#but i want an actual duet next season dammit!

[barblaz-arts]

I am OBSESSED with this animatic. The lyrics fit them so well and the uh whatchumacallit? Storyboard? It's so in character and so cuteeee

Like it's probably enough to tide me over until we get an actual chaggie duet

[theimpossiblescheme]

If you're still doing the ask thing Can I get Rumpleteazer and Munkustrap? 🥺

Of course you can! <3  Let’s start with Rumpleteazer...

Why I like them: She’s the most cheerful little hellraiser who’s always so much fun to watch, and she’s so bubbly and surprisingly affectionate to the cats she cares about.  Rumpleteazer is the feline embodiment of sunshine and chaos, and I adore her for it.

Why I don’t: Yet again, I cannot imagine why you wouldn’t like her--I can only assume that you also hate happiness.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): As much as I love hers and Mungojerrie’s song, watching her during Skimbleshanks’ song is always completely adorable.  She just loves Train Dad so much, even if she sometimes gives him a headache.

Favorite season/movie: It’s always a toss-up for me between Jo Gibb, Shonica Gooden, and Anna Carina Buchegger as my favorite Rumpleteazers, so I gotta go to bat for the ‘98 movie, the 2016 Broadway revival, and the 2015 Tecklenburg production (I haven’t seen any of the Vienna production, but I hope to soon!).

Favorite line: “AND! Ruuum-pleteazer!”  She always sounds so indignant, and it’s hilarious.

Favorite outfit: Another toss-up for me, this time between her Broadway Revival look and her Mexico Tour look!

OTP: Victeazermile is an underrated OT3, and it is a ship I will absolutely go down with because Teazer has two paws, dammit.

Brotp: Besides Mungojerrie (whom I headcanon as being her twin brother), I love the idea of Tugger being like a big brother to her who enables all of her mischief.  They give Munkustrap all of the headaches together, and it is glorious.

Headcanon: She has two scars on her face from Macavity that are hidden by her stripes--one across her cheek and the other running up her chin almost to her lower lip.

Unpopular opinion: Regardless of productions that have her do the fangirl scream, I don’t think Teazer has a crush on Tugger so much as she wants to be just like him.

A wish: Let Teazer Kiss Girls 2KAlways

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I just hope she and Jerrie never get left out--like I said before, the show just wouldn’t be the same without them.

5 words to best describe them: Irreverent, bouncy, mischeivous, affectionate, daring

My nickname for them: Teazer!

And now for Munkustrap...

Why I like them: MY GOOD GOOD PROTECTOR BOY.  There’s that one post saying that if Munkustrap’s actor doesn’t make you feel safe and cared for, he’s doing it wrong, and that’s absolutely true.  I love his dedication to his family, how sincerely he cares for every member of it, and how even as annoyed and frustrated as he can get he still takes that duty of care very seriously.  Plus, I am historically a sucker for the Team Dad character type.

Why I don’t: There are some actors who can come across as overly cold and confrontational (Robert D. Marx comes to mind), and I’m not a fan of that characterization at all.  Munkustrap’s the one who brings the audience into the cats’ world, and if it doesn’t feel like he even likes his job, there’s a huge emotional disconnect.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): The Macavity fight and the Old Deuteronomy duet with Tugger... I have Feelings (TM) about both.

Favorite season/movie: The ‘98 movie, the 2002 closing London matinee, and the 2015 Tecklenburg production--Michael Gruber, Jack Rebaldi, and Armin Kahl are my all-time favorite Munkustraps.

Favorite line: “At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy/When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall...”  Especially when the actor hits the note on “sun” in his head voice--it’s absolutely gorgeous.

Favorite outfit: Jack Rebaldi is the face of Munkustrap for me--just pick any of his costumes over the years, and you have it.

OTP: Demestrap will always have my heart--they both deserve to be happy. <3

Brotp: Alonzo is his best friend and greatest support, and Munkustrap can’t imagine his life, let alone his duties as Protector, without him.  I need more of their dynamic in productions.

Headcanon: He speaks with that Mid-Atlantic “not quite American or English” accent because that’s the accent his mother had, and you can gauge his mood on whether he sounds more American or English at the moment.

Unpopular opinion: I think he has a healthier work-life balance than fandom jokes about his sleeping schedule and stress levels would have you believe.

A wish: ...You know, Lis, you’ve actually converted me to Team Let Someone Other Than Munkustrap Be The Next Leader.  Not that I don’t internally weep at the end of the Tecklenburg production, but I like the idea of him abdicating so he doesn’t have to become this distant venerated figure even more.  Maybe a production could have a moment of him giving someone like Jemima or Mistoffelees his blessing to take his place.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: No more harsh and combative Munkustrap actors who try to fight Tugger during their duet--nothing breaks my heart more.

5 words to best describe them: Compassionate, responsible, anxious, courageous, eager-to-please

My nickname for them: I call him Munk, but I headcanon that Tugger calls him Straps and is the only cat who can get away with it. XD

[euelioi]

you’re the person in the apartment next door who VERY LOUDLY blasts holiday music starting in NOVEMBER and i hate christmas au: roman/virgil B) this is my first time at the ice rink and ive fallen on my butt at least 34 times so far but you keep skating around me like a fuckin pro au: pluiransky B)

send me a winter/christmas prompt!

wow omg who sent me these ?? with such specific ships,, wowza thank u, Anonymous,,

Prinxiety: you’re the person in the apartment dorm next door who VERY LOUDLY blasts holiday music starting in NOVEMBER and i hate christmas au (i fuckin love college AUs) (also snuck in some low-key Logicality whoops)

So this ended up being a lot longer than anticipated– for the full context/fic, head over to AO3 here. And here’s a ~600-word snippet/prompt fill:

Virgil scowls, hovering in the doorway. “We actually just came over here to ask you guys to turn the Christmas music off, thanks, since you ignored me hitting the wall.”

Roman, thankfully, reaches over and turns down the stereo, albeit rolling his eyes as he does so. “What’s wrong with Christmas music, My Chemical Romance reject?”

“It’s November!” Virgil and Logan say simultaneously.

“You can never get festive too early!” Patton beams.

“The only ‘festive’ music for November should be the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack,” Virgil scowls deeper, throwing air-quotes around the word “festive.” MCR Reject? MCR Reject?! Whatever. Whatever!

Roman, however, snaps his fingers and sits up, grabbing the phone attached to the AUX cord. “Perfect! How did I not think of that?!”

“P-perfect?” Virgil blinks, taken aback at how well-received that comment was, especially considering the fact that he had been insulted (that was an insult, right?) just seconds before. Then he quickly schools his shocked expression back into a scowl. “Well, just– keep it down. I don’t wanna hear your Christmas music until it’s fucking December. Or, preferably, at all, thanks.”

He turns to Logan, only to be surprised again: Patton is gathering up his backpack, that sunshine smile still in place. “We’re gonna go to the library to study!”

“But who’ll sing Jack and Sally’s duets with me?” Roman whines, pouting.

Oh shit. Oh shit, he’s being cute. Virgil tries to bring back the thoughts of murder, but they just aren’t there.

Patton shrugs. “Sorry, kiddo!”

Logan coughs almost discreetly. “I’m sure Virgil knows all the words?”

“I am not sticking around to sing–!” Virgil immediately argues, stepping back into the hallway. “I only came over to get the Christmas music down. I’m done, I’m out, thanks, bye!”

***

Virgil does not think about the fact that he now knows that Roman’s bed is right on the other side of the wall from his. When he shuts the door of his room behind him, he can still faintly hear the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack through the wall. He plans on just putting his headphones on and doing his homework and ignoring it and definitely not think about how pretty his next-door-neighbor is. Dammit, why did Logan make him go over there?

That’s the plan, at least. And then Roman starts singing along, and Virgil can hear him, and there are gaps in the places where other characters are supposed to sing. It becomes quickly obvious that Roman is used to having other people singing with him.

Ugh, fine! Virgil thinks angrily, giving up on doing anything. He hops down from his bunk, snatches the DVD from where it sits next to his XBox, and trudges back into the hall, rapidly knocking on the door beside his. He tries really, really hard not to panic at his own impulsivity.

Roman opens the door. “It wasn’t even that loud–!” he starts to argue.

“That’s not what I–”

“–and if it’s about the singing, well, you can’t just not sing to Danny Elfman’s masterpieces, you know? And–”

“Roman!” Virgil snaps, holding up the DVD in his hands. “Do you–” His confidence deflates a little as soon as he has the other guy’s full attention; Virgil finds himself unable to make eye contact, shifting on his feet nervously. “Do you, um. Just. Want to watch it? The theater room is probably empty, so–”

Pluiransky: this is my first time at the ice rink and ive fallen on my butt at least 34 times so far but you keep skating around me like a fuckin pro au

“C’mon, Zech,” TJ teases, hands behind his back as he loops around his boyfriend. “You can do this!”

“Teddy,” Zech whines, clinging to the wall. “I have literally fallen on my ass 34 times in the past hour. I feel like I’m dying.”

TJ holds out his hands, steady on his skates. “I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

Zech looks at him warily, then heaves a deep sigh and shakily lets go of the wall, latching onto TJ’s hands instead. “Okay…. okay.”

They slowly– agonizingly slowly– move several feet forward, TJ having no problem skating backwards. He thinks it’s kind of funny, that they both grew up in Chicago but have such vastly different experiences. TJ has been ice skating since he was a kid; Zech, on the other hand, had played hockey for a couple seasons in grade school and then promptly forgot how to stand on skates. To be fair, hockey skates and ice skating skates are different, but still.

TJ just thinks everything about his boyfriend is adorable.

“What’re you grinning at?” Zech grumbles, unable to keep a hint of a smile off his face.

“You,” TJ answers, letting go of Zech’s hands.

“Babe!” Zech gasps out, wobbling forward a few more feet before crashing down onto the rink again. “You’re so fuckin’ rude.”

“What is that, 35 now?”

But TJ circles back and helps Zech to his feet, this time skating right next to him, fingers laced together.