#bonding

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Beach day AU.

So basically it's Errors fault.

It started with a four way war. Between the Star Sanses, (Ink, Dream, Swap.) The Bad Sanses, (Killer, Nightmare, Horror, Murder.) The Resistance, (Lust, Fell, Sci, Farm, Geno.) And Error.

So all these guys are battling it out for a LONG time, until everyone slowly kinda realized this was getting them no where.

Eventually, after years of this, Nightmare and Dream call for a truce. The resistance agreed with ease, and error 'agreed.'

Errors plan, was to get everyone gathered in one spot, then he'd open up a portal to a very glitched out AU that should cost them all enough HP to dust.

Well, while everyone was signing it, he set up his strings and pulled on them, opening a huge portal below everyone and causing them all to fall into it.

Annndddd it uh, turns out the AU wasn't corrupted in the way he thought it was.

Nope, instead the AU was completely void of any Humans or monsters. And, they couldn't use their normal/most magic there. All of them had landed on this like, island in a place that resembled Hawaii. There was a lot of beach houses, though empty. And uh.

They all forgot how they got there.

So! Some other Sanses fall in later down the line, and they've all ended up rooming in the houses, which we got:

Dream and Nightmare.

Swap and Lust.

Fell and Sci.

The Bad trio. (<- Also to confirm. I'll be using the name Murder for Dust sans in this AU!)

Farm and Ccino (<- he falls in later on.)

Error and Geno.

Anndd Ink constantly switches between the houses!

The AU mostly focuses on then doing a lot if beach stuff, bonding, crack and fluff.

But also healing. It's about Murder learning he's allowed nice things, it's about Lust overcoming his struggles and unhealthy relationship with relationships, it's about Nightmare and Dream mending ages of trauma. It's about Error learning to love things and Ink learning it's okay to not love in the same way everyone else does. It's about Farm helping Horror build a healthy relationship with food. And more.

It's a healing AU. They're all trapped here, and have to face their inner demons, but at their own pace.

They're healing, and that's what the Beach Day AU is about.

Here's a WIP sketch of NM amd Dream!

Credits to the AUs!

#undertale au #Beach day Au #alternate universe #Au #nightmare sans #dream sans #murder sans #horror sans #killer sans #error sans #ink sans #farm sans #ccino sans #swap sans #fell sans #sci sans #lust sans #Healing au #Bonding #Fluff #My au #rambeling #writing

[somecallmekay]

Dick is an acrobat, which means that, compared to the rest of the bats, he's one of the lighter ones. Additionally, since he was a trapeze artist, plus his years as Robin, this means he can always, ALWAYS, stick the landing. Jason, on the other hand, is the resident tank build, which means he's the heaviest with the most strength in the arms, rivalling that of Batman himself easily. With that in mind, I present my thesis. If Nightwing is annoying Red Hood, especially in front of Commissioner Gordon, Red Hood just throws Nightwing off of the building. While on the surface it seems cold hearted of Jason, he actually knows and trusts Dicks enough to know he'll be fine, and Dick could scurry away before Jason could grab him, but chooses not to. It's a way the brothers bond. Additionally, Jason sometimes does it around the manor, but only through open windows, because Alfred doesn't appreciate needing to replace them every week.

#Jason Todd #Red Hood #headcanon #batfam #batfamily #Jason Peter Todd #dick grayson #richard grayson #Nightwing #dc comcis #brothers #bonding #family #wayne manor

[furiousgoldfish]

People who are starved out of conversation will approach it as if it was sacred, people who are starved out of touch experience any touch given to them as the highest form of intimacy, people starved out of gentleness will react to it as if it’s an invasion, an attempt to break them down, and people starved out of a community will approach it as if it was a minefield.

#isolation #long term abuse #trauma #comfort #furiousgoldfish #bonding #community

[favqt]

#favqt #bonding

[nation-of-bros]

Only love for men can make you truly masculine

You can't truly appreciate masculinity without loving masculinity; and you can't love masculinity without valuing other men; and you can't appreciate other men if you don't love men in general. Consequently, you cannot possibly appreciate masculinity if you are not somehow attracted to men.

Therefore, a man can't possibly be a sinner just because he loves other men. The only sin is to restrict free will, including your own! For this reason, listen to your heart and love other men as your brothers, with whom you walk together on the path towards masculine ideals. And along this path, feelings for other men inevitably arise, including sexual ones; they are simply an expression of healthy androphilic tendencies to encourage you to want to be just like them: a man.

Use these feelings to ignite your own masculinity instead of denying them as wrong! Savor it as the true source of yourself! That is the only authentic reason why a man strives for masculinity, and not to please the opposite sex, because that would just be fake by fulfilling the expectations of others, some conservative images of men. This lack of genuine self-motivation is why straight guys in particular are most likely to mutate into transvestites in the absence of those social constraints in order to be even closer to the femininity they prefer.

The real man does not need social constraints, these crutches of fake masculinity, but can draw all the motivation to become manly from within himself through his excitement about it. That's why every form of masculinity cult in the conservative camp is inherently homosexual, especially when they desperately try to deny this feelings and highest form of bonding between men by calling it a "sin" or just atheistically "wrong".

However, being homosexual doesn't automatically mean fucking each other in the ass, but simply letting your brother's masculinity get you hard, showing how much you adore and prefer the manliness he embodies. Only men with this twitch in their pants are able to truly strive for masculinity by appreciating each other as typical men and forming deep lifelong bonds with one another, free from any disturbing influences of females; since heterosexuality is just reproduction for more men, but homosexuality is everything else.

#bro #bonding #bro bonding #brother #brothers #brotherhood #androphilic #love #androphilia #masculinity #manliness #manhood #essay #teachings

[plzfeedmebread]

Hold My Hand and Never Let Go

word count: 3360

Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Omatikaya! Reader Tags/Warnings: adults only, smut, sex, mating, bonding Summary: Older sister of Neytiri, younger to Sylwanin. After Jake successfully becomes one of the people, you take him to visit the Tree of Voices. All the while battling your feelings for him.

Author's note: The scene in Chainsaw Man where Makima and Denji lewdly hold hands inspired me to write this. Was originally gonna be reader and Lo'ak but I wanted to make it lewd, so Jake it is! This is not proof read so apologies for any mistakes! I'll fix em up later~

When Neytiri first brought Jake Sully before the clan, like everyone else you were shocked beyond belief. You offered to cut him down where he stood, had she forgotten the sins of Demons and the Sky People? What they did to Sylwanin?

But by Eywa’s Will he is granted sanctuary amongst the clan. And much to your dismay, your mother, the Tsahik, puts you in charge of training this would be warrior.

Many moon cycles you spend together. It became excruciatingly clear how difficult the path ahead would be. But you persevered, powered by sheer determination and spite; Tsu’tey’s constant dismissal and antagonizing being the driving force.

Though he was future Olo'eyktan, and you future Tsahik, the two of you were not to be a mated pair. It was an unusual situation, but not entirely unheard of. Your parents knew all too well how much the two of you butted heads, always getting on each other’s nerves one way or another.

A compromise then; he would be mated to your younger sister Neytiri. She accepted, noting that he was a great warrior and a promising future leader; Sylwanin always spoke so highly of him.

You put him to the back of your mind, your only focus being Jake and his lessons. Slow at first, especially with the language, he eventually finds his rhythm.

And when he passed his Iknimaya, you were overjoyed beyond words. It filled you with such pride watching him fly his ikran as though he was a natural born Na’vi. Eywa must have truly blessed this man. The two of you giggled like fools as you flew side by side, teasing each other with fake collisions.

Neytiri laughed at your antics, while Tsu’tey merely rolled his eyes, deeming you two a bunch of children.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you painted him in white intricate swirls. And when father declared him one of the people, you smiled brighter than you thought possible. Watching everyone gather around to join hands upon hands, excepting him, you weren’t ashamed of the tears in your eyes. Your gaze briefly met Graces’, the two of you letting out soft laughs noticing each other’s tears.

The day was filled with merriment and celebration. Every artisan of the clan wanted his attention now, showing him their workings, honed by years of trade. Then day bled to evening, filled with feast, song and drink. And when evening bled into night, you stealthily pulled Jake away from the clan, wanting some alone time.

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Hurriedly you pull him along, your footsteps leaving light trails in the earth. This was your most favourite time, the night, when Eywa was at her most beautiful. Even when the sun eclipsed, She never left her people in the dark; lighting the world in a brilliance of colour.

You giggle when you feel Jake playfully tug on your tail as you arrive at your destination; the Tree of Voices. The grove is awash in soft violet and pink hues, almost romantic in a way.

“This is a place for prayers to be heard, and sometimes answered.” You explain as you grab some of the tree. You connect your kuru and smile softly.

“We call these trees, Utral Aymokriyä, The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.” You watch as Jake connects to the tree, his pupils dilating for a brief moment.

“I can hear them…” He looks shocked, almost like a babe connecting to Eywa for the first time. You suppose that perhaps that was true in his case.

“When our energy is returned, we live on within Eywa.” He nods and disconnects himself. You touch your hands to his broad chest.

“You are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree…” You hesitate for but a moment, turning from him you hold your hand out to an atokirina.

“…And you may choose a woman. Or man.” You smirk over your shoulder at him. You giggled at the disgruntled face he makes.

“Woman. Definitely woman…You’re unmated too, right? Can I ask, how come you never chose anyone? You must’ve completed your iknimaya long before I came around…”

He is of course right. There is a pang in your chest as you think on it. Once upon a time you would have been mated to Tsu’tey; but your clashing personalities made such a pairing disastrous. So by your own hand, you sabotaged your own future.

You could have chosen another man, but the fallout with Tsu’tey left you with such a strong impression, you couldn’t bare the thought of Eywa rejecting another union; least of all if it were to be your fault.

You curse yourself then, for the feelings burning inside you. As you stare into Jake’s golden eyes, you know with utter certainty, that you desire him. Your heart yearns for him, aches for his touch. He makes you feel comfortable, safe. Like you can express yourself in ways you wouldn’t to others, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.

You explain to him then, the falling out you had with Tsu’tey, and how it made you feel thereafter. Your heart beats fast in your chest, anxiously you search his gaze for anything close to disgust, almost waiting for an upturned sneer.

But it never comes. He simply smiles down at you, something akin to adoration in those eyes. It fills you with renewed confidence.

“And now…I think I am ready to choose a mate once again…But, he must also choose me.” You grab a hold of his hand, holding it to your face as you stare up at him once more. You watch as realisation slowly takes over, his eyes widening in shock.

“Me?”

You nod, leaning into his hand with closed eyes.

“Yes you…” You whisper into his palm. When you open your eyes once more, you don’t expect to see his face drenched in conflict.

“Jake…?”

“[Y/N]…Of course I choose you, but…”

Oh Eywa no, here comes the rejection. You curse yourself once more, you should have known better, should have kept quiet.

But he doesn’t say anything more. You notice he is looking at his own hands, once pinching the palm of the other. He’s grimacing, lost in his own thoughts.

“The people accepted me, and I’m grateful, really I mean that, I couldn’t be happier…But a part of me still feels, because of my demon blood, can I really be true Na’vi? And, what if something happens to this body? Or, or what if something happens to the link bed I’m lying in? Are you sure you wanna risk being with someone who could drop dead at any second?”

You heart breaks. You had no idea he had been harbouring such thoughts, such insecurities. You grab his face in both your hands, pulling him to meet your eyes once more.

“You are more Na’vi than you give yourself credit for. Eywa saved you in that forest from my sister, and it is by Her Will, that you stand before me. Do not ever doubt yourself like this, you hear me? The man I see before me is not his past, but the future he needs only to reach out and grab with both hands.”

Jake’s lips quiver slightly, but he swallows his would be tears and instead smiles down at you. It feels like the sun kissing your skin. He hands move to grab your face in turn. He says nothing, but slowly leans forward. You tilt your head as you lean closer to him. He stops just shy of touching you, as if to give you one last chance to back away.

Not a fucking chance.

You close the gap without a moment of hesitation.

When your lips meet, you can’t help but inhale sharply. The feeling of his soft lips on yours, it is as though something burst inside you; flooding you with a calming warmth. It seeps into your very bones, bringing an unexpected relief, and a sense of Home.

Tentatively, he moves his mouth against yours. Each move slow and meaningful. His thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. You press yourself harder, deepening the kiss. He moans into your mouth when you do, and he feels you smirk against him.

Cheeky.

He licks your bottom lip, and when you squeak in surprise, he wastes no time invading you with his long thick wet tongue. Your legs feel weak as he explores every part of your mouth, from the tips of your fangs, to the slick of your own tongue. The two of you tangle in each other, tasting, lapping up each other, until the need to breath becomes too much.

Slowly you pull away, laboured breath mixing with one another. He rests his forehead against you, his eyes search yours, though you know not for what. You kiss him lightly on the nose, giving him the reassurance he so desperately seeks.

You take a step back, grabbing his hand in yours as you lower yourself to the ground. When the two of you are knelt before one another, you hold his hand up to yours.

“When Na’vi mate…It is a life long bond. We connect our kuru, our queues together. Through it, you will feel what I feel, and I you…Na’vi are taught from a very young age, how sacred this bond is. It is the most spiritual way you will connect with someone, other than Eywa herself. So it cannot happen, until you find your one true mate…It is also, very, very erotic…Or so I’m told,” you can’t help the blush that adorns your face.

You notice though, that Jake doesn’t seem to be shy at all. He looks at you with such reverence. But there is also something behind his gaze, you dare say, almost predatory. As you he would devour you given the chance. The thought alone excites you, a spark igniting a warmth deep within your loins.

“So you tellin’ me young Na’vi teenagers don’t fool around?” You let out a short laugh at his question.

“Some do. But not always. The urges of the body can take over, but tsaheylu will always be sacred. And for some, they would rather share their first time with their mate.” He nods at your explanation.

“So have you ever…?” You shake your head in response.

“Have…you?”

“…In my Sky People body, yeah…” You nod in understanding; the revelation doesn’t surprise you. His people had different cultures from yours, and you mostly chose to remain untouched due to your own fear of rejection.

“Are you nervous?” He asks and you nod.

“But…It’s something I’ve thought about for a very long time…” Your fingers graze his palm, before you slide your fingers between his and gently hold his hand.

“I believe, mating, having sex, the better you understand the other person, the better it feels…I often wondered what my mate would look like…How long, would his fingers be?” Up and down your lithe fingers stroke the space between his own.

“Would his palm be warm, or cold?” You gently grasp his hand, bringing it to cup your face.

“How would it feel, to have him caress my ears?” You press his fingers around the tip of your ear. You bring his other hand to your mouth, gently taking his thumb between your teeth.

“How would it feel, to have him in my mouth? Taste him on my tongue?” Slowly, you let your tongue glide over his digit, sucking him into your mouth. Jake audibly gasps as you, you hear his tail swish behind him excitedly.

You remove his thumb slowly, pressing a kiss to the tip before you move his hand back down. He gulps audibly.

“You, sure you haven’t done this before?” His voice is anxious, and you revel in that fact.

“I am sure…Now, come. Let us mate before Eywa, ma Jake.” You move your queue to the space between you to, and he mirrors your actions.

You watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils seek each other, slowly entwining in brilliant white.

The feeling that floods you is near indescribable; a euphoria done little to know justice from words alone. It is as though you have lived your life as but a portion of a whole being, suddenly made whole through the bond. You feel his heart beating fast in his own chest, but also reverence he holds for you; as though you were the one to paint the stars in the sky, or hold moonlight in your hands.

He pulls you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He bites and licks at the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from you. The unexpected pleasure he feels through the bond pulls a low moan from the back of his throat.

His hands are on you, exploring you, every inch of skin set alight as his fingers glide over you. His mouth trails kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a teasing lick, before taking the bud into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it perks, then moves to do the same to the other. Your fingers thread through his hair as he does, short gasps leaving you as he does.

The pleasure travels down into your loins, the warmth slicking your walls.

Once he’s satisfied, he sits up to press his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. He is far less gentle this time, mouth dominating your own for control, tongue lapping and invading your mouth without warning.

His hand travels down to your sex, gently cupping you through your loin cloth. You moan shamelessly into his mouth as you feel him gently stroke you.

The pleasure is soft and gentle, with a promise of something grand in the distance. But this friction is not enough. You whine when he grazes your clothed clit, and it’s all the indication he needs. He tugs at the hem and you hurriedly undo the seams.

His hand his on you again, fingers gently prying into your aching core. When he feels the wetness of you, he moans and breaks the kiss.

“This all for me baby? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” he nips at your lip. You gasp as he coats himself in your juices, then gently start stroking your clit.

“J-Jake…” His name feels like a prayer from your lips.

Slowly he moves into you, pressing one finger into your throbbing pussy. He moves his thumb to rub your clit, all the while he pumps that singular long digit in and out of you.

Your cunt sings with a pleasure you never thought possible, your walls becoming wetter with each deft stroke. The pleasure spreads to every inch of you, ecstasy dancing on every nerve. The pleasure only grows when he inserts a second finger. The coil inside you tightening, the promise of orgasm growing ever closer.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. You can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, your body demanding more friction.

“Yes, yes, yes ma Jake!” Your voice sings his praises and he quickens his pace.

“That’s is baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Cum on your mate’s fingers,” He moves his mouth to your ear and bites down gently. With one final pump of his fingers you cry out loud as your orgasm hits you. Your walls clentch tightly to his fingers, all the while his thumb gently strokes you as you ride out your pleasure.

When the sensation becomes overwhelming, you whine and tap in on the shoulder. Thankfully he relents, and slowly removes himself from your core.

But the night’s not over yet, and you feel as though that was but a taste of the whole meal.

You can feel his hardened cock aching through the bond.

Instinctively you lay on your back, pulling him with you. You spread your legs as wide as you can, and he nestles between. He removes himself from the constraints of his clothes.

Slowly he rubs his member up and down your slit, lubricating himself as he pumps his hand up and down.

His eyes find yours. Your hand rests beside your face, and he threads his fingers with yours. He squeezes and you squeeze back, nodding your head.

Slowly he starts pushing himself inside you. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar, perhaps even a little uncomfortable. He takes his time though, and you feel the strain of his willpower to move at such a pace. Once he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head beside you. His laboured breath tickles your ear.

He’s waiting for you to get used to the feeling, giving your body a moment to adjust to the stretch. The uncomfortable feeling from before doesn’t take long to subside, and is instead replaced with a soft pleasant feeling.

You kiss his check, and gently grind yourself against him, encouraging him to move. He groans into your ear, the deep guttural sound of his voice tickling your stomach.

He slowly removes himself, just before the tip, before slamming right back into you. The pleasure that hits you is so sudden you can’t help the loud moan it rips from your throat. He doesn’t wait this time.

With reckless abandon he’s pounding into you, his cock moulding itself into your throbbing walls of your needy pussy. Each thrust makes the most lewd squelch of wetness and flesh you have ever heard. It arouses you even more.

Faster he fucks you, the coil of pleasure tightening once again, threatening to snap at a moments notice. His moans are low and breathless, curse words sprinkled in between as he rides his pleasure within your centre.

Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing his dick to hit a place even deeper than before. Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You feel his other hand cup your face, the other still holding your hand tight.

“Open your eyes, [Y/N], please. I wanna see you when you cum.”

With some effort, you open your eyes to lock your gaze with his. The feeling in your heart explodes a million times over as you feel his love for you through the bond, and the joining of your sex. It brings tears to your eyes.

“I love you Jake—my mate—my Jake—forever! I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop!”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too [Y/N]…Cum for me again baby, let me feel you one more time.”

The cord snaps and your orgasm hits you hard. The moan from your lips burgeoning on a scream. Your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth. The pleasure burns pleasantly from your clit to the tip of your kuru.

Jake continues his brutal pace while you ride out your orgasm. The sensations that flood him through the bond are enough to bring him to his own release.

“[Y/N]!” With your name on his lips, it only takes a few more thrusts before his burying himself as deep as he can, your pelvis bone aching, as he paints your walls with his seed.

He gives you a few more hard thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.

Finally he collapses on top of you, both of you well spent.

He rolls himself onto his back, pulling you with him. He doesn’t remove himself from you, nor does the bond release.

You lay on top of him then, head reasting on his chest. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart; it fills you again with the feeling of home.

Your hand idly traces the glowing stars on his chest. You are both warm and sweaty. Sticky from your exertions. The air is thick with the scent of mating. But neither of you mind.

One arm wraps around you, securing you to him. He brings his other hand to yours, entwining your fingers in a tight embrace.

“I love you, [Y/N]…”

“I love you too, ma Jake. Hold my hand, and never let go.”

You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.

#jake sully x reader #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #avatar smut #jake sully #avatar fanfiction #jake sully x you #female reader #omatikaya reader #jake sully smut #bonding #mating #Spotify

[whumpster-dumpster]

"So...now that you're back on your feet, I guess that means you'll be going soon..."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess so."

"..."

"Ask me to stay. Please."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #aftermath #recovery #caretaking #bonding #separated #dialogue prompt

[temiree]

This idea was suggested by DJBlueWolf in my Patreon's suggestion box! They wanted to see DJ and his son Jonathan working on a gingerbread house together. :3

I've never built a gingerbread house myself. I need to fix that someday!

#gingerbread #house #gingerbread house #anthro #anthropomorphic #furry #wolf #canine #sketch #Patreon #suggestion box #decorating #father #son #bonding #happy #sleeveless hoodie #jacket #smiling #Christmas #holidays #dining room #table #kitchen #leaning on table #DJBlueWolf #DJ #Jonathan #excited

[shu-box-puns]

A grumpy man and his feral son

The grumpy old man being Tsu’tey.

And the feral son being Spider. 

Okay hear me out, Tsu’tey surviving the Battle for the Tree of Souls and somehow finds himself as the caretaker for Spider. It’s a very lengthy progress considering he hates Sky People and he’s injured etc. But he has a soft spot for kids, and clearly this one isn’t getting the care he deserves. 

One thing leads to another, and he’s looking after a baby Sky Person. 

It was probably toddler Spider taking one look at this scowling, blue giant, who had accompanied Jake on a visit to Hell's Gate, and immediately clocked him as a good choice in parental figure. Just toddler Spider rising shakily to his feet - the scientists were shook, he's never shown any interest in walking before - and he clumsily toddles over to Tsu’tey who is stood off to the side. The hunter watches the child with obvious suspicion, eyes narrowed. Undeterred Spider, raises his hands above his head and makes grabby hands. “UPPIES PLS.”

Tsu’tey stares him down for several heartbeats. Unmoving as Spider gets progressively more annoyed at not getting picked up. He's small and demanding and Tsu’tey is weak.

To everyone's shock he caves on the spot. And with a simple huff, he drops to his knees and dutifully scooping the toddler up. Spider giggles happily, grasping at his necklace and holding on tight as Tsu’tey supports his head.

Norm is frozen in place for several moments. Staring owlishly at this enormous being holding Spider with such care and ease. The kid is grinning brightly, content to play with the braids hanging by Tsu’tey's cheek, who doesn't seem to care. Besides a few irritated flicks of his ear when the braids knock into it, the hunter remains focused on the task at hand.

It quickly becomes a common sight around the compound.

Naturally, because Spider is too small for an exo pack, he has to remain within Hell's Gate. Whenever Jake goes to visit the scientists, they begin expecting Tsu’tey to follow suit. And whilst Jake will spend his time with Norm or Max, Spider will inevitably find Tsu’tey and wordlessly coax the hunter into playing with him or getting into mischief. Despite his cold exterior, Tsu’tey is like putty in that boy's fingers. The minute Spider giggled at him, all bright eyes and the cute scrunch of his odd nose, the hunter immediately fell in love. An instinct within was ignited and he found himself drawn to the child. 

Side note: Spider being a terror, even from such a small age. Constantly bored so he keeps getting into the machiney or trying to escape outside. At first, Tsu’tey is fooled by the cute smile and demands for cuddles and believes he is a easy to deal with as Neteyam. And then he catches Spider trying to crawl into an air vent. The toddler stares at him. Tsu'tey stares at the toddler.

"No." Tsu'tey says in his heavily accented English.

They continue to stare at one another for another heartbeat.

Then in an explosion of movement, Spider begins furiously stuffing himself into the vent, to which Tsu’tey launches himself across the hall to drag him out by his armpits.

If the space was big enough, like clockwork, Spider would attempt to crawl into it.

There was another time he walked past the glass door of the airlock and by chance glanced down. His eyes bugged at the sight of Spider straining to reach the handle for the external door. He wore no mask, and was blissfully unaware of the immediate danger that waited on the other side of that door.

Tsu’tey had never felt such fear before. Or at least, not since he fell from the sky.

Luckily, he ripped open the glass door before Spider could open the external door, which the air lock automatically locked, and was hauling Spider out. Unaware of his almost death, Spider was more than happy by this turn of events and happily clung to Tsu'tey's necklace as the hunter strode away from the airlock. He refused to let go of the child for the rest of his visit, needing to feel him to reassure himself that he was fine.

In short, Tsu’tey hadn't realised just how difficult of a toddler Spider was to keep track of. Luckily, the kid was so enamoured with Tsu’tey that the hunter didn't have that difficult of a time keeping track of him, since he always wanted to study Tsu’tey's hands or hold onto the end of his tail for balance.

Alternatively: Tsu’tey and Spider fucking around in Hell's Gate. When the little shit begins walking more confidently, he takes to making a runner, shrieking with laughter as Tsu'tey follows him. Of course, the hunter is too tall to catch him efficiently, so he has to duck around all the lights or crawl to keep up.

When Spider gets big enough to wear an exo pack, Tsu’tey definitely starts taking him out of the compound to explore. (He definitely gets his hands on an Omaticayan baby sling and wears Spider around the village so everyone gets accustomed to seeing the little toddler in the exo pack). The child is completely safe with Tsu’tey who is adament on protecting him as he explores the forest.

Tsu’tey teaches this kid everything he knows, everything Spider will ever need to survive Pandora. How to hunt. How to navigate. They figure out how Spider can ride pa’li without a kuru. 

He tries to be a good parental figure, dad; strict but fair. Which he admits, gets harder as Spider grows. The kid noticeably starts withdrawing from him. Where once he naturally gravitated towards Tsu’tey in a crowd, he now hung back or chose instead to spend time with the Sully kids. Tsu’tey dismissed it as Spider growing from a boy into a man. He no longer needed such close guidance, and Tsu’tey trusted him to come to him if he needed it.

Bonus angst potential: Spider feeling insecure of his Sky Person body and feeling unworthy of being called Tsu'tey's son. Allow it to fester and give him some drive towards his reckless behaviour.

As a single parent, Spider knows Tsu'tey can’t give him everything a traditional family, but the hunter tries his hardest. Spider sees all his effort. He even thinks of Tsu'tey as his dad although he would never dare voice it. And yet, he still feels disconnected from the rest of the clan. He’s a Sky Person, he can’t form Tsaheylu, naturally he’s gonna feel some distance despite Tsu’tey’s best efforts. 

Tsu’tey definitely bullied a throat comm out of Norm and the scientists after Jake explained how helpful the little devices were over long distances. He bestows the little necklace to Spider and wears the pair, instructing his charge to use it if he needs it.

When he was five, Spider used it constantly to narrate to Tsu’tey what he's doing with his day. Telling him all about the funny plants he's seen whilst exploring with the Sully kids, gossiping about a fight that he just witnessed amongst the young hunters. Snitching on Lo'ak who just fell out of a tree.

And Tsu’tey reveled in it. Allowing his boy's excited voice to narrate in the back of his mind as he carries out his daily chores.

As Spider grew older however, he stopped using the coms as much. And when the humans return, he strictly uses it for emergencies.

Therefore, Tsu’tey immediately knows something is up when Spider randomly starts talking over the comms, thanking him for everything. Apologising and telling him that he won't be able to make dinner.

Then Jake calls in and tells him about Quaritch.

Tsu’tey is on his ikran and speeding for the old compound faster than toruk could move at its top speed. He is livid.

Tries to keep the panic out of his voice as he steadily tells Spider that he's coming. Naturally, Quaritch is unsuccessful in obtaining any of the kids. And Tsu’tey wouldn’t let ANYTHING happen to his boy. 

Like Spider gets YEETED off of that branch by an explosion and Quaritch stumbles upon him wounded and barely conscious. The colonel neals down to scoop the kid up onto for Tsu’tey to appear through the bushes and brutally whack him upside the head with his bow; stunning him.

Being the petty man he is, Tsu’tey wouldn’t deliver one hit and flee. He’d swing again and again, snarling and spitting insults as the Colonel scrambles to find his bearings. The pissed off hunter deals as much damage as he can and quite literally herding the recom away from his son. Only Lyle opening fire on him gets him to back off, and with a hiss he scoops up Spider and disappears into the foliage.

Spider's pov with Quaritch looming over him and Tsu'tey's shiny forehead and scowling face peering through the bushes over the recoms shoulder:

Neytiri's pov from the tree branches above where she is trying to drag Kiri to safety:

Basically, I just want to see Tsu’tey panicking about the scrapes on Spider’s skin, the handcuffs, the very real reality that if he had been even a second later, then Quaritch would’ve hoisted the kid onto his shoulder and taken him. 

Man is bordering on a manic episode as he stops long enough to ensure all the Sullys made it out before he’s calling for his ikran and high tailing it back to High Camp where Mo’at can fix Spider up. 

Meanwhile, Spider is shook. He has never seen Tsu’tey so dishevelled. The hunter is always calm, always in control. But he's frantic. Tail thrashing to and fro like a whip as Mo'at fussed over Spider.

All the tension of the event boils down to some raised tempers and high emotions. Tsu'tey is a nervous mess, and Spider is so unnerved by the blatant show of terror in his father figures face that he can't help but feel guilty. Definitely tries to get Tsu’tey to leave so he'll stop hovering and looking at him like that.

Meanwhile:

Tsu’tey: trying to convey to his boy how much he means to him because he hates how Spider is always yeeting himself into danger for the sake of others, and his crusty old heart could not take the grief of losing him.

Spider: Just stop pretending! You’re not even my real, Dad!

Tsu’tey: floored! He buffers. He stops breathing. He just stares at Spider like he’s grown a second head as the words sink in. Then he visibly crumbles. Real, actual tears streaming down this man’s face. He feels like a failure. How did he overlook this? Why didn’t he notice? Did Spider just call him DAD??

Spider: *with an expression of genuine fear* You can CRY?? 

Once Tsu’tey starts, he can’t stop fucking crying and has to excuse himself whilst Spider is left feeling conflicted and guilty. He didn’t know Tsu’tey possessed tear ducts. Whenever he was upset, he was either disappointed and scowling, or pissed and committing attempted murder; there is no in between.

And as a result, Tsu'tey starts acting weirdly towards Spider. He sees how good Neytiri is with her children, how the other fathers easily get on with their sons, ensuring they’re seen, heard and kept safe. (He ignores whatever the hell Jake is doing because WTF). And he tries to parent differently.

And naturally because it’s incredibly out of character for him, Tsu’tey takes it way to far and becomes incredibly overbaring. 

Spider literally has to sit him down and go: I know you care, but STOP all of this. You’re scaring the shit out of me.

And then Tsu’tey is stuck. His tail thrashes in unease because he’s tried his way and miserably failed. And then he observed everyone else and he’s still fucking this up. 

And it becomes a learning curve for them where they actually communicate and establish boundaries and talk about feelings. It goes surprisingly well.

When Spider's insecurities finally surface after a failed raid, where he almost got Tsu'tey killed:

Tsu'tey trying to reassure his boy who is clearly distraught and hating on himself. ”I see yo-”

Spider immediately cutting him off because he doesn't deserve to hear that right now. ”But you DON’T see me. Hell you don’t even like me.” Spider yelled. He doesn't mean it. He's just spitting words. Scrambling for something to say that will hurt Tsu'tey enough to make him back off. ”You see a Sky Person and nothing else. You see the son of the man who destroyed Home Tree. You see a threat you can mould into an ally. You don’t fucking see me. You see an opportunity. Potential. You see what you want to see.”

Tsu'tey is not having it. He goes real quiet, and kneels down in front of Spider who is trying to hide in his hands. He takes Spider by the wrists and forces him to look him in the eye. His gaze is steady, voice firm and even as he reassures his boy.

<”I. See. You.”> Tsu’tey repeats. He squeezes Spider's hands, wordlessly begging him to understand. <”I see you, Spider. My son.”>

Spider:

WHY IS THERE A TEN PICTURE LIMIT! I HAVE MORE MEMES!!

#Dad Tsu'tey #Tsu'tey #spider #spider socorro #found family #adoption #THAT's MY SON #That's MY BOII #me looking at two characters who have never met in cannon and have no idea of the other's existence #It is giving found family #I am loving the father-son potential #The vibes are immaculate #Pissed off Tsu'tey and Spider who is hell bent on giving this man constant heart attacks #baby spider #bonding #an unlikely duo #Norm is concerned

[pratchettquotes]

"I thought we got rooms to ourselves," said Teppic.

Chidder, who had laid claim to the least exposed bed in the whole refrigerator, nodded at him.

"Later on," he said. He lay back, and winced. "Do they sharpen these springs, do you reckon?"

Teppic said nothing. The bed was in fact rather more comfortable than the one he'd slept in at home. His parents, being high born, naturally tolerated conditions for their children which would have been rejected out of hand by destitute sandflies.

Terry Pratchett, Pyramids

#teppic #chidder #pyramids #discworld #terry pratchett #assassins' guild #boarding school #first day of school #bonding #standards #royalty #nobility #upper class #mattresses #comfortable #family #parenting #destitute sandflies #say nothing

[euesworld]

"Intimacy doesn't need sex to bond two souls together.. sometimes you just need to spend some time together to get to know each other. Just a word of advice. If it's all about sex, then the intimacy will end.. but if two souls bond, you can have a certain amount of intimacy in any situation cause you are friends. You have bonded on a deeper level.."

Take it or leave it - eUë

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[theclassymike]

Alex Hurt in Season 2 Episode 8 of Bonding.

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[wangxianficrecs]

An Evening Well Spent by Admiranda

An Evening Well Spent

by Admiranda (@admirableadmiranda)

G, 2k, Wangxian

Summary:Jin Ling had hoped for a quiet evening in getting to visit with his uncles that he didn't get to see very often. Things went a bit awry. Kay's comments: Just a little post-canon fluff and Wangxian staying at Jinlintai and getting up to some shenanigans with Jin Ling feat. drunk Lan Wangji. Very cute, very funny, really enjoyed it!! Excerpt: He felt his face heat and scowled and ducked his head. “What's with you, Hanguang-jun?” he demanded, stepping out of head patting range before it could happen again. He looked helplessly at Wei Wuxian, who was being terrible and unhelpful by leaning on the wall and laughing. “Wei Wuxian? What's wrong with your husband?” Hanguang-jun, apparently uncaring of any insult only wandered back across the hall to pat Wei Wuxian on the head as well, as if he were worried he were feeling left out by only Jin Ling being tormented that way. “Wei Ying, the ponds.” “Yes, yes, the ponds,” Wei Wuxian said with an odd pinkness to his cheeks as Lan Wangji took one of his hands into his own, then pulled him across the hallway to grab Jin Ling's own hand before he could react, pulling the both of them along in the wrong direction again. “Lan Zhan, why don't you let Jin Ling lead?” Lan Wangji seemed to consider that for a moment then keep going. “Wei Wuxian,” he hissed under his breath, “what is going on?” His shishu made a half skip to keep up, looking utterly unfazed by the turn his evening had taken, “Lan Zhan was not looking at which cup he picked up at dinner and stole mine,” he said calmly, gently tugging on his arm to lead him in another direction at Jin Ling's nod. “So now the time for being drunk has arrived.”

pov jin ling, post-canon, family feels, families of choice, drunk lan wangji, drunken shenanigans, bonding, family bonding, fluff, fluff and humor, no angst

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[adorkabletwilightandfriends]

Adorkable Twilight & Friends - “Bro Bonding"

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[hathorneheiress]

"Do you think he thinks about us?"

The question caught the nine-year-old Grayson off guard. It was eight at night and he was getting ready to crawl into bed and watch a movie before crashing for the night. It was his seven-and-a-half-year-old brother, Xander, that had spoken it.

Thinking he meant their grandfather, he replied. "Yes, I'm sure the old man thinks about us."

"No, I don't mean him."

"Then who?"

"Our dad." He corrected himself. "Dads."

Grayson stiffened slightly. "Probably not." Both born out of wedlock, along with their other 2 brothers, Grayson was used to the criticism that came being the grandson of a billionaire and having a mother who decided to sleep and get pregnant with four guys and never marry.

"Do you think about him."

Grayson didn't have to ask who the "Him" Xander was referring to. "Sometimes." he admitted. "Do you?"

"All the time. I like to think he wants me."

Grayson didn't have the heart to tell his brother that his dad, whoever he was, probably didn't care in the world who he was. Why else would he stay away all this time? Why would his own father stay away too? There was a part of Grayson that wanted to believe his father loved and wanted him. That something was holding him back from reaching out and meeting his son. Maybe he was fighting for him. Somewhere.

"Gray?" Xander asked.

"Hmm."

"What's ya think'in?"

Grayson almost laughed at Xander's grammar. "Nothing of importance."

"But.."

"No buts Xander. You can think about your dad as long as you want. But I'm not." I can't. He silently told himself. I'm not allowed too. Grayson was never allowed to play What ifs.

Xander grew silent.

"I'm sorry." Grayson said. "I didn't mean to snap."

"I know." Xander said softly. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked.

Grayson looked at him. "I'm going to enjoy a very relaxing evening. With both Jameson and Nash away, I won't be bugged about stupid stuff."

"Am I bugging you?" Xander had to ask.

Grayson's facial expression almost turned soft. "No, you aren't." he murmured. "But you will if you don't turn on the TV for me and pass me a scone."

Xander saw where this was going. He grinned. Handing his brother a lemon scone and tossing him the remote, he jumped up beside him on the massive, overly comfortable bed.

"So what are we watching?" he asked.

"Narnia."

Xander made a face.

"My room. My movie choice. And no commentary. Or talking. Then you are out."

"What about whispering?"

"Xander..."

So this was something I had no idea I was planning to write. I got this little inspiration while taking a shower and decided to roll with it. Hope you like it.

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the grandest game #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #bonding #dads #tobias hawthorne

[nation-of-bros]

Every bro must learn to appreciate and love this view of magnificent masculinity. Men's moans must sound like music to his ears.

#fur #furry #hairy #chest hair #chest fur #manhood #androphilic #love #androphilia #masculinity #bro #bro bonding #bonding #truths