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AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .

acts that could be aggressive // or a little bit sexy // or both. send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it ! can send non - sexually as well.

THREATENING

🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat .

🖐️ // put a hand around my muse’s throat .

👕 // slide a weapon up under my muse’s shirt ( can specify ) .

👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer .

🔒 // lock my muse in a room alone with your muse .

🗩 // verbally threaten my muse ( please specify ) .

PINNING

🔙 // push my muse against a wall .

📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .

🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise .

🔑 // handcuff my muse .

➰ // tie my muse to a chair .

⭕ // restrain my muse with an item of clothing ( please specify ) .

🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .

📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .

🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse ( please specify ) .

LIGHTER

👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .

⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .

⚠️ // bite my muse ( can specify where ) .

😏 // give my muse a hickey .

✂️ // run fingernails over my muse’s skin & scratch them .

💦 // cover my muse’s mouth .

DARKER

💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .

🗡️ // cut my muse with a knife ( can specify where ) .

💀 // kidnap my muse .

😶 // put a hand over my muse’s nose & mouth .

💥 // tighten something around my muse’s throat that restricts their blood - flow / oxygen supply ( please specify ) .

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lehrrap‌:

“That does not at all surprise me. She will pick up on your mood,” Neytiri agreed, voicing her previous amusement over how alike Tsu’tey and his companion was. She followed him with ease, relieved to have a reason to go to the place where the ikrans nested. Ever since Seze’s death, she had avoided it… no need to disturb the other ikrans for her own sake.

“I do not think I ever saw when you two found each other. I am sure it was a great battle of wills,” Neytiri pointed out with a delicately arched eyebrow, as she waited along side him.

“You make it sound as if she will pick on the other ikrans if I pick on the younger hunters for being reckless.” Tsu’tey drawled, fixing her with a look that showed he was not irritated but amused. He knew that his personality and that of Fpxafaw were similar, and that his ikran would occasionally fight with Jake’s ikran for the best perch in which to sunbathe. He led the way to the ikran nests within kelutral confidently, his spirits brightened at the prospect of a hunt and a flight with his companion. Particularly to have Neytiri on a hunt with him once more, she was one of their finest hunters.

“It took me a long time to wrestle her to the ground and make the bond, i had to fight hard to prove myself worthy. If an ikran could have turned one to stone with a glare, it was her intent then.” The warrior answered with a laugh before he called out with a chirping call that would summon his ikran, feeling the tug within his spirit that told him she was close.

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jakesxlly‌:

Jake gave the toruk a strong pat on the side, for everyone’s sake. The toruk shrugged its neck slightly at the touch but not out of discomfort. Once it had determined Tsu’tey’s attitude and worth, it lifted its head to further stare the Na’vi down. And then it gazed off somewhere else, relaxing its stare on the other Na’vi below them.

“First time seein’ him was fuckin’ terrifyin’,” Jake admitted with a laugh. “Could have become his lunch with ease. Good thing I didn’t fly like a kid then, no.” The avatar winked at the Na’vi, not even knowing if Tsu’tey would realize the meaning of the gesture.

“I’m just glad it worked. Don’t know where I’d be now if not for him,” Jake muttered next. Oh, he knew. He’d be dead. Along with many Na’vi, the humans would have been free to grab all the spoils of Pandora. But what had felt worse at the time, hadn’t been the threat of death. It was knowing he wasn’t where the Eye could see. That was worse than death, being shunned and outcast from a family he felt much closer to than what his original one had been.

“Okay, he’s pretty chill now. You can put your hand on him if you want to.”

Tsu’tey relaxed subtly when Toruk ceased fixing it’s stare on him, an almost childlike curiosity overwhelmed him and had him draw closer bit by bit. He had never been so close to one before (aside from the battle) without urging his ikran to fly away was quickly as possible before they became it’s next meal. The warrior’s fingers twitched, the desire to touch burning at him.

“Your flying has improved mightily. You still ride pa’li with skill of a child, but it is passable. Good that you were not eaten by toruk.” Tsu’tey laughed then looked at the avatar quizzically, wondering if something was the matter with his eyes when only one of them closed. Perhaps it was a result of dreamwalking?

“Best not to dwell on that, Jake Sully. It was Eywa’s will for you to be toruk makto, and to lead us from the time of Great Sorrow.” The warrior’s ears were pinned back as he scolded him, despite his thoughts moving towards what might have happened. Without Jake, the Tree of Souls would have been destroyed and the na’vi way of life would forever have been altered with their link to the Great Mother snatched away from them. He was glad to have had events turn out as they had, the people were safe and Jake was one of the People again.

“I will not be bitten? You are not planning an elaborate trick?” Tsu’tey questioned despite coming to rest his hand lightly on toruk’s neck, whispering his thanks for the mighty hunter to allow him this.

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jakesxlly‌:

“Most of it’s fine, depends on if it burns your throat or not. Even I got my limit. And the crickets… it’s the insects we eat? The ones with the long legs and wings? They look like crickets from Earth. Type of bug,” Jake shrugged amused. “Not a big fan, I’ll admit.”

The soldier glanced back towards Norm at Tsu’tey’s words, shaking his head; mirth still evident in his face. “You should tell Norm that some day. Think it’s better for him to hear it than me doin’ so. Eywa knows he needs a confidence boost.”

Any amusement quickly departed his face, as he stared at the people carrying the supplies. “It’s the fuckin’ greed. It ruined Earth and it nearly destroyed the People. But perhaps you’re right. For us who remain, Pandora’s a chance at a new life. Maybe people here will even go back to their roots, before… advanced technology. Those with their own avatars will stand a better chance of that.” It was strange to realize that his own change would be so drastic. That it took travelling to a whole other planet to learn the growth he had been capable of.

“I should really be the one thankin’ you, Tsu’tey. But you’ll probably punch me if I don’t just accepts yours.”

“Ah, crickets are like teylu then? Perhaps you would like crickets with peppers better.” Tsu’tey was curious of what food was eaten on Earth. He’d seen the green substance that was called algae and failed to understand why the tawtute ate it when they made faces like they were eating a mouthful of dirt.

The na’vi warrior glanced over to Norm briefly, considering Jake’s suggestion. Yes, it would be best to inform the toktor of the high standing he had won among the people. He had right to know of it. “Perhaps I’ll have Nin’at tell him, she might sing for him the praises. That would boost his confidence yes?”

Tsu’tey listened with a solemn expression and his ears pinned back against his skull. Tawtute had destroyed their own home and had sought to do the same to the People and their own home, it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. While the warrior had lost much of his hostility towards them since bridging the awkward gap and befriending Jake (to a degree), he still regarded them with suspicion. “If they do not adapt to our ways, they will not be permitted to stay. It is as you say. that simple. The People are willing to teach those that are ready to learn, those with dreamwalker bodies like yourself will perhaps learn faster. I do not understand how the tawtute can live as they do, leeching off the land without caring for it or giving back in return.”

He curled his upper lip briefly in a sneer, remembering destruction to the Tree of Voices and Hometree. Eywa would heal the land overtime, he knew, and they could come to teach others as Jake had learnt. He was one of the people now, and Olo’eytukan as well.

“I am not Neytiri, I would not hit you.” Put peppers inside his food, or push his wheelchair down when he did his balancing act--now that he would do. “You are one of the People and ma’tsumkan, why would I not help you Jake?”

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evepolastrl

#iconic

#X:musings #a wholeass tsutey mood

ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ:

“I fear they will not all return, Tsu’tey. If they do, that is the true blessing,” Neytiri admitted. It’s something she’d never admit to anyone else but he needed to know. For several reasons. She looked towards the departing hunters, scared of her own morbid thoughts.

“I will talk to Jake about it,” she decided. “Make sure that we have the younger ones meet the humans that remain. I am not sure that more cooperation is a good thing or not, but we have to try. Make the young ones see that not all tawtute are bad.”

Jake’s betrayal had almost changed that thought entirely for herself. It had taken her awhile to see the truth of it. Lies and deceit didn’t come naturally to the Na’vi. That was a concept the humans had taught them now. A common element in their nature. It didn’t mean Neytiri was about to adopt the concept but it made it easier to understand the strange system of lying… and how it wasn’t always done to harm someone.

Still, not all humans were bad.

“I think we need to visit the tawtute camp more often too. So the young ones see us cooperating with humans.” That and to make sure the silly humans didn’t get themselves eaten by everything. They were handicapped now that they weren’t free to destroy at the same scale anymore, they’d need to be taught different ways of survival. As much as they could, considering they were dependent on a whole other type of air.

“I was afraid of that. They seem ready, but the anger in their hearts...it is why I asked you for your assistance.” Tsu’tey sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. He glanced over to the young hunters, headed for the pa’li fields. He truly hoped that they were wrong, but he had a sense of which of the hunters would be returning on Ikran back with him.

“It will help, if they see not all of the humans would kill us and destroy our homes. Less anger will brew...perhaps even a few dreamwalkers will come to find a place among the people.” The warrior didn’t like it, but Jake had been a fine addition to the clan. If you ignored the betrayal, that is. He already was regarding one of the other humans, one that had helped the people in a avatar body. As much as he distrusted humans, not all of them were bad.

He’d still pick on Jake though, from time to time.

“Yes, showing them that we can get along with them will help ‘eveng see.” It would also help keep an eye on the tawtute as well, ensure that the remaining ones wouldn’t be eaten or disturb the lands. They would have to try to teach them how to survive, somehow.

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ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ:

“I know you did not… but I must replace her some day,” Neytiri shook her head, as well as raising her palm towards him. It was a sad fact she’d have to come to terms with some day.

“Lead the way, Tsu’tey. It will be nice to see your ikran again, she is a mighty beast. It suits you,” she smiled a little amused at the notion. It was in fact very common for an ikran to pick up its rider’s… habits and quirks.

At least she didn’t need to borrow his bow as well, as she moved to the side to pick up her own. Nodding to him once, she waited for him to take the lead.

“A bitter truth, yes.” He agreed, ducking his head some with his ears lowered. So much had been lost in the battle, he was glad to have kept his ikran, even if he’d nearly lost his life in the battle.

“She is a fine companion...I’ve been told she will glower at others like I do.” Tsu’tey found this amusing, despite knowing ikran would mimic it’s rider’s habits and quirks. He waved his hand for her to follow, then quickly ascended into the trees where he could hear the ikrans calling to each other. He gave a short back, then waited patiently for Fpxafaw to come from whatever sunny perch she’d found.

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"I would like to introduce you to Txon’ong," Neytiri smiled as she patted the dark grey ikran by her side, its silver hues reflecting the sunlight beautifully. Granted, Tsu'tey had seen him before she managed to bond with the ikran. The bonding had gone as fast and fierce as they usually did so it was always hard to get a proper look at the ikran during it.

@lehrrap

Tsu’tey was careful not to look Neytiri’s ikran in it’s eye as he looked Txon’ong over. Not as brightly coloured as most ikran, but the silver hues of its hide shone beautifully in the light. He grinned with pride, pleased that she’d managed to tame a ikran and with a perfect display of speed and fierceness.

The joyful shouts of encouragement from the younger hunters that had come to perform iknaymaya still ran in his ears, along with the roars of ikran angry to have been disturbed on this day.

“He is as beautiful as he is fierce, a fitting companion for you Neytiri.” Tsu’tey offered her a smile. It would be good to be able to fly with her again in hunts, though he had no minded (nor that of his ikran Fpxafaw, she had not minded the extra weight much) flying with her seated behind him. “Are you ready to fly again, tsumke?”

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ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ:

Neytiri’s eyes slowly looked over each warrior, already trying to determine how ready or not that they were. What she was disturbed her though. Young but hardened warriors already, for they had already experienced war. It was saddening to see and her face fell as she looked towards Tsu’tey. The humans had not only brought damage to the lands or the adult Na’vi, but also the children and the young adults.

One by one, she stepped forward and looked each in the eye. Putting her hand on their chest to listen to the strength of their heart. A few spoken words and delicate answers; they were nervous to undergo even her simple examinations.

“You are all already capable, all you lack are your ikrans. But I sense darkness in your hearts. The war has been hard on us all but you cannot let it consume you, for that is not our way,” she sternly told the young hunters, a few of them looked shamefully away. With a sad smile, she blessed them in the name of Eywa, like she had seen her mother do so many times.

“They are ready. Go outside and wait. I need a word with Tsu’tey before you leave.” She waited for them to obey, undoubtedly they’d have things to discuss between themselves. Turning to Tsu’tey, she looked concerned.

“Their bodies are ready but their spirits are angry, Tsu’tey. Anger does not forbid them from undergoing the tests but the risk is greater.”

It saddened Tsu’tey to look into the eyes of his students and see the effects already there from the tawtute’s war. The scars of what they had done existed not only in the land, not just the adult warriors such as Neytiri and himself, but in the children and young hunters.

He stood sentry, silently observing as each young hunter underwent his simple examination with their tsahik. He gave little reaction to each trial, not wanting to make them any more nervous than they already were. His only reaction came after Neytiri gave the blessing, proud of how she handled the examination and the hope he could see in their eyes now.

“I will watch over them, try to ensure that it does not make them make more dangerous decisions during the test.” He vowed solemnly, his ears and tail drooping. He was worried for his people, seeing how the scars of the war upon the young. Things were forever changed, he disliked it.

“Tawtute have hurt more than the land...I fear the anger in their hearts will make them reckless, Neytiri. I believe if we have more...exposure to the ones asked to remain behind, it will help. Like Jake, and Norman Spellman”

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ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ:

Her expression was that if surprise, no matter how much she tried to hide it. That kind of thinking had never occurred to her, she didn’t help her people because she felt she needed something back. It was just her ways, automatically thinking of her people. It was the tsahik’s purpose to serve her people. The kindness stunned her.

“It would probably help,” she confirmed with a small smile. “While Seze cannot be replaced, I need to find another ikran soon.” There was little choice if she wished to fly again and she truly did. “Very well, I will fly with you then, Tsu’tey.” The woman smiled again, barely containing her excitement at the prospect of being in the air again.

Tsu’tey wanted to do this small thing, to give back to Neytiri who did so much for the clan. To give thanks for everything she did for their people. It was unusual behaviour for Tsu’tey, but the war against the tawtute and all the losses they have suffered had taught him to give thanks and spend more time with the people he cared about. Any day could be the last, time was precious.

“I did not mean to assume to replace Seze, but to find another ikran for you to fly as taronyu with.” The next group to iknamaya he’d ask her to come with them, if she was ready to bond another ikran.

“Come, if you are ready. I look forward to flying with you again, Neytiri.” The warrior smiled, pleased to see her excited. It was good to see joy, after so much sorrow.

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klaw

how is “””pretty boy””” supposed to be an insult i’m the prettiest goddamn boy in town

#;;about

ᴊᴀᴋᴇ:

“Ah shit, hot peppers exist here? Why wasn’t I told, tastes damn amazin’ in food. Maybe it’d spice up the crickets,” Jake laughed; he still couldn’t believe he had gotten used to the crickets. Wasn’t like eating a pizza back home, that was for sure. If he could and it was accepted, he’d make sure to introduce a few new dishes among the Na’vi. Nothing too complicated. Mainly because Jake wasn’t a great cook.

He didn’t even comment on the ‘threat’, but now Tsu’tey had only given him a weapon in return as well.

“Maybe I’ll show Toruk to Norm too but he’d probably shit his pants in fear… or excitement, hard to tell with him. I’ll bring Toruk around at some point then, for sure. I think it’s good he sees what he did too, he’s very clever… and proud for helping riddin’ Pandora of most of the… humans.”

It still felt alien to speak of his own species in such a war… poorly disguised shame and disgust. He was very good at keeping it to himself too, he didn’t want to hear anything about that subject at all. Hell, he never preferred to talk about his legs.

“They wouldn’t. They don’t obey me and I can’t feel anythin’ in them anyway. You could plunge a knife into them and I wouldn’t be wiser.” Jake gave his thigh a hearty slap. He could only shrug at Tsu’tey’s words, to the Na’vi it must sound heartless. Putting cash before someone’s life and honestly, it was damn heartless.

“My whole life’s been about war. Believe it or not when I say I’m sick of that shit.”

He moved forward, past Tsu’tey to check on the hangars further away, watching the people there move around. Supplies were carefully shipped around, nothing could be afforded to be lost.

“Seems we dragged Pandora into our god forsaken wars now too. I’m sorry for that, Tsu’tey.”

“Yes, some like it and others find it torturous to consume. What are ‘crickets’?” Tsu’tey did not recognize the human word, it felt funny on his tongue. His threat earned no reaction, he growled to himself and pinned his ears realizing he’d given Jake an advantage. He should have threatened to put something else in his food, like a mudcrawler in his soup. Now it would be difficult to catch him unawares!

“Toruk is frightening...if he defecated himself Toruk would loose interest in eating him. The scientists, they would like to see him closer. Perhaps as much as the people. Norman Spellman has won much respect among the na’vi, many of the horse clans would gladly train him to become one of the people.” Tsu’tey caught the shame and disgust in Jake’s tone, his ears swivelling forward. He was not seeking a way to heckle the man, but curiosity of why he felt that way.

“It is not right, that the sky people left you in such a state when they had toktors and medicine to help heal you.” He didn’t like Jake’s words, it showed clearly on his face. Why would he stab him in the leg, to see if he truly wouldn’t feel it?

Was this some strange tawtute game? Perhaps he’d ask Neytiri on it later....

“War is...inevitable. I do not blame you, Jake sully, for the destruction the Sky People caused. You are Omaticaya, and you are Toruk Makto.” The warrior followed, his pace slow to match his strides to Jake’s wheeling about. He observed the humans as they scurried about, moving supplies to and fro.

“Now is a time of peace, and regrowth. And for that, Irayo Jake Sully.”

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(ง'̀-'́)ง (jakey boy)

@jakesxlly

Even before the first punch had been thrown the warrior had been in a foul mood due to a failed hunt and scouts being unable to find a suitable new home tree for the clan, his ears were pinned against his skull and his tail lashing from side to side. Jake’s fist glancing off of Tsu’tey’s bicep was the straw that broke the taoliang’s back, causing him to whip around and bring his fist up to hit Jake square in the jaw with a enraged hiss.

“I am not in the mood for your games!” Tsu’tey snarled at him, remaining in a defensive fighting stance.

#;;in chara #(FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT)#lehrrap

lehrrap‌:

Neytiri nodded to her mother as she left, before Tsu’tey showed instead. The sight of him filled her with a familiar warmth and she returned the greeting, only finishing it with putting her hand over her heart for an added moment. She still had a great deal of new duties to tackle, as her mother slowly gave her the full role of tsahik. Among that keeping an eye on Jake; while Tsu’tey recovered they had all thought it best that he remain a temporary leader for the clan. If only because the people trusted him and saw him as Toruk Makto still.

But he was still Jake and it was still like watching a child sometimes.

“We will need them. I hope they are ready. Will you bring them forth?” the woman tilted her head curiously, hoping her skills were up to the task. It took a strong heart to read another’s, to see if they were fit for their future or not. Even so, there was only so much Neytiri herself could do. Their greatest challenge would be the ikrans. If they even survived the trip to them.

Tsu’tey’s heart felt lighter, and his injuries lesser when around Neytiri. He was glad to have caught her before Mo’at had her lead a blessing ceremony or before he was called to teach younger warriors, or the healers check on his recovery. He was grateful that Jake had taken the mantle of olo’eytkan while he recovered, the people trusted in him and would listen to Toruk Makto--but Jake was still Jake and he wondered if it only created more work for Neytiri at times.

“I believe they are ready, they have all made many clean kills and performed successfully on solitary hunts. I will bring them.” The warrior answered then beckoned for the group of young na’vi standing a little ways away to come forward, to meet the tsahik and see if they were ready. The ikrans and the climb would be the true challenge, but this would first test their spirit.

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lehrrap‌:

“It is kind of you to ask,” Neytiri smiled, happy he had thought of her, despite her romantic choice. She had feared there’d be rivalry between Tsu’tey and Jake, it was the last thing they needed. Tsu’tey was still a dear friend and their strongest warrior.

“I do miss flying. Without Szeze I am a crippled hunter.” She didn’t want to be in the way, in no form did she doubt her own skill with the bow… but she felt slow. Outside of the hunting pack.

“If you are certain that yours will be good carrying both, I will come with you.” Neytiri didn’t want to turn him down, despite her concerns. She was itching to be in the air again, to be useful.

“I thought it might lift your spirits, as Tsahik you raise ours. It seemed time that the favour was repaid.” Tsu’tey smiled back at her, content to bring happiness to her regardless of her choice in mates. They weren’t as well suited to each other, but as friends he supported her still. Rivalry didn’t exist between him and Jake anymore, it had developed into the occasional case of one of them yanking on the other’s queue.

“Perhaps on the next journey to iknamaya, you will come and find another ikran to hunt with. I cannot imagine what is is like to loose ma’ikran, you are very strong Neytiri.” None of the clan looked down on her, or thought of her as a lesser hunter for being unable to join the ikran makto on hunts. That she remained so strong, despite all she had lost only earned further respect from the warrior to the tsahik.

“I am certain that ma’ikran will be able to carry us both, it would be a great honour for you to join us.” Tsu’tey had flown with other hunters riding with him before, only trusted friends would he allow this or in some cases, to assist some of the remaining humans. It had been some time since he had last hunted with her, he missed the camaraderie of it.

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roleplayawesomemes

Send me (ง'̀-'́)ง to engage my muse into a fist fight.

#;;as eywa wills it[askbox]

“Why have you come?”

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