neytiri’s torso are similar to the pattern on seze’s underbelly as well

as well as the yellow lines on her back and shoulders being like the yellow ripples on seze’s wings, even the red and pink colours of the feathers in her hair and armband craft resemblance with the red on bottom of seze’s jaw and tail.

I wanna thank @nightmyst14-blog and @rainy-s-other-corner for inspiring me to do these kinds of one shots.

This is going to be based off of my characters from my Avatar (JC) x Transformers fanfiction The Last Prime is on Pandora.

For a little info, Seze is Optimus’ mate, and I wanna cure my hunger for something I’m wanting to do in the future for the series, soooooooo here we go 🫣

Also I wanna say right now. I DON USE AI TO WRITE! Translations are from lingo jam. Enjoy :))

Red will be for Optimus when he speaks

Green with be for Parul when she speaks

Orange will be for Loreyu when she speaks

Blue will be for Seze when she speaks

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The Prime sat within the entrance of his kelku as he watched the rain fall heavy onto the village. It prattled loudly on the hide of his home, dripping onto his pedes as they stuck out into the rain. The mountains definitely helped shield the kelkus from the striking rain, but could only do so much.

“Loreyu! tsal lu oe mìn fa!” (“Loreyu! It’s my turn!”) a little girl’s voice rang out, and the Prime could only smirk as he softly chuckled. Optimus continued to scan the village, eagerly awaiting for his Blue flower to return from healing one of the injured clan’s people.

“Kehe! tsal lu ke. Nga uvan si hu trr lisre!” (“No! It’s not! You played with it the day before!”) Loreyu replied as her ears were pinned.

Parul grabbed the ikran toy as her tail whipped angrily, but Loreyu held onto it with all that she had. Parul tugged, but her sister tugged it harder, causing her older sister to fall.

“Oe ve'kì nga! Nga kawkrr fnel tsonta oe!” (“I hate you! You’re never nice to me!”) Parul said with a strained throat, tears threatening to well within her electric blue eyes as her cheek grew sore from her fall.

Optimus’ audial finials perked as he turned around to find his two daughters on the kelku floor, staring at each other angrily as they fought over the small ikran toy. He went to interject, but the youngest daughter beat him to it.

“Oe ve'kì nga nì'ul, kalweyaveng!” (“I hate you most, you son of a bitch!”)

“KXÌ! KXÌ!” (“HEY! HEY!”) Optimus snapped with the sound of lightning, and the two girls quit their bickering immediately as their gaze’s snapped to their father’s massive figure. The Prime shook his helm as he turned around fully. He pointed at the oldest.

“Nga pxay fil tsonta uvan si fa, nga ke tìkin tsonta kämunge ftu nga tsmuke,” (“You have many toys to play with, you not need to take from your sister.”) he asserted, watching as Parul’s gaze dropped to the floor as her lips pouted. It made his spark ache, yet he held his ground. He then pointed to the youngest.

“Nga lu far nìhawng 'ewan tsonta plltxe tsafya, ulte Oe nìswey ke stawm nga syaw nga tsmuke sat nìmun, nga stawm? Sat salew nga nìteng,” (“You are far too young to speak that way, and I best not ever hear you call your sister that again, you hear? That goes for you too.”) he said sternly as he let his gaze land on Parul, and Loreyu’s tail whipped as she held down a whimper. It wasn’t very often their father raised his voice.

“Slä po plltxe tsal-” (“But she said it-”)

“Tsal rä'ä txele, nga zet fìtsap tstunwi,” (“It does not matter, you treat each other kindly.”) he said.

The two girls looked at each other as their eyes grew puffy, and the Prime finally caved as he let out a sigh. Coming closer to his two daughters. Without another word he scooped them both up in his grasp, and their tiny bodies fit snuggly in his arms as he cradled them.

“Nga zene nume ne uvan si tìtstunwi, txokefyaw fì'u lu 'upe len,” (“You must learn to play nicely, otherwise this is what happens.”) he said in the fatherly sweetness the two girls recognized. Their big adorable eyes looked up at him with such love and adoration, and it made him smile as he soaked in the sight of their bright blue eyes, full of electric energon.

His optics landed on Parul’s face when he noticed a tiny scrape from the kelku floor, for indeed, where they currently resided had much rockier ground than the prairie the two were born in. It made that smile of his slowly disappears as he put his digit to her cheek, softly pushing some hair behind her ear.

“Lu nga tìsraw seyki?” (“Are you hurt?”) he asked softly, and a big tear rolled down her face as she tried to shake her head. Parul always admired the strength of her father, and always tried to hold that same strength within herself. Yet that big tear told the Prime otherwise.

“Oe kalin 'ite, nga ke kin ne wan tsal ftu oe,” (“My sweet daughter, you not need to hide it from me,”) he cooed gently as his grip tightened on them, and another tear fell, then another.

Loreyu watched, guilt building within her. For she rarely saw her older sister cry, and if anything, she herself was the one who cried the most. So she shifted in her father’s metal arms, wrapping her sister up in an embrace.

“Oe lu ngaytxoa,” (“I am sorry.”) Loreyu said, and the sight of Parul wrapping her arms around her sibling made the Prime’s chest glow with light. For he was proud of them, and their ability to grow and change. That they easily understood what was right and wrong.

*hours later*

Optimus sat next to the fire in the middle of the kelku. Still holding his daughters who had now fallen fast asleep. He kept getting lost in their glowing dots that reminded him so much of their beautiful mother, only being able to think of how much of a miracle they were.

“Ma Optimus?” Seze announced herself, and his helm snapped to the noise as he smiled greatly. She was soaked and and her hair was slicked to her chest and face. Yet she still was as beautiful as the day he first met her.

“My love,” he uttered, and her cheeks bloomed with lilac as she set her things down. She wrapped herself in a blanket as she came closer to her beloved family, wanting to warm herself up by the metal man’s side.

“'Eve zup nefma hahaw?” (“The girls fell asleep?”) she asked softly, and Optimus nodded as she gave her a wry smile.

“Srane, ayfo.. had quite the day today,” (“Yes, they..”) he said. Seze’s eyes widened as they flickered from her beloved’s silver face to her two children, when she caught sight of a small scrape on Parul’s face.

“What happened?” she asked quietly as her ears pinned. Optimus chuckled softly.

“They fought over one of their toys, and Parul fell.. I had to yell at them,” he said. Seze grew even more surprised.

“You? Yelled at them? I thought that was my job,” she tried to tease as she examined Parul’s scrape. Yet it was only that, a scrape, and would easily heal up within the next day.

“Indeed.. I did, and I hated it,” he admitted. Seze giggled gently as she moved, placing a hand to his faceplate as she gave him a soft kiss, whispering againts his cold lips as she smiled.