ok so who wants platonic tuggerpounce h/c after pounce has been whumped by macavity because pounce is engaged to macavity's brother and he's going to take out all his resentment on him now he's got him and forget all that the point is h/c cuddles and whump and also agonised munkustrap trying to fix it from a distance. plus background tuggershanks. and magic rings of morse-like communication.
also tugger is werewolf and munk and pounce can shapeshift into actual cats or humans or anthro cats because what is a beauty and the beast AU if the beast and beauty can't retain a bit of non-human afterwards.
yes ok good that's what i thought
(cw for mention of recent sexual assault, sorry pounce. also obvs pounce is a young adult here, not an actual child, despite tugger calling him kiddo all the time.)
also. also pounce thinks it's very important you all know how indignant he is over the fact that he has fleas ok.
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āFirst things first,ā Tugger said cheerfully to the air, āyou stink. Bath for you, kiddo.ā
He strolled over to the bed, shrugging his cloak off his shoulders, and deposited it and his precious burden on the bed together.
The cat stared up at him from the cavern of its folds, ears half laid back and fur bristling so much it almost obscured the sharp angles of ribs and hip bones.
You wouldnāt even try to touch a real cat, if it had looked at you with that much fight-or-flight. But Pouncival was in there somewhereāwho knew how deeplyāand heād come to Tugger. After Tugger had changed into his wolf shape and chased away the stray dogs whoād been hassling him, after almost an hour of lounging around outside the crevice where heād wedged himself, looking non-threatening and making soft reassuring noises and letting Pounce drink in his scent. Eventually, eventually , heād crawled out from under that pile of crates and huddled desperately up against Tuggerās flank.
He blew the shivering lump a kiss and strolled away from the bed, shedding his outer layers and plopping his boots down by the door.Ā
(His ring was still vibrating, because Munk couldnāt take a hint. Tugger had lost count of the pulses so who knew what he was saying. Probably the obvious. Lots of desperate things.)
āEasier to get rid of them if you change back to human shape,ā he added casually, downing a glass of water from the washstand then filling a shallow bowl. āBetter hope you didnāt grab any ticks, by the way. The forests around here have some beauties. I got a couple last week, right up by my nadgers. Evil little buggers. Long fur in long grass is no joke, Iām telling you. If you donāt drink Iām telling Munk on you,ā he added.
He wasnāt moving his hand fast, as he pushed the bowl toward Pouncival.
Pouncival flinched back automatically, all the same.
Tuggerās heart clenched. He poked his tongue out.
āPromise I didnāt gob in it.ā
Pouncival still wouldnāt meet his eyes, but the cringe in his body language was now apologetic as much as it was fearful. Tugger didnāt like it any better.
But at least he crept forward, and lapped at the water.
Tuggerās other hand flexed in his lap, fighting the urge to reach out and touch.
Even as a cat Pouncival was always noisy. He made all sorts of sounds, all sorts of expressions and chatterings, no matter what mood he was in. But now, he was absolutely silent: Tugger had heard nothing from him but a couple of defensive hisses, right before heād shot in under those crates.
It was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.
But heād known that from the moment Munkustrap had contacted him via the rings more than a month ago, to say that Macavity had taken his betrothed.
āWell, hey, I guess itās handy to have a wandering hero about the place after all.ā
One of Pouncivalās ears pricked upāa faint puzzlement, a faint lopsidedness. A faint trace of him.
Tugger grinned at him, and said, āHey, you wannaā?ā
Footsteps and a metal clanking sounded in the corridor outside, and the door handle turned. In a blur of panic, Pouncival disappeared under the bed.
ā¦ why wasnāt Munkustrap here. Tugger was not cut out for this sensitive comforting crap.Ā
He and Pounce always had got on well, but you couldnāt really seduce a guy when he was the son of your not-so-casual regular hookup, and you couldnāt seduce or annoy him into a good humour when he was a quivering wreck whoād almost certainly been raped over and over for weeks. And seduction and annoyance were 80% of Tuggerā toolkit for making people get over bad shit.
In short, this whole situation was an attack on him personally .
The landladyās sons dragged the buckets of hot water over to the tub in one corner of the room, while Tugger lounged on the bed, flirted carelessly, and incidentally distracted attention from any signs of cat.Ā
āDidnāt you have a bath just this morning?ā panted one lad, disgruntled as he dragged into place the screen which sectioned off the bathing area from the view of the door and most of the room.
(There were fleas in the bedding at this place already, so Tugger wasnāt about to feel guilty for bringing in stray animals who might or might not also be cute but traumatised boys.)
āWhat can I say?ā replied Tugger, with automatic arrogance; ālooking this good takes work, baby.ā
If heād actually been listening he would have despaired of himselfāthat banter wouldnāt impress a twelve-year-oldābut all his attention was on his senses, not his tongue. He couldnāt smell or hear so keenly in this shape as when he was a wolf, but everything in him was focussed on a small furry shivering lump under the bed.
The boys left.
Tugger flopped onto his back, and looked at the ceiling.
The ring quivered on his finger. Munkustrap, asking.
Tugger tuned it outāit wasnāt like he knew any more than Munkustrap did anywayāand stared at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded.
Heād been hunting for traces of Macavity, of Pouncival, for weeks. Heād found nothing. Now here Pouncival was, cat-shaped, starving, in the middle of a nothing-much town.
The big question was: where was Macavity?Ā
How long since Pounce had got away? How had he got away? Where was Macavity? Was he on their trail? How quickly would Tugger have toā
The lump under the bed stirred.
āDo you even want a bath?ā Tugger asked of the ceiling, ābecause if you donāt, Iām gonna be on that like a shot. You shouldāve seen the fish that man at the corner of Chancegate and High tried to sell me this afternoon, it wasā¦ well, high .ā
The twin triangles of ears rose up over the side of the bed.
(... he was standing on his hind legs . Exposing his belly!)
Tugger flopped his head sideways to look at the beloved asymmetrical face, and cocked an eyebrow.
ā¦ Pouncivalās eyes dropped, and his ears flicked backwards.
ā... okay. Bath,ā Tugger pointed left, āor no bath?ā he pointed right.
Pouncival glanced almost longingly toward the left, but then lingered in the middle, staring at the quilt.
Tugger huffed out air at him. āJust go take a bath, babes.ā He sat up, rolling his body away at the same time so he wasnāt suddenly looming over the cat. āThat soap should take care of the crawlies. Yowl if you want me.ā
ā¦ fell kinda flat.
He didnāt look back. He was busy at the table with his maps. If Pouncival had turned up here, and now, then that meantā¦ all these trajectories and routes heād plotted on the map, when he was trying to find themā¦ not this or that, but maybe up there in the northern mountainsā¦ or had he fled down the river, and come up from there? Timing, timingā¦ how long would it have taken him? Had it been all on foot? All on paws? How long since heādā¦
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aka Four Times Tugger Stole Something From Alonzo (and maybe one time he maybe didn't but you'll never get Alonzo to admit it). aka housemates AU.
Because this vid gave @skimblyshanks and @whitmerule 'Alonzoffelees Plus Annoying Housemate' feels.
Human AU: rating Mature; word count c. 9k; pairings Alonzo/Mistoffelees and Munkustrap/Tugger, with a strong focus on Alonzo&Tugger. AO3 link here.
Theft 1: His Dignity. "On the third day after Alonzo moved into Mistoffeleesā bedroom, Tugger nicknamed him āgrumpy catā."
Theft 2: His Moments. "It wasnāt until they woke up properly that Alonzo found the note pinned to the blanket. It just said, āšā."
Theft 3: His SOFA. "Alonzo knew that Tugger still got on Munkustrapās nerves, because as soon as Tugger appeared Munkustrapās eye-rolls (which were impressive at the best of times) increased by approximately 200%."
Theft 4: His brother?! ā'ā¦ I think,' Alonzo said carefully, 'my brother thinks I want him out of my life.'"
Part 5: ... okay so maybe not the sofa. "The first time Alonzo managed to turn the tables on Tugger, it was completely accidental."
Epilogue: And one thing Tugger gave him.
(skimbly's gif, whit's writing, based on skimbly and whit's AU brainstorming.)
Don't worry about the dismemberment anon: it's one of those things that are harmless enough on its own and only becomes obvious when you notice a pattern of asks like this across the whole fandom. It's quite possible to respond innocently with art, and a few people have done just that ā¤ļø It's certainly not your fault if a few people make a hobby of tracking 'sightings' of this anon, though it must be uncomfortable to learn about it this way. I'd advise laughing and forgetting about it! š¤
ahh thank you! honestly it was incredibly embarrassing at first but I find it hilarious now that. wow I got a fetish ask without realizing it how crazy is that JSBDJDDB thank you all for letting me know though! and thank you for the support! ! :)
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ameliahcrowley replied to your post āI found out that the new āDolittleā remake was out on DVD, so Iāve...ā
What I'm taking from this is that I can now hold a family friendly version of the Barbarella viewing party (ok, a party of two, but the hilarity made up for it) that my husband and I held last week. This is excellent news, thank you Sam.
I mean, it is technically family friendly, but itās also weird as fuck, so be prepared for questions likeĀ āWhat part of the dragon is he pulling those helmets out of?ā andĀ āDid that dog really assdrag on the floor of Buckingham Palace?āĀ
shygryf replied to your post āI found out that the new āDolittleā remake was out on DVD, so Iāve...ā
Is it as racist as the books? I'm assuming not because you totally would have said
I mean there are for sure a couple of problematique moments, but without having read the books and only having HEARD about how horrifyingly racist they are, Iām gonna go withĀ āItās an improvement.āĀ
Iām still trying to decide if the tiger is meant to be a Jewish stereotype or not.Ā
daimboy replied to your post āI found out that the new āDolittleā remake was out on DVD, so Iāve...ā
the worst idea of all time podcast did a really great doolittle miniseries where they watched it back to back to back 3 times in theaters throughout one day and itās really fuckin great i highly recommend
That sounds astounding. Will listen.Ā
bea2me
Huh. I assumed this was an old post (out on DVD!) about a pre-IronMan RDjr taking what work he could get, but Google says this is a 2020 release so new as of May that itās on multiple streaming services to rent. I donāt know what to do with this information.
Better -- this was an RDJ passion project. He and his wife produced it. I mean, Iām pretty sure itās because theyāve got kids in the target age demographic, but yeah. Everything about this was deliberate.Ā
thebibliosphere
I canāt decide if this makes me want to watch it less or more.
Please believe me when I say that you, in specific, will find delight in this film.Ā
wanted-a-pony
I was afraid to see this movie because I have an overactive embarrassment squick, but nowā¦ I think Iām reassured? Ā ;-D
Honestly I get terrible second-hand embarrassment and there was none of that to be found. Part of it is that most of the characters just seem incapable of feeling shame, but mostly it just moves too fast. Any moment that could have been embarrassing is just elided right on past because thereās too much to get done.Ā
sexycraisinthanos
also irrelevant to the plot but the fox and giraffe are girlfriends (the fox calls her ācherieā because for some reason sheās French) and John Cena polar bear is in a bromance with an ostrich
OH THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE SAW THIS I didnāt know what to say about the maybe-french maybe-lesbian fox and her Be Gay Do Crimes giraffe wife. I was squinting the whole time goingĀ āIs that a French accent? Is that....a gay fox? This seems like a gay French fox but I canāt be sure.āĀ
whitmerule
THAT IS NOT HOW PARROTS MOVE
I SHOULD KNOW I HAVE -pauses to count- TWELVE OF THEM IN THE HOUSE
Look I just spent an evening liveblogging Dolittle so I donāt have any authority to judge your life or question your choices but....twelve parrots is a lot of parrots. Blink twice if you need help.
@whitmeruleā : Itās a very rare breed so far more likely is ABDUCTION and escape from abductors into the wide unknown... while thinking that her humans have abandoned her!
Itās definitely rare but itās also a mutation that DOES occur naturally in feral cats... So like, i donāt think anyone would abandon a lykoi they paid for, but.. one that happened to be among a litter of kittens they picked up off the street to try to rehabilitate? Maybe... š¤ Especially if the person doesnāt know what a lykoi is (like, iād never heard of them til 5 or 6 years ago) and assumes thereās just something wrong with the cat.
The abduction concept does give me an idea tho... Apparently feral lykoi cats are sometimes captured and tested to see if theyād be good for breeding.. I could see that happening to her as an adult, right when she finally feels like sheās getting settled in the junkyard. I mean donāt get me wrong her neurotic ass Would Not meet the requirements for breeding so the stakes wouldnāt actually be that high; sheād moreso have to worry about being adopted out & would have to escape from that situation.. š¤
God fkjdfhdkjhf if i go with both of these ideas then poor Larkspurās journey would be like. Feral -> house cat -> feral -> captured/house cat -> feral. No wonder sheās a fucking mess
