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baldursgat3 · 5 months

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Part 2 of my Enemies to Lovers. 3.1k words this time. Once again. Got away from me. This chapter literally doesn't even contain Astarion physically it's all just Karlach. I just love her I'm sorry but I said slow burn and I fuckin meant it

Part 1

“You mean Astarion?” She looked sadder now, glancing back towards the camp outside your tent. “He's not a monster any more than you are. Being a vampire doesn't just make you a monster.” “Luring countless people to their deaths does, though.” You could see the way it hurt her when you spoke about him that way, but it was true. He'd probably just won her over with his fancy words and pretty lies. “And you're all letting him tag around and play hero! As though he deserves any of it!” Your voice was rising in volume, you could hear it. You couldn't stop it though. It was hard not to let your emotions control you after everything. But you could see the sadness in her eyes at your words and that hurt.

At some point, the comfort and warmth of Karlach’s body as she carried you close to her chest wound up putting you to sleep. You'd tried to stay awake, hoping to scope out how your city had changed but you barely made it out of the palace before her warmth consumed you completely. It had just been so long since you'd felt comfortable and safe like this.

Safe? No you didn't feel safe. Not exactly. Well maybe a little? No! No not at all, you weren't safe with these people. They were all friends of Astarion's, they couldn't be trusted. How foolish was your exhausted mind that you allowed that vile man to convince you to be taken away again? Just because his warm, soft, beautiful- just because his friend said a few nice words?

Your mind tried to reconcile your conflicted thoughts as you slowly woke up. You were in some kind of tent. Nothing fancy, just some blankets and a bedroll, but it was far softer than the floor of your cell. It seemed to be daylight out, though it could've been absolutely any time. All you knew was that it was night when you left Cazador's palace.

Was this their game? How cruel. You were trapped in this little tent. There was only one exit and it led directly to your death. You were stuck in there, at least until nightfall.

You sat for a while, fuming about your new brand of captivity before your eyes fell on a small stack of books near the head of your bedroll. Books? Did you even remember how to read?

You hated the way your fingers trembled as you picked up one of the books. You still hadn't eaten anything, you didn't really feel like holding it, so you sat cross legged and rested it in your lap.

It had been so long since you'd held a book. You had always loved reading, it was the reason your old friends had pressured you into trying to go out more. You spent too much time reading. Well, reading never got you kidnapped and locked away for 200 years.

They weren't books you would've picked, but they were acceptable. Two of them were cheesy romance novels that you read sometimes and only in secret. The one in your lap was some adventure fiction about a dragon slayer or something. Not your cup of tea, but it was well written. And it wasn't like you had anything else to do.

Besides, the more you lost yourself in the book, the more the anger and fear of the day began to fade. It was easy to get lost in a world of grand heroics. You'd finished nearly 100 pages by the time you were interrupted.

The tent flap swung open abruptly - you'd been too engrossed in your book to hear anyone approach. Though it was largely blocked by the figure standing in front of it, several rays of sunlight struck your skin as you hissed and recoiled. You heard a soft “Oh shit!” before the flap closed and the sun was kept at bay once more.

You had never been burnt by the sun before. You hadn't seen daylight since before you were taken away from the world. It had only touched your skin for a moment and you could feel exactly where it had, like an awful sunburn. But still, your heart ached for the light. It was so close and completely out of your reach.

Karlach sat in front of you in your tent, an apologetic look in her eyes. “Sorry, I… kinda forgot you can't be in the sun.”

You were so torn. If it was anyone else you could've been nasty to her without a second thought. But she seemed so much kinder than anyone else you'd spoken to. The part of you that ached relentlessly for companionship, to not be lonely anymore, it begged you to ignore the other part of your mind that didn't trust anyone that was even remotely close to Astarion. You couldn't trust her.

But you still couldn't be mean to her. So you just sighed, throwing her a quizzical look, rather than a bitchy one. “Don't you live with a vampire right now?”

“Oh, well yeah… but…” She seemed hesitant to continue, though you only looked at her, blankly, leaving her no real choice. “Well he doesn't… okay so this is complicated.”

Over the next several minutes she laid out exactly what had been happening, the mind flayers, the cult, the tadpoles. Cazador had just been a pitstop on their world saving mission. It was difficult to imagine someone like Astarion trying to save the world. Karlach? She was hero material. Not that slimy little twink.

More importantly than anything, though, she very cautiously told you that the parasite they shared gave Astarion protection from the sun. Of course it did. He got everything, didn't he? Wasn't he lucky? You only stared longingly at the glow that came from outside your tent, and he was free to frolic about it in however he wished.

She must've seen the anger that flooded your face, as she reached out to try to comfort you. You didn't stop her as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “I'm sorry… For what happened to you. With him. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything from me, but I am sorry.”

“Why does he get to be in the sun? Why does he get to kill Cazador?” You were angry and tired and still so very very hungry. “He ruined my life. He ruined so many people's lives. He deserves to rot in the ground.”

“I… I don't think this is a conversation we should be having. You deserve to talk to him about this. I think you deserve to talk to each other, actually.” Her words were soft. As much as you never wanted to look at him again, she was right. This wasn't her issue, you wouldn't get the answers you needed from her.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself and reign in your anger. When you spoke again, your voice was much calmer, more even and less distressed. “So, then… why did you come here?”

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up and you suddenly realized how much warmer it was in your tent with her in it. “I came to offer you a snack.” She grinned, holding out her hand out to you with a closed fist.

You simply stared at her, looking between her face and her hand, mostly confused why she was taking so long to open her hand and actually give you something. “Um…”

“Sorry, did you not want it?” She pulled her hand back, just a bit. A confused, sad look crossed her face as she looked back at you.

“No, no!” It was the first time you ever managed any kind of excitement as you shook your head. “I do, I just… what are you… giving me?”

“A… drink…?” She seemed just as confused as you were. “Do you not drink blood, like Astarion? I'm sorry, I guess I just assumed-”

“You'd let me bite you?” Your heart lept into your throat. You'd never had anything but a couple rats in your miserable life as a vampire. Even then, that was so long ago and they had been given to you only as such wonderful gifts.

Karlach chuckled, a warm, comforting sound. “If you want to. But I will pull you off if you don't stop yourself and I super promise I'm stronger than you.” She grinned at you and you felt your lips twitch upwards in response. It was the closest thing to a smile you'd managed in over a century. How odd.

You very gently took her hand in both of yours, staring at her as though you were waiting for her to jerk away at any moment. She didn't though, she just smiled back at you. “Might be a little warmer than you're used to.”

Used to. She thought you were used to drinking blood of any kind. It was still a strange concept to you but… if she was offering, it must not be an issue for you to worry about. Not morally anyway.

Ever so gently you sunk your fangs into one of her veins, piercing her warm skin as her blood dripped onto your tongue. It was definitely warm. Almost hot like coffee. It was… sweet though. Not like coffee. Like hot chocolate. A perfect cup of hot chocolate after too long spent outdoors in the cold.

It didn't really occur to you to think about how strange it was to compare someone else's blood to a children's drink, you were too consumed by your hunger. She was delicious, far different than any of the rats you'd eaten. You could feel her warmth as it seemed to radiate through your body.

You really didn't mean to lose yourself, you were just so hungry. Besides, you believed her when she said she was stronger than you. You only hoped she knew when you'd had too much because you were accidentally set to drink her completely dry

She might've been telling you to stop, you really couldn't hear anything over the fireworks going off in your head as you finally ate something. Or - someone maybe.

Still, you suddenly felt her palm against your forehead as she pushed your head away from her wrist. You barely had the strength to instinctively resist her. You were still starving.

“- make yourself sick, mate.” You heard her voice come into focus as you wiped your mouth. It took a moment, but you shook yourself out of your frenzy, glancing up at her with frightened eyes.

“Oh, I- I'm sorry.” You whispered. “I didn't… I really didn't mean to-”

“Hey, it's okay.” Her voice was bright as ever. “Might've been a lot but I doubt they'll need me to whack anything too big tomorrow.”

What was wrong with this woman? Why was she so kind? So happy? How could she smile so easily like this? It didn't seem like her trust even wavered in you at all, despite you barely even trying to resist your hunger. “Why are you doing this?”

Her eyes softened, though the smile always remained on her face. “There's a lot of shit in this world. We've both been through hell, we know what it's like. Why would I want to cause more of that? Especially when I can help, instead?”

You wanted to laugh at her, a part of you was almost angry that she acted like she knew what you'd been through. She was so kind though, you just couldn't find it in your undead heart to be mean to her. Still, you sighed and looked away. “I don't think you understand what it's like to go through hell.”

She laughed. She was laughing at you, why was she laughing? You straightened up, a bit startled and a little irritated that she would do that. She must've seen it on your face, too, because she held her hands up in defense as she stopped laughing.

“I'm sorry, that wasn't nice.” She still smiled. “It's just- it's not your fault but gods, you couldn't be more wrong. I mean I literally went through hell. A personal attack dog for Zariel for ten years. I know you've got time on me but, I mean… front lines of the Blood War? Maybe we call it a draw.”

You stared at her quizzically. There was no way this woman survived ten years in the hells and came out like this. She was so… friendly? “You can't be serious.”

“Dead serious.” She thumped her chest, a loud banging sound echoing out as though she was hitting steel. “Gave me this to remember them by. An infernal engine right where my heart should be.”

It made sense, she ran hotter than anyone you'd ever known. If she had fires from the hells roiling in her chest, that'd explain it. Still, it baffled you. Devils stole her heart from her and she still smiled at you and laughed and bantered.

Her smile softened just a bit, taking on a sadder undertone. “So trust me when I say I know what it's like to deserve better. I understand a lot more of what you're feeling than you might think. You're surrounded by good people, though.”

“I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed, pulling your knees in. Karlach was the exception, but you were positive every other person in this camp was just as vile as Astarion. “You've been harboring a monster with you this whole time, someone must've okayed that.”

“You mean Astarion?” She looked sadder now, glancing back towards the camp outside your tent. “He's not a monster any more than you are. Being a vampire doesn't just make you a monster.”

“Luring countless people to their deaths does, though.” You could see the way it hurt her when you spoke about him that way, but it was true. He'd probably just won her over with his fancy words and pretty lies. “And you're all letting him tag around and play hero! As though he deserves any of it!”

Your voice was rising in volume, you could hear it. You couldn't stop it though. It was hard not to let your emotions control you after everything. Especially now that you've actually got a bit of energy from feeding on Karlach. But you could see the sadness in her eyes at your words and that hurt.

“Astarion was a victim. Just like you were. It was just… in different ways.” She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands awkwardly. “This really isn't a conversation I should have with you. It's not my story to tell. All I can ask is that you give him a chance. Cazador controlled him too. He knows, more than anyone, the anger you feel.”

That was true. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Cazador had been using Astarion and his “siblings” for. It was hard to care how little say he might've had in the matter when your life was still over. It wasn't like you didn't blame Cazador but “Astarion still chose me.”

Your voice was soft now, tears welling up in your throat as you spoke. She wasn't hitting you with any new revelations. You had assumed Astarion had been manipulated or even controlled into fetching prey for Cazador. Various stories of him from your cellmates painted the picture of a man who didn't exactly want to be sacrificing strangers to an evil man but the point remained. He could've picked up any number of people. And he chose you.

Karlach didn't seem to know how to respond. You didn't know the woman too well but you got the feeling she wasn't speechless very often. Not that you minded when she was so friendly. Now though, you both just sat awkwardly in your tent, neither of you quite sure what to say.

Finally, after what was likely only about ten seconds that felt like a year, she spoke again, her voice quieter than you were used to. “He did.” There was no point in trying to make an excuse. There wasn't much sense in arguing. Obviously if he hadn't chosen you it would've been someone else, but what comfort would that be?

You had been miserable, starved and isolated for nearly two centuries. Stripped away from your family and friends, your home, every plan you ever had, everything. You were keenly aware it was selfish to wish such suffering on anyone else but, at a certain point, you stopped caring about your morality. You would've given anything for him to have chosen someone else.

It didn't feel good, when you first realized you felt that way. The recognition that your suffering had worn away at the very core of who you were. Thoughts and feelings you would've never imagined happening filled your mind. Violence and anger and bitterness. A deep, boiling hatred and a desperate longing for revenge. All emotions that you had never been terribly familiar with before all this, not really. Now they consumed you.

“I'm sorry.” Karlach's voice was gentle. Though her eyes displayed a kind of sadness, she still smiled. She still seemed so optimistic. You didn't understand. “Look, I'm not gonna make you do anything, but I think you should talk to Astarion. I'll be there too, if you want, so nobody kills anyone.”

You laughed. It was a short, somewhat bitter laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “That seems smart.” You didn't want to talk to Astarion. He didn't deserve anything from you but… maybe Karlach did. She was the reason you were out of that shitty dungeon. Even if you were stuck in a tent, you hadn't realized how desperately you'd missed the fresh air. “Fine. I'll talk to him. But only if you're there too.”

Her eyes lit up and you could see her body move instinctively for a moment before she pulled it under control. She had nearly lunged out to hug you, before thinking twice about it. You would've let her. “Oh, awesome! Okay that's exciting. I promise, I think you'll feel better after this, I really do. I'll talk to him, maybe you can chat tonight. You know. When you can actually leave the tent without roasting.”

She smiled at you warmly. Clearly she had been banking on you agreeing to talk to Astarion, though you weren't sure why. Her excitement was contagious, though, and you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself. You wanted to hug her, you wished she'd gone for it and hugged you. It wasn't the sort of thing you felt you could go asking for yet though. So instead you just allowed the smile to remain on your face as you spoke. “Thank you. For- for being kind to me. Even though I'm… kind of a bitch.”

“Eh, you've got reason to be a bitch.” She gave your shoulder a playful shove. “Anyway, you need to rest. Finally had something to eat again after all this time, I'm sure you could use a nap.” She chuckled, rising from the ground in front of you.

She moved to the tent flap, carefully opening it this time to keep the sun's rays off your body. You couldn't help staring longingly at the beam of light on the floor, though. You glanced up as she spoke again, haloed now by the light from outside. “I'll go talk to him, you get some rest, yeah? Later!”

And with that she was gone. But still, you smiled. Her warmth still lingered. Besides, you knew she'd come back.

#astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #im putting it in the tav tag even though its not technically tav #but its basically tav and thats the bigger tag so #this is actually secretly just karlach reader propaganda

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ao3cassandraic · 10 months

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Heaven and Hell as surveillance states

@princess-spock responding to The Fiasco says:

The Metatron probably IS watching, although it can't be too close by because he's never visible through the windows… But, so what? If Aziraphale wants help, what's to prevent him from just ASKING Crowley for it? If the Metatron was able to perceive anything Aziraphale did or said at a distance, Aziraphale would be unable to eventually plot against him, so the Metatron CAN'T be that perceptive. Turned backs are sufficient to thwart lip reading, lol.

Solid observation. Let's explore it. (I mentioned I'm a privacy wonk, I think. No way am I gonna miss an opportunity to privacy-wonk at all of Tumblr!)

One thing I did while I was pondering The Final Fifteen Minutes was watch it with the sound muted and captions off. I'm not the greatest at connecting facial expressions with emotions (not neurodivergent as far as I know, just kind of clueless, this takes effort and attention for me), so I needed the lack of distraction.

I recommend this. It did help clarify things for me. And, of course, it gives an idea of the level of drama Metatron can see through the bookshop window even if he can't hear or lipread the actual words. Frankly, though, would you put a surveillance miracle (or a simple plant of what Earth humans call a "bug" in the bookshop -- he has plenty of opportunity) past the fucking Metatron? I wouldn't. But I'm not the point. Would Aziraphale think this possible? How would it impact his conduct in the Final Fifteen Minutes?

From the chinwag, Aziraphale learns that the Metatron's been hunting through Heaven's records to figure out that Crowley and Aziraphale are an item. (As I said, chilling. Just the "I've been watching you two" implication must be a real oh-fuck moment for our poor angel.) Exactly how much he knows, we don't know and Aziraphale doesn't know. It could be a lot... and it gives the Metatron a psychological advantage over Aziraphale to leave that question open, let Aziraphale imagine that the Metatron could know anything about them, or even everything.

Now, there's plenty we don't know about how Heavenly surveillance works and how extensive it is, especially on Earth. In s1, Michael rocks up to Gabriel with surveillance photos of Crowley and Aziraphale on a random park bench. But Michael's pretty incompetent with things Earthly -- she barely manages to figure out a matchbox. I wouldn't take those photos as the limit of what Heaven's or Hell's systems can do on Earth.

Saraqael, Heaven's Only Competent Angel, is pretty adept with the Realtime Big Globe, also a surveillance mechanism. She doesn't expand the archangels' view on the sceptred isle past what's needed to detect the miracle plume -- but then, at that point she believes she's shown what they need to know, why bother looking further? So we don't know how deep or detailed that globe's viewport can go! Judging from his actions in s1, Aziraphale barely knows how to make the globe work; he doesn't know either. So as far as he's concerned, it could be capable of any level of realtime surveillance at any place on Earth. Does the Metatron have an accomplice using it to keep an eye on the bookshop? (I actually don't think so -- the Gaiman-Finnemore brain trust tends to be more parsimonious than that -- but Aziraphale has little on which to base a guess. It's possible, to him.)

We do know Aziraphale and Crowley fear the possibilities. Why else would Crowley insist on doing a miracle to shield Jimbriel from recognition, practically first thing after he and Aziraphale reconcile?

We also get a pretty substantial clue that Hell's surveillance systems on Earth can hear words -- if they couldn't, why would Crowley care so much about never being called nice or kind or good? Furfur surveilling the Spider Shit Cell can hear the flies screaming, another hint.

So we know, from all this and from Muriel's full-color meeting-Zoom records, that Heaven is a surveillance state in the Bentham-panopticon, Orwell Nineteen Eighty-Four tradition, and Heaven treats Earth as a surveillance target as well. The surveillance state is even more obvious in Hell; Furfur's a cog in that wheel.

The slight twist away from Bentham and Orwell is that Heaven's surveillance systems don't seem to be monitored 24/7/365 the way Bentham's prison or Oceania's telescreens are. Instead, the Realtime Big Globe gets an occasional pinch-and-zoom, and otherwise surveillance records pile up unheeded in Muriel's office until somebody cares enough to consult them, which isn't often ("once every few hundred years" according to Muriel).

So it's intermittent, unpredictable surveillance, consultable whenever anyone cares enough. And from research on Earth humans (um, I'm going to put a CW for abuse on this post, because a fair chunk of this research involves survivors of domestic and intimate-partner abuse, also those who live in oversurveilled areas or are subject to bossware), we know that under constant or intermittent-unpredictable surveillance, people develop strict internal self-governors for their own conduct -- stricter than their surveillors expect of them, even. They often become anxious, expecting accusation or attack from any corner at any moment. Distressingly often, surveillance all by itself (no additional abuse necessary) causes clinically-significant trauma.

Does this sound like our Ineffables to you? Does to me. (It's also mirrored in Lindsay's treatment of Nina.) They know they can get away with a fair bit, because they build up a track record of doing so -- Heaven is largely indifferent and possible to trick, God is outright oblivious, and both Heaven and Hell seem to operate on a peer-to-peer surveillance model where you only get watched when somebody's trying to rat you out (see: Furfur going after Crowley in 1941). But the consequences of being successfully ratted out are dire -- Falling, in Heaven; whatever happened to Crowley at the end of the Resurrectionist minisode, in Hell.

Again, Aziraphale finds out during the chinwag that the Metatron has taken an interest in him and Crowley, enough to comb through the records. So even if the Metatron can't read lips, even if he hasn't planted a bookshop bug -- given that Heaven's a surveillance state and he knows the Metatron's out there watching and can consult Heaven's surveillance records for additional details afterwards, strict kayfabe will be Aziraphale's likeliest defensive response, and quite reasonably so.

Not least because the Metatron is by no means the typical incompetent Heaven angel. He handles himself on Earth perfectly! He's not omniscient or infallible, but he's only the tiniest bit lacking in clue! If Aziraphale's extra-cautious in the bookshop, knowing that the Metatron's involved in this mess, that's only common sense!

So I'm standing pat on Aziraphale kayfabing his poor little heart out with Crowley, for now. (As always, my metas are subject to revision and reinterpretation! I'm way too Former Litrachoor Scholar to insist on a single set-in-stone interpretation of anything ever.)

#gos2spoilers #gos2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens #ineffable husbands #the fucking metatron #heaven and hell are surveillance states #the final fifteen minutes #tw abuse #cw abuse #good omens meta #heaven and hell

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soupsandwich64 · 11 months

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THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES.

Forgive me for any mistakes of lore, names or character traits etc.. I am bad at remembering things.

Not proof read.

ALSO NOTE THAT THIS DOESN'T MEAN "THESE ARE THE ONLY LANGUAGES THAT WORK ON THEM" IT MEANS "THESE ARE THE ONES THAT WORK BEST OUT OF ALL OF THEM"

And theres things like least favorite, too.

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ROCKET RACCOON

RECEIVING -

(What is most effective towards him)

GIFT GIVING.

(Particularly prosthetic limbs)

QUALITY TIME.

Think like co-playing. Both in the same room doing different things. Sometimes talking

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

This one is probably pretty intense for him, so he only lets it actually sink in if it's a short sentiment from someone he truly cares about. Like, a friend being like "wow you're so cool!" Would definitely make him feel good, and probably inflate his ego/self esteem, but wouldn't really set in. But if like, Peter or Mantis etc. said something like "I appreciate everything you do for this team, we love you" that might actually hit hard. That's what I mean when I put words of affirmation here

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GIVING

(What he would give you or others)

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

QUALITY TIME.

These two are his most standard forms of affection. He also gives them like he receives them. So, if someone he's friends with is a silent type, comfortable silence in the same room. If they're talkative, some light chatting is ok, and so on. Words of affirmation from him would most likely just be surface level stuff like "Good job" "You're not as dumb as I thought" "that's a neat trick" etc. sort of a friendly bullying. How people respond to that bullying tells him a lot about someone, usually. Just like with himself, if he's particularly close to someone, he may let out the occasional genuine praise without a layer of sarcasm.

LEAST FAVORITE

Physical touch.

Yeah, ouch, I know.

Not only is he smaller than everyone, which might make physical touch overwhelming, but he also has the situation on his back. But deep down, I think he's a bit touch starved (Everyone in the dang MCU is at this point) and secretly enjoys it. You just can't be heavy handed, and he really has to trust you. And too much too frequently may make him feel like a pet. So be careful.

(theres no way he would admit though, If asked about it he would simply say "Cause I don't want you gross sweaty skin bags all over me", referring to most peoples lack of fur)

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PETER QUILL

(Theres like only 4 gifs of him. Why does my boy not deserve tasty gifs)

RECEIVING

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With Peter it heavily depends on where you are in his timeline. The "golden age" Peter, where Gamora is alive and in love, and its good times for everyone, is probably not focused on relationships outside of the team (which might be part of his issues that were addressed in Vol 3.) The "everyone I love is dead" peter is in an extreme depressive state and obviously isn't going to be making new friends or even be responsive to his current friends (for the most part). The post Vol3 "Reconciled with my dad and stopped hopping on lily pads" Peter is new man! But also the same, being like a rebuilt version of himself. He would now, in my opinion, value every relationship he has. Every opportunity he has to be with other people becomes valuable, and everything he does is to honor the people who loved him when no one else did (Mama Quill, Yondu, Gamora etc.) and serve the people who love him now and kept loving him even through hard times. (Rocket, Mantis, Drax, Groot etc.).

With that said,

ACTS OF SERVICE

GIFT GIVING

I see Peter feeling loved more through actions and physical items because of what he's been through, making him crave things that are solid and real. Also Yondu was a lil trinket collector so that may turn up in Peter too. But, I also think Peter may feel a little guilty when receiving gifts. Very grateful, though.

I will also add

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

QUALITY TIME

Because even despite what I just said, I think a solid "You're so strong, I look up to you" every now then would make him giggle and kick his feet a little internally.

And listening to music together or sharing music is also particularly special

At the end of the day, he's just happy to be around loved ones.

GIVING

Just as you may be doing right now, he would probably try and figure out what the specific person likes. So his giving just depends on the person.

LEAST FAVORITE.

He doesn't really have one. He just wants to be loved.

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DRAX

(The destroyer (and protector))

Drax is probably receptive to most forms of affection, but it has to be obvious and clearcut.

Like, doing subtle things in the background might not get his attention, but hugging him directly and saying something like "I appreciate you as a person and for everything you do for the team" would be a lot better, and mean a lot more to him, even though its a very bold/blunt move. Theres probably a balance between blunt and subtle, but it would be pretty easy to strike. You also don't want to leave room for interpretation if you're afraid of him misinterpreting the difference between platonic and romantic affection. Its a slippery slope, but as long as you avoid using the word 'love' without platonic clarification too many times, you'll be good.

Also Drax does does not make friends in the traditional sense, he simply decides who is and who is not his friend. Whether they know about it or not. Not even in a way thats like cold and calculated or something, he just thinks it in his own head and decides it, expecting the others to simply Know.

With that said,

RECEIVING

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

I say this is probably both receiving and giving, but he's probably less likely to give and more open to receive. I feel like he would just kinda stand there the first few times someone hugged him, but if it became a routine thing, he would become more reciprocal. That might sound like he doesn't like physical touch, but I think its rather the fact that along with his other social skills, physical affection just turns out.. different.. for him. Like when he pet Rocket. I think he's a physical person, it just comes out weird. I want to hug him. If you touch his muscles too much he may get weirded out, or think you like him.

GIVING GIFTS

If you give him something he likes, like zarg-nuts, oh boy. He will DEFINITELY like you. Thats all to be said.

GIVING

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Things like "You're ugly, but thats good because then you know who really loves you", y'know.

GIFT GIVING

Will offer you zarg-nuts. Thats a big deal.

LEAST FAVORITE

Probably Quality Time, but only if its boring. I think he actually sees things like fighting alongside the team as quality time, so it might just be different than how we would interpret quality time.

Again, he probably is just generally receptive to each language so you can't really go wrong, as long as you come across right.

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GAMORA (pre and post)

(There's also not a lot of gifs of her at all)

So, much like quill, she has three versions. During Thanos, Golden Age, and Multiverse. I'll do Golden Age and Multiverse because I don't think During Thanos is interesting, at least not for this specific post.

Also golden age and multiverse are technically two different people.

GOLDEN AGE GAMORA

Golden age Gamora is, in my opinion, a very deeply feeling woman. She can be stone cold when she needs to, but I feel like she is very emotionally intelligent especially as she gets closer with the team. She is also very loving, and is often 'the rock' of a friendship. Or just generally the level headed, down to earth one.

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RECEIVING

QUALITY TIME

Definitely finds spending time together and talking valuable. Even listening to music together is special.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

As long as the words are honest and not trying to just flatter her or try and get in good with her, she appreciates it. Honest praise goes a long way. Too much too often may make her embarrassed.

GIVING

Since she *is* rather emotionally intelligent, I imagine she would figure out what that person is most receptive to, and display that. But if it's someone she likes, like Peter, she may get bashful and have a hard time acting natural with it and would probably revert to her own preferred language.

LEAST FAVORITE

GIFT GIVING.

I imagine her upbringing caused her to not be a materialistic person. That said, gifts can be extremely special to her, but its just rare. So giving her flowers doesn't do anything but like if Peter gave her a mixtape, thats different.

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MULTIVERSE GAMORA

A more hot headed, less sensitive version of golden age. Meaning she's probably more standoffish and less emotionally intelligent, but not by a lot, just sort of by the trimmings and details of her personality. Being with the ravagers probably does that to most anyone. Golden age has more motherly vibes, while multiverse has more protective older sister vibes.

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RECEIVING

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

In the form of rough housing and play fighting with her ravager friends. Not exactly in a tender way, although I do see sort of the "let me patch you up" angst. One of the differences between the two is that multiverse is more afraid to be vulnerable.

GIFT GIVING

Surprisingly. I think the ravager life style may make her a little more appreciative of having her own things. I imagine theres a lot of competitiveness for special food and special items, even if its playful. Even though something unnecessary like flowers may not excite her, things like a newer, stronger weapon could mean a lot. Golden Age may not feel the exact same only because it's probably more accessible. But lets say if its something Rocket made her, then it would be inherently valuable because its from her friend. With multiverse, things gain inherent value when they're useful.

LEAST FAVORITE

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

She doesn't need you to tell her she's doing a good job, she already knows. Compliments are only effective from people she respects above peer-level, which is rare. Joking around with her friends (loving insults, etc) is different though.

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GROOT (multiple ages)

(I couldn't find gifs of young adult groot, only many of baby groot and a few of groot senior. Sad)

Baby Groot, Teen Groot, Young Adult Groot, Adult Groot, Groot Senior. So many choices. I'll do them ALL. (Except adult groot cause we just saw him for a few minutes so like- yknow)

GROOT SENIOR

Since Groot sr. was treated "more as animal" than a person, I imagine he doesn't have a concept of love language at all. Therefor, I will say that anything he perceives as loving, caring and protective action is his love language both giving and receiving. R.I.P. legend you will not be forgotten 🪽🕊️🕊️ 🙏 💯

The original baby boy. I'm still sad.

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BABY GROOT

He's a baby, so in theme for babies, attention, physical affection, and quality time are pretty much his main priorities. He ain't got much going on. Older baby groot, like toddler groot, is more active and perceptive, so I'd say his main receiving language is words of affirmation, and his main giving language is acts of service.

TEEN GROOT

Teen groot is broody and angsty, and he's definitely not thinking about other's feelings. So I'm gonna say while it's rare, when he does show affection, it's act of service. Receiving is pretty much anything, he doesn't really care right now.

At least not about the specifics.

YOUNG ADULT GROOT

Now, groot is much more loving and affectionate. He is receptive to all love languages, and gives them all too. Except, theres not much use in words of affirmation for him unless he really loves the person.

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MANTIS

RECEIVING

Anything. As long as she can clearly tell it's love/affection, it's effective. Like Peter, she just wants to be loved.

GIVING

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Being able to verbally explain how she feels to someone, and how she may appreciate that person, is the most confident option for her. She thinks that it's pretty effective, and is the safest option. She probably also never got a lot of affection at all before the Guardians, but I think she appreciates mental and social affection more than physical.

LEAST FAVORITE

Doesn't have one.

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NEBULA

(Last one I'm doing this post then I'll do a few more in a second post)

RECEIVING

QUALITY TIME.

Like board games and stuff, or at least thats what I think she wants, deep down. I feel like maybe she doesn't realize this is one of her love languages. Like it's subconscious.

GIFT GIVING.

With her upbringing, she only had things taken away. Giving her something of importance may mean a lot to her. Like her new arm in Vol3. Again since shes still a little emotionally constipated, she may not really realize this.

GIVING.

She doesn't really understand how to sort of actively pursue a friendship or how to read someones love language, so her giving language is probably just existing in the same space as someone without criticizing them. Because she doesn't quite know how to do more than that, or at least isn't comfortable right now. But she wants to and deep down she's trying.

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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!

I'll do like Adam Warlock and stuff next.

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ok showing the dash/your notifs mercy and queuing the rest of my omegaverse reblogs. but this universe is everything. before i close tumblr for the night i have thoughts/questions i have to get out.

marc has gone through it in this universe and i believe with my whole heart that post-reconciliation marc lets vale back into his bed long before he fully trusts him again. we've established that vale is unbelievably possessive which is... scary for marc in this post-reconciliation space? reassuring? how do these two navigate these early days?

i'm imagining the relief vale feels being able to smell marc again... thinking that the mess is over. but then if marc reacts differently than before? if marc's not just high on love hormones but maybe also a little wary? and vale can finally smell him again but he's smelling marc feeling unsure about him?? (heartbreak, tragedy, ruin, etc.)

anyway. um. i love it.

— Daisy 🧡

uhm so. Yeah marc and vale have sex wayyy before marc completely trusts vale again. but that's not really something new because they were doing it already before argentina, sex has always been a predominant part of their relationship both pre and post sepang. But does Marc let Vale be with him during is heat? i honestly don't know. because vale is the only person marc has ever spent a heat with, and it's not only a really vulnerable part of him, it's a part of him he's tried to suppress for years because of vale. but yeah at one point after they start reconciling marc feels a kind of pressure to be with vale during his heat because that's what they used to do, that was the norm. between 2013 and 2014 being together during heats and ruts was literally a no brainer. Is it the smart thing to do? debatable, but he spends his next heat with vale anyways. I can imagine vale maybe being a little mean during the sex, like he used to do before sepang, and marc even if he's basically gone from the heat and the hormones reacts not begging or pleading or spreding his legs more but. being wary. starting to smell unsure. because vale in 2015 insinuated to the press that marc tried to seduce him. and before that being called a slut and desperate was fine because it was their game, but after? after everybody listened to the small seeds vale planted and let them grow and used them against him? it's not a game anymore, it's an insult to his gender, to his motivations, to who he is.

Vale doesn't really get it (because when he said those things he didn't actually realize what it would mean in regards of the omegaphobia in the sport) but of course panics, makes a sharp u-turn and basically treats marc like a princess for the rest of his heat. they talk about it but like, months later (true kings of communication we have here, ignoring their very obvious problems for months) and vale is like. mhm. i might have seriously fucked it up badly for everyone here.

and for the possessiveness. marc likes it because it means that vale cares. especially when vale does it in public. not like, full on jealousy fits because he's his own person thank you very much (albeit he do likes them once in a while), but for example vale putting an arm around his waist to keep him close when they talk to someone else or scenting him before they go onto their separate ways. it means that vale cares about him enough to show the whole world, that it's not a game, that it's different from what they had after sepang and even from what they had before.

#rosquez #omegaverse motogp #omegaverse rosquez #btw i absolutely loved your tags on the posts #c'è posta per me

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fandomsofadistractedwriteblr · 2 years

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Rangers Apprentice Fantasy Headcanons if John Flanagan Actually Committed to the Bit

Ranger's oakleaf pendants are enchanted by the commander to be a tiny beacon of warmth whenever an apprentice/mentor duo are nearby to each other, and this persists even after the apprenticeship ends. This makes the game of Gilan trying to sneak up on Halt way funnier because the pendant warming is a dead giveaway, and makes Halt giving up his oakleaf to go find Will a much bigger deal because now there's no way to tell if he's getting "warmer" to finding him. When Horace becomes known as the oakleaf knight, his shield is enchanted too because he's basically an honorary brother to will let's be real.

The rule of "The cloak isn't magic, training is everything, trust the cloak" still applies, because they're not perfectly illusory, but they do shift color and pattern throughout the year to match the changing seasons.

Where do the wargals go after Morgarath is killed??? Do they all just die spontaneously? Run off a cliff like lemmings?? Get mass executed by the araluens? No! They've got a tragic history of being semi-intelligent war-slaves. Let me see a few refugee ones make their way to Malcom's camp along with the rest of the "freaks" he takes in, and be given a home, and have Will reconcile his (very valid and traumatic) fears of dealing with them before with the fact that they had no control over the situation back then.

On that note just let Malcom be an honest to the gods sorcerer, he deserves it.

When they're chasing the Kalkara in book 1, they pass through this plain with singing flutes. What's the deal with that?? I think this is a religious practice for a god. We know the Skandians practice a polythestic religion but only get superficial information. I want to know more about the rest of the world and I want Details Please and Thank You. A singing shrine for local spirits is such a cool worldbuilding concept that is left totally unexplored.

The ranger horses can still be a special breed that Halt stole from the Arridi, but they're semi-intelligent mythical creatures in their own right with a history full of lore. Give them a better reason for their mannerisms beyond just "good training". Every once and a while Tug pulls out some whacky power and Will's like "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THAT ONE." This is already canon.

It's been a while since I read books 5 and 6 where Alyss got kindapped that one time, but I vaguely remember there was this one hypnotizing jewel. She takes that idea and brings it back to the diplomats to research, refine, reproduce, and use. They start wearing them as necklaces to subconsciously influence the people they're talking to to agree with them on diplomatic missions. Lady Pauline strikes me as the type of person to not shy away from a little harmless mind control. After all she married Halt "forging a king's seal is totally ok" O'Carrick so the moral compass is. A bit wobbly.

Jenny's cooking position is also a secret potioneering apprenticeship and she send Gilan off with tons of healing potions because she worries about him coming home safe. After hearing about what happens to Will in Skandia, and what happens to Halt in Halt's Peril, she makes it her life's mission to develop antidotes to warmweed and other addictive/poisonous substances so that no one has to suffer those withdrawl effects and symptoms again.

Morgarath had a fancy enchanted necromancer sword that he used in the battle, and when Horace uses the double knife defense to block and kill him, the power translates to those two daggers. He doesn't use them ever, but carries them with him in case he's ever really. REALLY. desperate and also because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep them. Eventually, he gives one to Evelyn/Cassandra so she can keep herself safe in case of emergency and then they have cute evil matching couple knives <3

#etta rambles #rangers apprentice #it's been ages and ages since I read these books I just know that I love them and I have strong feelings about this #rangers apprentice headcanons #ra headcanons

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Feud- EDDIE X FEM!READER SMUT

Cw- 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, Rough-ish sex, Biting, teasing, name calling, oral (bith recieving), arguing, alcohol.

Enjoy weirdos

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Summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana meant more time with friends, more time doing stupid shit, and your personal favorite- parties.

You were anticipating this Summer to be especially good, seeing as you had just finished your freshman year at college. You were also anticipating finally reconciling with some old friends, or at least reconnecting with your class on good terms.

Or a summer romance.

C'mon, who knows? You read all about it in young adult novels.

Nancy's end of the school year party was something everyone buzzed about come May. What got the gossip-obsessed crowd even more fixated was that Eddie was invited. You weren't offended, Nancy and Eddie had their own troubles that were sorted out a while ago. You and Eddie, however... That was a different story.

You pulled up to Nancy's place a little early, like she had asked you to.

"I need to see my bestie before everyone else turned up!"

You loved her and she meant well, but you cringed remembering her statement.

Nancy's carrying a jug of what looks like fruit punch from the garage to the backyard.

"Hey!" You leave your car, approaching her. "Anything I can help with?"

"There's another jug in the fridge if you can carry it." She beams. "I'm so excited, I made them this morning."

"You made fruit punch?"

"No! Jungle juice. It’s a bunch of alcohol and fruit juice mixed together. Mom and Dad finally trust me enough to actually leave the house for more than a few hours while I'm hosting so..." She shakes the jug a little, the bright red liquid sloshing around. "Had to go all out."

"Ohh, gotcha. Lemme get the other one then."

You meet her in the backyard to finish setting up.

"Eddie's gonna be here." She announces suddenly- as if it was something she needed to get off her chest.

"I figured. Y'all are good right? Why else would he come?"

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good. I just wanted to let you know."

"I don't mind at all." And you really don't. "I'd like to figure out why he hated my guts so much in high school, but I'm not about to cause a scene, y'know? I respect your friendship."

"Thanks, Y/n." She looks at the grass for a moment. "I know he uh- he wasn't the nicest to you. But did he ever find out...?"

"That I liked him?" You shake your head. "Nah, even when we weren't at each other's throats in class, I never had the courage to tell him. Probably for the best though, right? Would have been super awkward." That comment makes her chuckle, which is a relief. Your (rather insignificant) crush on Eddie was sophomore year, and you were in college now. Too much has happened since for you to really give a damn.

People start pulling up at around 7, and by 8, nearly everyone that was coming had arrived- and you’re lost in a sea of drunken former classmates. (Not for nothing, you’re getting to that point, too).

However, even while you're playing drinking games with Nancy and throwing fritos at Robin, you can't stop thinking about Eddie.

But why? And why now?

One thing you once hoped for was that your need to fix everything wouldn't follow you to college- but shit, wishful thinking, right?

Well, that's the most logical reasoning in your tipsy brain. The sun is fully set and you're making it a thing to start to pace yourself so you don't get too drunk too fast.

With that being said you chug the last of your can before finding Eddie sitting on a plastic lawn chair a bit further on in the backyard. He’s with Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in front of a fire pit.

"Hey Y/n!" Steve notices you first, and he and Jonathan wave you over. You hear Steve mumble something to Eddie before he shoots you a look.

"Hey guys, how's your night been?" You sit in the empty chair next to Argyle, keeping your distance from Eddie.

"Pretty good." Jonathan answers first, swirling a bottle of beer by the top part. "I'm glad so many people could show, I thought we’d never see a lot of them again."

Like Eddie.

You didn't mean to look at him when Jonathan said that part about never seeing one another again. But you did.

Fuck.

"I dunno, might be for the best we don't have class with some of these people now." Eddie speaks up, and it's clear he'd seen you glance over.

Steve's smart, though. He knows where Eddie was going with that snarky comment and he isn't going to hear it. "It's still hard to believe we're done." He says. "It's only been a year, but being here makes me feel like it's been a week."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"To surviving freshman year," Jonathan states, raising his bottle. "May high school stop feeling like it was only a week ago... Don't really need to remember that." That gets a few giggles before everyone eventually raises their bottles for a toast.

You have a couple more mixed drinks, and while your conversation gets deeper and more personal, Eddie abruptly leaves your guys' slice of the backyard.

He left to talk to Nancy.

"Is he alright?" You ask once you're sure he's out of earshot.

"Maybe seeing us again finally hit him? It's not like we were able to hang out much this year." Steve says, glancing over at Nancy and Eddie. "Maybe he feels old." He grins, obviously not serious.

"Nah, I bet it's you, Y/n." Steve blurts out, face red as Jonathan elbows him.

"The fuck, dude?" Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah... You three can dish this out yourselves, four's a crowd y'know?" With that, Argyle leaves too.

"So y'all know why Eddie hated me, but not Nancy?" You ask, face getting hot.

"Well... Yeah. Nancy and Eddie are close, but you two are like sisters." Jonathan starts. "N-Not to say you aren't close with us! Just that, he trusted us more than her. I guess."

"Can you tell me at least? We're done with highschool anyways. Who cares now?"

Jonathan won't look at you when he speaks. "He was just kinda... Jealous. I guess."

You can't help but laugh. "No fucking way. You're lying!"

"No..." Steve starts. Neither of them were smiling. "He was always pissy that you succeeded in areas he couldn't. Like English, Math, even fighting all that shit in the upside-down. You know how jealous Eddie can get."

"But did that warrant all the things he's said done?" You thought of the rude remarks over the years. The catty bullshit. The humiliation tactics in class and at D&D meets. The one time he "accidentally" knocked your coffee over. He didn't offer to get you a new one. "There has to be something else."

"Not that we ever knew of." Jonathan cuts in, but his voice quickly gets quiet. Your back is facing the deck, so you can't see much of the party behind you.

"Knew of what?" Eddie askes. But he sounds like he already knows the answer. He's right behind you now, and the heat eminating from him is far less welcoming and comfortable than the fire in front of you. You don't know if the tone in his voice is attractive or terrifying.

Both?

"Oh! Uh, whether our old science teacher got hair plugs or not." Steve isn't known for his lying skills. Mostly due to the fact that he's an awful liar.

"You know I could hear you well before I was in front of you, yeah?" Eddie moves, circling the three of you like you're dinner.

"Why not hear all those reasons from me?" He's looking at you now, something that didn't happen once over the course of your fire-chat.

"Nah, I'm good." You want to know so badly it burns, but you're hoping that hearing it from a seemingly angry Eddie near an open flame isn't in the cards for you.

"C'mon dude, this isn't right." Jonathan says before putting a hand out to stop Eddie.

"No no, highschool's over, right? I insist."

You could leave. You could stand up and find Nancy and Robin and get shitfaced while talking about your favorite actor's newest movie.

But you stay. Are you paralyzed with fear? Excited to hear his answer? Who knows?

"I always thought of you as a fucking ass, Y/n. Had to be soo perfect all the damn time. So fucking great at everything."

He's drunk.

Steve is shaking his head, knowing that was never the case for you.

"So maybe I got sick of it. Maybe I got so wrapped up in my own life that I couldn't stand to give a damn about you. 'Cus that's life, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be your friend and I'm sure as hell not gonna do shit to prove that wrong."

"You're fucking cruel! She never did shit to you." Jonathan says, but Eddie ignores him completely.

"Y/n." His face softens, but turns into a strange, bitter expression. "Wanna finally know the mystery reason you're all foaming at the mouth over?"

You're blinking back hot tears, deadpanning throughout this conversation.

"I hated you so fucking much I began to fall in love with you. And I hated you even more for doing that to me."

And suddenly, the world stops.

Jonathan isn't trying to call him off anymore.

Steve isn't trying to reassure you anymore.

"Fuck you, Eddie." You hiss, venom in your words and fire in your stomach. "If you thought that would give you rhyme or reason to the way you treated me, you're dead fucking wrong. And this discussion is over. You’re shit to me."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" His voice raises ever so slightly.

"Why? Is it gonna make you love me more?" You turn and leave, Steve and Jonathan calling after you while Eddie stays there, stunned.

You find Nancy. You don't want to cause any trouble- you just want to have a good night. But what you don't expect is the few minutes later where Eddie is begging to talk to you.

"Y/n. Please, let me explain that better." He says, almost whining in desperation.

"Nah. I heard enough for one night Eds." You brush him off, dismissing Nancy's confused face. "Leave me alone. I'm serious."

"So am I." And he sounds... Different. You can't explain it, and by Nancy's shocked look, you're right in your assumption that he's genuinely upset.

"Okay. But inside." You let him lead you to the kitchen, but it's too crowded. The upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms are… Occupied, to say the least.

"My car. If that's alright?" He asks.

"Fine, but you better not try to drive off and bury me somewhere." You huff.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for having faith in me." He leads you to his van, and the tinted windows stir something in you.

Eddie gets in the drivers seat and you get into the passenger's side.

His eyes are unable to meet yours. "I meant all that as in..." He takes a long inhale before starting. "Everything you did and said was perfect. Effortless. And though it made me that much more jealous, it also made me that much more interested in you. I know you don't want to hear it. But I was in love with you for a while. And something about seeing you go off and do your own thing without me being able to tell you made me angry."

You don't respond, but your face softens the slightest bit.

"I shouldn't have been an asshole to you. I fucked up beyond repair. I would have loved to be your friend in highschool at the very least, and I know I ruined that. But I at least want to apologize."

You're shocked. Hearing Eddie talk to you without yelling is one thing, but him apologizing is another.

"Oh..." You look down, at his hands, the shift lever, anything but him. "I didn't know any of that."

"Duh. No one did. Not Nance, Jonathan, Steve or even Argyle."

"I guess I have something to tell you, too." You aren't really thinking, but you don't really care.

"You don't have to share anything. I just... I've fucked up. And I'm sorry."

"No no... It's gonna take a bit to get over it, but I'm not gonna hold it against you." Your hand absentmindedly finds its way onto his knee, but he doesn't move or try to stop you.

"Thanks... What did you want to tell me?"

You lean in closer, further sealing the already little distance you had between the two of you.

"I liked you a lot in highschool. I don't think I ever got over it. Even when you hated me."

"Oh..." He looks ashamed of himself. Ashamed of taking out all of his bullshit on you.

"Hm?" You're inching close as he looks at your lips. He wants this so badly, but he feels too guilty. He probably should, but you don't want to focus on that right now.

"Can I?" He asks- and it almost sounds like he didn't mean to. He's embarassed.

"Please." Your voices are low. The sounds of chatter and music coming from outside are muffled to a soothing volume. Moonlight spills into his car, highlighting the emotions on his face in ways you don't recall ever seeing.

He wastes no time fufilling both your wishes and kisses you. It's feather-light at first, like he's afraid, or like he believes he doesn't deserve this.

But that reservation- that initial shyness melts away when he feels that hand that was on his knee rest on his thigh.

He pulls away first, speechless.

Before he can think of something to say, you kiss him this time. You can feel his demeanor soften into something far more gentle than the Eddie you just yelled at.

You shift a little, a groan accidentally escaping your lips.

The tone changes.

The atmosphere around you two morphs into something tinged with desparation and anticipation.

Eddie slides a hand up to your neck, leaving it just below until your hand is on his, guiding it to where he meant to put it.

You're pawing at his crotch, waiting for him to get the memo when he pulls away.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks serious.

"Yes. I am."

"I've been known to get uh. Aggressive. If that's not your thing-"

"Eds, I think we both know that's my thing."

His eyes widen at your confidence. "Alright, shit."

He's hard now, a sense of pride seeping into you. He hated you and now he's putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

"So the fuck are you waiting for?" He huffs, and you give him a smile before unzipping his jeans.

Eddie helps you slide his boxers down, and you can immediately see why he was so impatient.

You start by stroking your thumb across his tip just to tease him.

"Fucking suck it, don't keep me waiting."

You lower your head, taking the base of his cock in your hand. Eddie watches you drag your tongue up his shaft, and any sort of composure he had melts away. His hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping the seat.

You're bobbing your head on his cock, twisting your hand at the base in rhythm with your mouth and sending lightning bolts up his spine.

"Fuck, takin it so well, like the fuckin' whore you are." His hips are bucking into your mouth, his hand is involuntarily gripping the leather seat, and it's almost difficult to take him seriously when he's like this. "So good..."

The balance he's created of praise and aggression has you reeling, aiming to please him. You find a speed that drives him crazy, getting all sorts of moans and whimpers from him before his knuckles turn white.

“Don’t fucking stop- I’m gonna-“

"Shit shit shit-" Eddie groans, deep and raspy before he cums in your mouth. You swallow, slowly removing your mouth from him. “Fuck.” He pants.

"Get in the back." His voice is low.

"And if I don't?"

"Then holding you down when I... Return the favor won't be as comfortable, hm? Now get in the fucking back."

You swing your legs over the compartment separating the seats when Eddie follows, putting the seat down low so you can lay down (and so no one sees you).

He's on top of you, kissing your neck and biting the untouched flesh beneath it. The van is silent save for the heavy breathing and shuffling between the two of you. God, even his hickeys feel amazing.

"Eddie..." Your voice is impossibly small.

"Hm?" He looks at you, and you suddenly become aware that he's kneeling between your legs.

"Takin' too long." You're so soaked you're aching, and he's having the time of his life.

"My apologies, princess." A smirk that could only mean mischief spreads across his face. "Need to have it your way, huh?" He drags your shorts off of you, and paused when he notices the wet patch on your panties.

"Fucking soaked already? Wouldn't expect anything less from a slut like you. I bet seeing me pissed off earlier is what did it for you, hm?"

"Sh-Shut up. Asshole."

You also become very aware that he's seeing this.

Out of embarassment, you clamp your legs shut, though all you want is for him to pry them open and fuck your brains out.

"Wait, we don't have to do this." He says, a worried look on his face.

"G-God, please stop waiting, I need this so b-badly."

"Oh... I see." His hands are on both your knees, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go. "Would be a shame if I kept you waiting then, huh pretty girl?"

His thumb circles your clit through the fabric while his other hand presses on your thigh so you can't move your legs again.

The sensation- even through your underwear is sending shivers up your spine.

"Got some pretty thighs, hun." He grabs the flesh of your thigh before squeezing, enamored by the moan it causes from you.

"God, too easy." He snickers, and slides your underwear off.

He lowers himself to sit on his knees, and pulls you forward by your thighs. Your legs hang over his shoulders.

"'Course you'd have such a perfect fuckin' pussy, fuckin' dripping for me."

"Fuck, Eddie." You're squirming with impatience.

He flashes a smile once more before dragging his tongue up your slit, kissing and sucking at your clit.

"Oh shit." Your breathing quickens. You're gripping the seat. Your legs are involuntarily shaking and moving against him. And he doesn't mind a bit. Eddie drinks you up, secretly obsessed with the way you sound.

His tongue is working magic on your aching pussy. He's licking up every drop that spills out of you, latching his mouth onto your clit periodically to suck at the bundle of nerves.

Whimpers and yells of pleasure fill the van, much louder than he was. He's got a death grip on your thighs, and the bruising pain feels fucking amazing to you.

"Tastes so good, Y/n." There's an excitement in his eyes when he sees you like this- your back arching, your eyes closed tight.

The feeling of his tongue dragging up and down, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, it's sending you into overdrive.

You barely have time to tell him you're going to cum before you do, and he watches the lewd fluid gush out of you before licking it up.

"You ready?" He stands, hovering over you as his cock rests in one hand.

"Mhm." You nod frantically, unable to focus on real words.

"I'm gonna need something better than that." He says, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you.

"Yes! Please!"

"Please, huh? Didn't think you were that desperate..." His hand is still around his cock before he taps your swollen clit with it, and you jolt in response. He does it again, taking in the reaction he's getting from you.

You yelp and gasp with every tap before he starts stroking your clit with his cock. You're dripping and aching for him, but he won't give in. He continues to make strokes before abruptly stopping, and the lack of friction is driving you crazy.

"St-Stick it in, please?" You whimper, and the lust in his eyes is even more apparent now.

"So impatient, sweet thing. Want my cock? Need it?"

You nod desperately, almost shivering with anticipation.

"Mm... Okay."

He pushes the tip in at first, and your tense body immediately relaxes. He slowly pushes the rest of him in, a long moan escaping the two of you- evaporating any built up frustration.

Then, he takes his cock out- slowly. And it's enough to make you cum right then and there before his tip goes back in. Only this time, he slowly enters halfway before slamming the rest of him inside you.

"Fuck!" You yell, hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. He repeats this over and over again, refusing to let you collect yourself. Each time he slams into you a yelp escapes your lips, another shock is sent through your body and another star is added to your vision.

"So hot, feels so good around me." His voice is raspy, desperate, hungry. His strokes go to a normal, rough pace with no intentions of slowing down now that he's done torturing the both of you.

Your legs shake around his hips as you can barely contain yourself. Eddie's hands wander, squeezing your thighs, digging his nails into your hips, choking you. He's rough with you, but not in a way that's careless. In a way that's excited. Desperate. Fiery.

"Takin' me in so well, doin' such a good job for the mindless whore you are." You turn your head to the side before his hand grabs your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut. Especially if I'm talking about you. Betcha' like that, huh?"

"Too much-" is all you can muster before you're cut off by your own moans. His pace hasn't slowed down at all. "E-Eds, feels so good- Fuck."

"Oh I know, hun, but you're doing so good." His voice is gentle and it sends butterflies in your stomach.

His deep voice shakes you, and his strokes lose rhythm a slight bit. His eyes are latched onto you- your face, your hands desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands scramble, arms hooking around his neck. He cranes his neck down, biting your neck and leaving marks.

“E-Eds-“ Pain sears your neck and it feels like electricity. Your body is on fire and your mind is mush. All you can feel, all you can think about is Eddie.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you orgasm, hips bucking from sensitivity one more time as you ride out your high. Eddie follows soon after, shivering and cursing under his breath.

"God-fuck." You murmur, unable to think.

"Yeah." Eddie responds, and a smile creeps along his lips. "What a way to end a feud though, right?"

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #hehehe #18+ only

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icedragonlizard · 8 months

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Headcanon: Bandana Waddle Dee is a really big hater

Bandana Waddle Dee, despite being a main character in the Kirby series nowdays, doesn't have much of a personality in game canon. I've had little to no investment in him for my headcanons until I discovered the idea made by some others of him being a really big hater. I decided to adopt that into my headcanon world and now I'm willing to discuss my thoughts.

Everything below at this point is purely my headcanons, my interpretations.

Bandana Dee is super, super, super loyal to Kirby, King Dedede and Meta Knight. He's so loyal to them, to the point he just lowkey never forgives the ones that went against them. He has trust issues.

That means he hates half of the dream friends. Literally... lmao. Even to this day, when he sees them, he'll stare daggers at them and tightly grip his spear, sometimes pointing it at them. He may also often berate them, too.

Bandana Dee, to this day, still hates Magolor, Taranza, Susie, Marx, Dark Meta Knight and the Mage Sisters. Heck, even Daroach isn't entirely off the hook for Bandee.

Yes, you heard that right, Taranza still isn't forgiven by Bandee, despite being forgiven by almost everyone else at this point. That will be explained more down below.

But first, we'll start with Magolor. Kirby and Dedede have long forgiven Magolor, heck even Meta Knight eventually forgave him after needing time to do so... but Bandana Dee still never has. For him, personally, that betrayal hit way too hard.

It doesn't matter how apologetic Magolor seems, Bandee doesn't forgive him. In fact, Bandee thinks Magolor is just playing everyone like a fiddle again, just far more slowly this time. He thinks all of Magolor's actions to make up for his betrayal, including his amusement park, are all just a facade. It makes him sick to his stomach that Kirby just fully embraces and acts buddy-buddy with Magolor. When Kirby isn't looking, Bandee will menacingly glare at Magolor, warning him that he better not try anything.

Magolor isn't really sure why Bandee still doesn't forgive him. He tries to act nice to him and sometimes even tries to give him a pat on the head, but Bandee doesn't let him get close enough to do it and instead he just threatens to spear him in the face. Magolor tries to do funny things in front of Bandee to see if that'd make him change his mind, but it doesn't work.

Now, we get to Taranza next. Oooh boy. Dedede being kidnapped was, personally, an incredibly traumatic experience for Bandee. Especially when he couldn't save him at the time. It made him hold a literal vendetta against Taranza. He berated him a LOT for it. The incident made him so damn mad lmao.

Dedede long forgave Taranza and became his friend. Bandee thought that was a dumb idea and he'd still stare daggers at the spider. Dedede sometimes invites Taranza over to his castle, but there are times where Bandee makes that a pain in the ass. Dedede has to be like "chill out, little buddy!" but lmfao he just doesn't. He's such a lapdog to Dedede.

Taranza has no idea why Bandee still hates him. In fact, every time Bandee berated him, he'd just sit there and take it instead of defending himself. It sometimes makes him nervous. Bandee just facepalms when it happens, knowing that Taranza once wronged his king and now turns around and acts pathetic, basically playing victim.

Admittedly, Bandee's hatred of Taranza did tone down a bit over time, but he still doesn't forgive him. He does, however, have some reluctant pity when Dedede sat him down and explained to him about Taranza's history and actions. But overall, there's still a distrust that he can't shake.

Okay, Susie next. No surprise here... if both Magolor and Taranza still aren't forgiven by Bandee, then Susie clearly didn't stand a chance of being forgiven by him either. He basically despises her. Dedede's castle being destroyed as well as the whole Mecha Knight ordeal just made Bandee so damn livid lmao.

Post-Robobot, Kirby reconciled with Susie and became friends with her. That did pretty much nothing to change Bandee's mind about her. In fact, he thinks Kirby made a poor decision to have done that. He doesn't like it whenever Kirby goes to visit Susie at her home area.

Meta Knight still hasn't truly forgiven Susie, but his distaste for her has slowly chipped away over time as he's allowed Kirby to be her friend. Bandee hates her more than Meta does at this point, lmao.

Susie made it clear that she means no harm to Popstar ever again. Most of Popstar is fine with her at this point. Funny enough, she's not terribly bothered by Bandee still hating her. Honestly, she thinks it's cute. Many other waddle dees get along well with her, so she's kind of amused to see this particular dee just give her the death stare every time he sees her. Her reactions to Bandee's glare just make him even more suspicious, but Kirby tells him to not worry about it, as she means no harm.

Now we talk about Marx. LMAO! Bandee wasn't even there for what Marx did, and he only heard about the Milky Way Wishes events secondhand, but he's still been made very upset at the fact that Marx pulled a betrayal on Kirby like Magolor did. And that Marx hasn't been nearly as apologetic as Magolor has. He doesn't understand why Kirby decided to accept Marx as a friend afterwards!

Marx gets delighted whenever Bandee would stare daggers at him and berate him. He can't prevent himself from laughing when it happens. He loves the negative attention that Bandee gives him. Marx ends up pranking Bandee a lot as he thinks it's hilarious to get him all riled up. It often results in fights breaking out between these two, with Marx causing Bandee to snap.

Because of this, despite not being there for the Milky Way Wishes events, Bandee hates Marx just as much as the wave 3 trio. Potentially even more, considering how Marx reacts to his glare compared to the others.

At this point, I don't think I even need to explain why Bandee despises Dark Meta Knight. You pretty much got the idea already. DMK doesn't give a single shit about Bandee hating him, he thinks that Bandee (much like most of Kirby's other friends) isn't worth a passing thought.

Even though Bandee assisted in saving the Mage Sisters, he still doesn't like them afterwards. I headcanon that even after HiAD, the Mage Sisters are still very chaotic people... I mean, they're still cultists. Bandee would still prefer to not be near them. Francisca's frozen corpse collection still makes him very uncomfortable.

Bandee isn't as hard on Daroach as he is with the others, but he's still not really a fan of the rat. Daroach is still a thief, he just won't try anything near Kirby. Bandee is aware of this and will still give him the stink-eye, telling him he better not try anything near him. Daroach likes Bandee and is amused by his temperament.

Of course, Bandee loves the ones that were never bad in the first place. He adores the animal friends, Gooey, Adeleine, Ribbon and Elfilin. But he's so loyal to the other main 3 that he just really struggles to forgive the ones that went against them.

And that's all I need to explain for my interpretation of Bandana Waddle Dee! I think he's way more fun when he's just a massive hater of half the dream friends, lmao.

#kirby #bandana waddle dee #bandana dee #waddle dee #kirby's return to dreamland #kirby's return to dreamland deluxe #kirby star allies #kirby and the forgotten land #kirby triple deluxe #kirby planet robobot #kirby super star #kirby super star ultra

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doberbutts · 11 months

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Anyway the question that always gets asked whenever I reveal that I'm not actually into the Cloud/Tifa thing is who do I ship them with if not each other.

The answer is a little more complicated than all that because from the start I considered their relationship something closer to a QPR before I even knew what that meant. I was calling them platonic life partners back then. People who don't feel any romantic love for each other but have chosen to stay regardless, or perhaps because.

I think, before, Cloud thought he wanted to be for Sephiroth what Zack wanted to be for Angeal. A puppy-like affection, a mentor/mentee comradery, and a close connection. I think Sephiroth would have hated it. He was cold and standoffish to Zack until circumstances forced them together, and even then he only really opened up due to Zack's connection to Angeal. I don't think having his own "puppy" would have been welcome at all. And I think Cloud would have been forced to come to terms with reconciling his hero worship with the reality of everything.

He and Zack were friends, but Zack was actively dating Aerith at the time, and Cloud didn't know Aerith existed back then. And within the narrative, Zack and Aerith are "parents"- with how often Aerith is referred to as a mother with Zack standing beside her, and Cloud is among those who repeatedly mistake Aerith for their mom. Zack does it once within the complilation, before he meets her for real, Cloud a few times, *after* he knows who she is. Clearly even when [redacted], Zack and Aerith are intended to be read as a couple, but then that once again removes an option for Cloud.**

The others... eh. I could be pursuded with the right argument but within canon itself it doesn't hold much water. Once we eliminate those four, he's got affectionate negging with Barrett, a quiet respect for Vincent, and a mutual back-scratching with Reeve. He's vaguely willing to play ball with Reno and Rude but not willing enough to let his guard down, while he treats the other Turks with some distain. He mostly tolerates Cid and Yuffie he both treats like and calls a child- she's the youngest so fair, but still removes her from the playing field. Anyone else connected to Shinra he actively dislikes, so Rufus and his flunkies are out.

We've got confirmation that he doesn't remember Kunzel and if Tseng remembers who Cloud is, he's being characteristically tight-lipped about it but Cloud certainly doesn't remember him. The OG Avalanche crew all died, even though Biggs lived in the Remake, and they weren't close. The Remnants of course mostly wanted to kill him the entire time. Deepground barely acknowledges his existence. Angeal died before Zack met Cloud and Genesis was too deep in his own shit to care.

So like. That doesn't really leave anyone.

Personally I think Cloud has way too much unresolved grief and trauma that he still has not worked through. It's years later in Advent Children when he's finally able to begin to move on from [redacted], and despite that even more years later in Dirge of Cerberus he's still notoriously distant and moody and prone to flaking. He's still questioning who he really is, can he actually trust his own memories and senses, and how much guilt is he willing to shrug off his shoulders for his actions while under someone else's control.

And I think being a distant moody asshole that pushes your friends away because you don't know if they're actually real or not is a difficult mindset to be in while also trying to be in love. So he doesn't try. His friends do love him anyway however exasperated they may be with him at times when he shuts them out while Going Through It. But it means he's not really building anything with any of them either.

Except Tifa, who keeps a room and a bed and a desk for him when he decides to come back, whose bar he calls home, who adopted a scared little boy with him, who watches their friend's adopted daughter with him. Who takes a family photo of the four of them together, which sits on that desk. Who quietly sorts the research papers as he hunts for a cure for an incurable disease affecting their son. Who yells and scolds him not because he left and stopped coming home, but because he gave up and shut her out when he contracted the same disease rather than letting her help.

"You don't answer the phone, but I don't see you throwing it away."

Out of all the voicemails on his phone, it was hers saying Reno had dropped by the bar looking for him and being vaguely threatening with the kids that got him to go see the Turks. He did not followup on Reeve's invite to the WRO. He didn't go chasing oil with Barrett. He didn't visit Yuffie in Wutai. But Tifa says "Reno was here being his usual weird self, I think something was wrong", and he went to investigate.

I don't ship it. I think he believes he's too broken for romance. And I think she's very patient to wait for him and give him the space he needs. Maybe they're FWB. Maybe it's entirely platonic. But the compliation has shown us that it's *something*, even if it's deliberately vague on what type of something.

**I do sort of like the "first this guy [redacted] my boyfriend, then he [redacted] my girlfriend, after trying to [redacted] my childhood best friend and succeeding in [redacted] my entire village and also my mom. This Sephiroth guy sucks" paired with Sephiroth's "tell me what you cherish most, give me the pleasure of taking it away" vibes of Cloud/Zack/Aerith don't get me wrong, but also as said Aerith and Zack were dating at the time but Cloud does not know who she is (or even that Zack has a girlfriend) and it is Very Important that Cloud not know the name Aerith until after Zack [redacted] which would imply sort of shadey behavior on Zack's part. And I don't really see him as the type to cheat, so.

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Someone told will Tkk dump Jimin like a trash and lemme tell you, they may do it. I think this is what happened.

Now I highly doubt whether tkk had some sort of relationship before JK got serious with Jimin. The reason there's many tkk shippers since starting was because they were always together in older contents. You know they were young and hormonal some awkward things may have happened between them out of curiosity or experimenting. But then kept it a secret. It was later JK began falling for JM and poor JM trusted him and got into a relationship.

And Maybe that's how tkk got awkward. Imagine u hooked up with your friend and then few yrs later start dating another friend from same gang ??? Then that awkwardness went till Jimin himself took a lead to reconcile them. And it backfired him because his bf slowly started getting too much close to Tae, who he was 'extremely' close before. Since then it's lesser and lesser Jkk moments and no hanging outside of work while Tkk doing everything together, Like how they were used to do. (Tae, even today, spoke about JK unprovoked while not even uttering a word about his so called best friend Jimin, along with plethora of other tkk moments happening now ) I think they got so close to the point they started from where they stopped previously and slowly get rid of Jimin from Jk's life. Now they successfully got rid of him, tkk back together.

Remember there was a time Jimin was so sad and stressed, told he feels lonely, like his trust is broken etc? But luckily I think Jimin is strong enough to stand for himself. Not minding what Jk or tae does anymore. He's just concentrating on his work and spend most time there. I hope he don't get sad over people who didn't valued him and dumped him and find someone loves and treasures him, that's what he deserves.

I'd say I would be eagerly awaiting the next chapter in this book you've created in your head, but I have to say that I tend to actively avoid tropes like this in the romance books I do read and will immediately put the book down if it gets too far fetched into the angsty love triangles in either the romance book or romance subplot in whatever I'm reading. But you know, that's just one girls opinion. Plently of people eat up this angsty teen drama type things. So if you put a little more effort in, you could really have something here! Good luck with your future writing endeavors anon. Perhaps leave BTS out of it though, they aren't ACTUALLY characters in your angsty teen drama. But real people. Let me know if you work out some the kinks here and start actually writing. I'll be happy for you 💜

My inbox could currently be submitted for psychological study purposes 😅 this one was funny though. I'm not bothering with the rest. You know, I'd be happy to talk about the tk sighting and recent times hanging out and call them cute.... if someone could do it without shading someone else, either one of the members or jkkrs or tkkrs.... like Damn. Where is the chill?

#tkkrs create the most fascinating spins on reality #id be entertained if yall didnt always take it too far

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 11 months

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What pre-reconciliation Tugger and Munk’s dynamic like?

how do their run - ins with eachother go?

is old Deuteronomy aware?

What cat is the most desperate for them to makeup?

and anything else u wanna add on:0

BLESS LET’S TALK ABOUT THE ANGST

Before i get into it, Tugger and Munkustrap’s relationship pre-reconciliation, and how they reconcile is based around my own personal experiences with one of my siblings. While not as extreme, the emotions, the refusal to speak to each other, the struggle with opening up and recognizing that they’re both in the wrong is something i 100% experienced with my sibling. So this whole storyline within my cats canon is really emotional for me, so i have a lot of thoughts about it.

Pre-reconciliation, it’s mainly just tension. They both feel responsible for what happened with Macavity, and Munkustrap wants to reach out to his brother, but Tugger is very closed off and defensive.

Macavity said a lot of things that weren’t true in order to sway Tugger into preferring him as an older brother, mainly about how Munkustrap really only put up with him to make their father happy, and how Tugger just annoyed him, and how Tugger was the reason Grizabella left. During this period, Tugger’s still struggling to figure out what was true and what wasn’t, so he just pulled away. There’s also the additional aspect of Tugger resembling Macavity more than he does Munkustrap, and I’ve mentioned before that in the weeks following Macavity’s departure, there were whispers in the Junkyard about the possibility of Tugger following, because of how close they were. So Tugger just shut himself off from the rest of the Jellicles, really only ever speaking to Old Deuteronomy and spending time with his dad, and to Plato, who comes along soon after everything, but bonds closely with Tugger, and they become inseparable. Their pair grows into a quartet when Mistoffelees and Victoria arrive, and Tugger finds himself opening up more to them than anyone else, which in turn makes Munkustrap feel more than a little jealous that his brother feels safer around them.

The run-ins that they do have are just silent. Munkustrap tries to reach out to Tugger, but Tugger just sort of hunches in on himself and turns away. During that time, they’re both very much still trying to heal and fight against the things Macavity said and did, and they both definitely recognize that it’s affected their relationship as siblings, but they also realize that they can’t go back to the way things were. Their relationship is more of an acquaintance during that time, with Tugger only speaking to Munkustrap when they’re planning patrol schedules and the ball.

Old Deuteronomy is 100% aware, and it breaks his heart. Both of his sons go to him to talk, and he’s really the only cat that Tugger trusts. As much as they talk to him, and as much as he urges them to speak to each other, there’s only so much he can do. The last time he tried to have them both in his den at the same time, Tugger didn’t talk to him for a week, and Munkustrap didn’t come see him during that time. Old Deuteronomy recognized that he can talk to his sons all he wants, and tell them to talk to each other, but the decision is ultimately up to them. But he asks the Everlasting Cat every night to help his sons reconcile.

Besides Old Deuteronomy, Mistoffelees is one of the main cats who wants Tugger and Munkustrap to reconcile. He arrived in the Junkyard after everything happened, but he’s heard the stories, and seeing as he’s one of the only cats Tugger feels 100% comfortable around, he’s seen the pain Tugger’s in. He’s the one whose encouragement finally pushes Tugger to talk to Munkustrap.

Another pair of cats who are adamant about Tugger and Munkustrap reconciling are, of course, Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks. They never in a million years blamed either brother for what happened with Macavity, so they’re two other adults who try to talk the brothers into reconciling. Jenny and Skimble are like another set of parents to the Deuteronomy brothers, seeing as Jenny stepped in as a maternal figure after Grizabella left, so they’re the ones who Munkustrap goes to before he and Tugger actually reconcile.

When they do finally sit down and talk, it’s probably a few months to a year before Demeter and Bombalurina come back. Tugger goes into Munkustrap’s den, and they sit together, and they talk for an entire day. There’s shouting, there’s a LOT of tears, and the conversation ends with both of them crying as they hug each other. They both go into Old Deuteronomy’s den at the end of the night, when the other Jellicles have gone to bed, and Old Deuteronomy is waiting for them, having heard the shouting, and he’s sitting there with tears on his face as his sons walk into his den together for the first time in years, and the boys just collapse into their dad’s arms, clinging to him like kittens.

They stay in Old Deuteronomy’s den the entirety of the following day as well, and they just talk. Old Deuteronomy explains how he’s still recovering from Grizabella and Macavity leaving, Tugger opens up more about what Macavity said, and Munkustrap whispers how he still thinks it’s his fault. There’s more tears, more hugs, and, near the end of the night, there’s laughter.

The next day, when Old Deuteronomy leaves his den smiling, his two sons following behind him, Tugger and Munkustrap teasing each other with easy-going grins and brotherly affection, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, the entire tribe can’t help but feel the joy radiating off of the trio. Jenny and Skimble definitely shed a few happy tears, and Tugger and Munkustrap’s reconciliation also happens to be the catalyst for Tugger and Mistoffelees’ relationship going from balancing on the edge between platonic and romantic into specifically romantic territory. (Munkustrap is absolutely the #1 supporter of their relationship, and he has a private conversation with Mistoffelees, expressing his gratitude for the help the magician gave Tugger when he wasn’t around. Much like Tugger and Victoria become incredibly close due to their relationships with Mistoffelees, Munkustrap and Mistoffelees become close friends as well!)

Tugger and Munkustrap definitely make up for as much lost time as possible, which leads into my reasoning for Tugger bursting into the Ball that we see in the show. He’s making up for all the missed moments of being an annoying younger brother, and as much as Munkustrap sighs and rolls his eyes, secretly he’s overjoyed that his brother feels comfortable enough with him to let down his walls.

When Demeter and Bombalurina return, there’s another massive shift in the tribe, and many of them are worried that Tugger and Munkustrap’s progress will disappear. However, if anything, they become even more clingy with each other, because Tugger is furiously defensive of his older brother, and Munkustrap’s the same, and Munkustrap absolutely refuses to let the old feelings for Demeter, no matter how important they are, impact the relationship he’s rebuilt with his brother.

But yeah, I just think they’d be so so inseparable and protective over each other after reconciling, and they’re trying so hard to make up for the time they lost together.

#cats the musical #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #old deuteronomy #mr mistoffelees #jennyanydots #skimbleshanks #demeter #bombalurina #macavity #deuteronomy brothers #DO NOT TAG AS TUGGER/STRAP

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