#Mungo

[snakebun]

I am so mad at how perfect this little piece of shit is.

[mungokit]

a nice comfy bed

oh to have a huge taur wizard cat let you sleep on their big belly

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[weasel-war-dance]

Banded Mongoose | copper

[ricksketchbookagain]

Print-of-the-month for Patreon!

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[hunter-husky]

First time grabs (color)

Q: I remember seeing a post you did a while ago with Tantor and Mungo with Tantor reaching out for him. Do you think we can see that in color? A: funny I saw tarzan just the other day

[tiifu-ndovu]

[nitadraws]

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

They are both a pair of notorious Cats and I like to believe, a notorious pair of troublemaker kids too

Also, I am starting to officially bother @cillyscribbles to make a fic of Cats as a ballet school

[crumb]

Kangaroo Skull | Mungo, Australia (2005)

[bunnyscar]

Bearable

written for comfy-vember 2024

comes from a Legend of Zelda au idea where Links from different games have to travel to different worlds in order to find their own. I gave each Link his own name, here is the cheat sheet: Alvin = Link's Awakening; Alex = Skyward Sword; Mungo = Minish Cap; Fingal = first Link; Peregrine = Link to the Past

Boom! A loud clap of thunder shook the old house, causing dust to sprinkle down from the ceiling. Alvin let out a yelp and tumbled off the couch, his eyes wide in terror as another thunder boomed again outside, accompanied by the sound of pounding rain.

“It’s a good thing we decided to stop for the night in this abandoned house,” Alex commented, peering outside the window. “It’s a deluge out there!”

“D-deluge!” Alvin squeaked in terror.

Alex raised his hands apologetically. “Ah, no, it’s not that bad, I didn’t mean to scare you.” It was too late, though. Alvin had clasped his knees tightly together and was shaking like a leaf, his eyes wide with fear.

At that moment, Mungo and Fingal returned from exploring the rest of the house. “Looks like no one’s been here for years. There’s dust and cobwebs everywhere, and the rooms upstairs are almost completely empty,” Fingal reported. Glancing about the room, he noted that Alvin was huddled on the floor, Alex was peering out the window, and Peregrine was curled up asleep on the couch. Fingal frowned.

“Yeah, and there’s not any food in the kitchen either,” Mungo groaned, flopping down next to the fireplace. “How am I gonna sleep with my tummy rumbling?”

“Well, at least we’re not wet,” Alex suggested hopefully.

Mungo just glared. “Ha, if only we could sleep through anything like Peregrine,” he grumbled.

Peregrine opened one eye lazily and said, “Oh, I’m not asleep. Storms aren’t that easy for me to sleep through.”

Another loud boom cut off their conversation, followed by a great clattering as raindrops dashed against the roof. Alvin whimpered.

Slipping off the couch, Peregrine sat beside him and put his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders. “It’s all right, Alvin. I don’t like storms either, especially at night. If I’m with someone, however, the storms are much more bearable. Why don’t we sleep next to each other tonight?”

Alvin blinked away his tears and nodded, huddling closer to Peregrine, who closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. His eyes opened immediately, however, when Fingal sat down next to him. Everyone else stared.

Peregrine grinned. “Oh, what’s this? The aloof and crabby Fingal has deigned to sit next to me! Could it be that he likes cuddles too?”

Fingal sighed. “No, you idiot, I don’t like them. I’m just making sure you’re still breathing.” He gave Peregrine a pointed look. “Last time you fell asleep, you almost died, remember?”

An uneasy hush fell over the group. It had only been one day since Peregrine’s triforce had faded, and the memory of his still body was a bit too fresh in everyone’s minds.

“Yes, but you already gave me your triforce. It’s not going to happen again,” Peregrine responded slowly.

“Even so, I’d rather make sure for myself,” Fingal replied stubbornly, moving closer to him.

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“Not in this case. You almost died because you didn’t tell us anything about your problem!” Fingal snapped. Then more sullenly, “Besides, why’re you complaining? You’re getting what you wanted, someone to cuddle with.”

Peregrine laughed. “I suppose that’s true.”

Alex plopped himself down next to Alvin and snuggled close. “Why don’t we all sleep together tonight? The more the merrier!” he said. He beckoned to Mungo, who rolled his eyes but went over to them. The storm continued to rage and roar outside, but for once, none of them minded it so much.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Mungo is dominated by ancient lake beds that dried up close to 18,000 years ago. Wind and water have since created the crescent-shaped landforms called lunettes that you see in this image. The lunette is incredibly beautiful in daylight, but there is something special about seeing it under the light of the cosmos that made capturing this moment even more special. Mungo national park, New South Wales.

Photograph: Jason Perry

The Australian Geographic Nature Photographer Of The Year 2023

[mintyaquagreen1675]

Now this is just wild! | Heathcliff and the Catillac Cats

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

OC Kiss Scene Tag Game

So, I couldn’t actually remember what kiss scenes I’d already written, and I’ve not written anything of substance for a little while again, so I wrote these for this – I’ve done a fanfiction one as well – I hope that’s alright. Thanks for the tag @wordspin-shares (you actually tagged me on my main as well, but I’ve only done one so I hope that’s alright). This is using characters from my Superheroes Story.

Mungo’s small smirk as he looks down at me makes the urge to punch him build within me. And yet, treacherous thing that my heart is, part of me can’t ignore how attractive that look is on his face. Thank the devil Cosmo isn’t here because he’d see that reaction in an instant and I’d never hear the end of it.

‘You came,’ Mungo says, and despite his cocky expression there’s doubt in his voice. Surprise that he called, and I came.

With a roll of my eyes, I brush passed him and enter the hotel room that he and his brother currently call home. Not that his brother is here; he’s off enjoying the fair with an almost equally excited Cos.

‘I didn’t think…’

‘Then why call?’ I snap, rounding on Mungo as he slowly closes the door. It clicks shut, my insides squirm uneasily at the thought of being trapped. But I know he’d never do that; for all the annoying thing that Mungo is, malicious isn’t one of them. He’d let me out if I asked, wouldn’t even fight despite having called because he needed somebody to be there. Still, with his back to me I can see a tension in his shoulders that I wasn’t expecting; a tightness in his back as he rests splayed hands on the door.  

‘I don’t know,’ he says, making no move to face me. There’s something almost brittle about his voice, something Cos could probably translate and reply to in a helpful way without so much as a second’s thought.

‘For fuck’s –’

His lips are on mine before I can finish my complaints. It’s a desperate kiss. One that’s been building between the two of us long enough even Owen has made a passing comment about it.

But Mungo, and the iciness of his skin, pulls away abruptly.

‘Sorry,’ he says, holding his hands up as horror shines behind his eyes. Ever the gentleman.

‘Oh yeah?’ I purr, smirking as I take a step closer to him.

He visibly gulps, and I catch his gaze dipping back to my lips.

‘So that’s never happening again?’ I’ve taken enough steps now that his back is pressed to the door. I can feel his cool breath on my skin, and it barely dampens the heat from my own powers.

‘No,’ he breathes as I raise to my toes. He lowers his head ever so slightly, so our lips are practically touching.

‘Shame,’ I say, before pulling away and smirking as I head back into the room. Perhaps this wasn’t a wasted trip after all.

[tennstudio]

“MunGo” YAWN series

Halftone, Screenprint 8 colors , hand-pulled by The Archivist

on Mohawk Superfine Eggshell 270gsm paper ( No one’s import this paper into Thailand anymore )

#illustrationart #daily #artwork #sketch #painting #digitalart #draw #arte #creative #artistsoninstagram #ink #instaart #best #sketchbook #artoftheday #graphicdesign #contemporaryart #watercolor #doodle #fanart #illustrator

[scotianostra]

On 13th January 614, St Kentigern Mungo died , and was buried at his church in Clas-gu which later become Glasgow.

Saint Kentigern has been venerated for many centuries as one of the apostles of Scotland and patron-saint of Glasgow. He is best known in Scotland as Mungo, which means "darling", or "beloved one". Unfortunately, very little genuine information on this 6th-century saint has survived. His later life was composed by a Cistercian monk, Jocelyn of Furness, late in the 12th century, but earlier traditions about the saint are more authentic.

The future saint was born in about 518 or 528 in Culross in Scotland. His mother was the holy princess Theneva, (Enoch) who is also venerated as patron-saint of Glasgow, who's father Loth, King of Gododdin (modern day East Lothian) - was thrown out for being pregnant with Mungo after an illicit encounter with her cousin, King Owain of North Rheged (now part of Galloway). Her furious father had her tied to a chariot and launched off Traprain Law.

Amazingly she and the unborn baby survived and her father, now believing she was a witch, set her adrift in a coracle without oars up the River Forth.

His early life was shaped by St Serf who ran a monastery at Culross and rescued his mother and cared for her and the young boy who he affectionately called Mungo, meaning 'dear'.

Aged 25 Mungo began his missionary work on the banks of the River Clyde and built his church close to where the Clyde and the Molendinar Burn merge - this later became Glasgow Cathedral.

He was exiled during AD565 when anti-Christian King Morken of Strathclyde drove him away - he travelled through Cumbria and settled for some time in Wales before completing a pilgrimage to Rome. By the 570s a new king, Rhydderch Hael of Strathclyde, overthrew King Morken and invited St Mungo back to become Archbishop of Strathclyde. His church on the Moledinar became the focus of a large community that became known as Clas-gu or 'family'.

He died on Sunday 13 January 614. He was buried close by his church, and today his tomb lies in the centre of the Lower Choir of Glasgow Cathedral.

In order to become a Saint, it was necessary to prove that the candidate had performed miracles during their life - St Mungo was supposed to have performed four immortalised in this poem:

Here is the bird that never flew

Here is the tree that never grew

Here is the bell that never rang

Here is the fish that never swam

Today the bird, the tree, the bell and the fish form the four elements of the crest of Glasgow City Council.

St Mungo continues to influence Glasgow life today such as the mural seen on High St Glasgow by Australian born artist, Smug, depicting a modern day St Mungo and referencing the story of The Bird That Never Flew near to St Mungo's final resting place at Glasgow Cathedral:

[zacks-oc-house]

Some simple doodles from my art club yesterday of our precious Munro @cinnella I’m trying to come up with a simple cartoon method instead of always doing over detailed stuff lmao

Also hi this is the first time I drew GAY in a public space so hell yeah hi five Zack

[hunter-husky]

Round Bullseye

Ah thats why its called a belly BUTTON I get it now