#chuglord

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

If .. you are still looking for drawing suggestions...how about some Jellylorum? 👉👈

Excellent idea.

[strawberry-jellicle]

Bestie hit me with a couple of your fave

Damibralulzstrip headcanons

HJWHJD BET!!!

• Bombalurina is the tallest out of the group! She leans down to give kisses to Demeter. Lonz and Munk will stand on their tip toes for a kiss tho!

• Munkustrap: this is my wife Demeter, our wife Bombalurina, and this is our slinky husband Alonzo

• When Munkustrap works himself too hard, Alonzo snitches on him to the ladies. In turn, Bombalurina is usually the one dragging Munk by his hind legs back to their shared den.

• Munkustrap doesn't go down without a fight, but if everyone teams up on him, he's gotta take the L and go to bed.

• Munk snoozes and snores like a freight train. It's so fuckign loud that Lonz, Bomba, and Deme pile on top of him during bedtime to muffle him. (A tail in his mouth works fine too, he chokes and remembers to breathe through his nose).

• Alonzo sleeps spread eagle with limbs everywhere and touching everyone. And he's a heater. Sleeps with his maw open and doesn't snore, much to Munk's envy.

• Demeter sleeps curled in "shrimp mode", usually curled into Munk's side with Bomba spooning her back. Her and Alonzo hold each other's tails a lot in their sleep.

• Bombalurina is very clingy and clings to the nearest thing while she's sleeping (usually Demeter).

• Demeter and Munkustrap do most of the parenting for Jemima and Sillabub. Leaving the "wine aunt/stoner uncle" roles to Bombalurina and Alonzo

[theimpossiblescheme]

“If we meet each other in Hell, it’s not Hell.” DEMLONZO

“Let me see.”  That was all Alonzo had to say, and Demeter gingerly held out her wrists for him to inspect.  She knew it was stupid—the scars were fading, the fur was all intact around them, the pain was gone—but it still helped somehow.  Just to know she wasn’t crazy or falling apart, that he understood her worries and could set them at ease.  Whenever her bones felt like glass or her limbs like they would tear from her body at a gust of wind, he and Munkustrap could reassure her that she was whole and solid and real, even after the worst dreams.

Those dreams had come back with a vengeance after the Jellicle Ball.  All she could feel when she woke up where Macavity’s claws digging into her flesh, leaving rings of red around her paws like cuffs.  And all she wanted was for them to go away.  Jeny had to stop her from wrapping her arms up to the elbows in calendula and lavender, and it still didn’t feel like enough. Every moment looking down at her own paws made her lungs seize, and she knew it was childish and that she needed to patient, but still…

“You’re okay, Deme. They’re healing up really nicely, see?” Alonzo raised one of her paws and delicately tapped the back of it, right above where the red was turning back to the golden brown of her fur.  Demeter nodded and let out a breath, pulling her paws away and resisting the urge to rub at her wrists.

“I know it’s silly, but—”

“It’s not.  I don’t blame you—I check my legs every morning before dawn patrol to make sure all the muscles are still working.”

“Are you… okay? Your legs, I mean?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  A little sore, but nothing major.”

Demeter nodded again, but it wasn’t enough to stop the hot wave of guilt rising in her chest at the memory.  He could have been killed.  He and Munkustrap both, all for her.  All while that monster carted her away again.  She could have fought, she was more than capable of it.  What worse could Macavity do to her that he hadn’t already…?

She hadn’t even realized she’d been looking away until Alonzo bent his shoulders to look her in the eye.  “You know I’d do it again, Deme.  Over and over again, if I needed to.”

“No, don’t say that, you don’t—”

“I would.  Even if he’d taken you back, I would have followed you.”

“… I was the one who told you to run away.  The first time—”

“With you.  And I’d go back with you if it came to that.” Bending forward even further, he closed his paws over hers and nuzzled the top of her head before pulling her closer against his chest.  “I promise.”

Demeter didn’t want to think of that.  She buried her nose into the fur of his side and tried to just lose herself in his warmth, his scent.  He smelled like dirt and rainwater and greasy cooking fires, and it always grounded her when the world was a blur.  Everywhere he was smelled like home, even that horrible dark cellar with its thin walls and tiny rattling windows… but here especially was home.  In this den, in these blankets where their kittens nursed, far away from Macavity… away from her nightmares and Alonzo’s terrible visions of self-sacrifice.

“It won’t ever come to that.”  That much she could promise in return.  Or at least pray for.  They kept each other alive, that was the bargain.  The vow they’d taken.

“I know… but I mean it. You know that, right?”

She did.  She just hoped he’d never get to prove it.

[magelordtrador]

Chuglord

[fluffytuffles]

Cassandra and Mistoffelees?

@chuglord

Theirs is a relationship built on mutual respect and professionalism. Every magician needs a lovely assistant, and there is none lovelier than Cassandra. After the night of the ball, the two of them are given an incredible opportunity. Bustopher Jones is hopping aboard a ship to travel the continent, and has asked his attendant (Misto) to come along. This is the chance to bring his act to a broader and potentially more receptive audience than he’s found here, and asks Cassandra to join him as the integral part of the show that she is. Together they embark, and spend the next year traveling Europe, returning to London for the following Jellicle Ball with incredible stories to tell to the new kittens.

[stawbebbiess]

HAAAPPY BIRTHDAY @chuglord

[theimpossiblescheme]

100 with Sillabub and Demeter? (Fjfjdjf sorry for sending multiple I just really enjoy your writing!!)

“Did you do your exercises this morning, sweetie?”

Sillabub nodded, ears bobbing up and down as she reached up from touching her toes and finally shook the tension out of her arms.  Demeter couldn’t help but smile watching her, but it was a melancholy smile tinged with relief.  This past winter had been hard on everyone, with prey so scarce and the windy nights so punishing—even Bomba fell sicker than anyone could remember—but especially the kittens.  And as the youngest, Sillabub had been hit the hardest.  The freezing air had whittled away her tiny frame almost to nothing, and though her parents tried everything to keep her strong and well-fed, even bringing her inside Munkustrap’s flat, it wasn’t enough to stave off a wave of illness. She sneezed and coughed all through the nights, she could barely keep fresh water down, and there was a terrible evening when she was afraid she’d gone blind in the darkness.  All any of them could do—Alonzo holding his kitten to his chest for warmth and Munkustrap and Demeter huddled close behind her—was wait for the sun to rise again.

Of course, it did—it always did, in spite of any fear—and after a while it stayed in place, melting the ice and warming the earth.  As soon as Sillabub started to recover, they brought her to Jellylorum for inspection, and the old queen listened to her lungs and heart as Jenyanydots mixed new medicine for her.  She would heal, but she might always be frail, even as an adult.  All they could do was encourage her to stay healthy and keep her muscles strong.  It was lucky that Sillabub so loved to dance and play, but she still needed to be careful.

“All right, come over here—let’s check the rest of you.”  Demeter patted a square of quilt next to her, and Sillabub bounded over to sit next to her. Pressing the pad of one paw to her forehead, Demeter felt her temperature… she was warm, but not abnormally so.  The insides of her ears were clean and pink, too.  Drawing her paw away, she then unsheathed one of her claws and passed it slowly in front of Sillabub’s face.  Sure enough, her eyes followed it perfectly, and they both beamed.  All was well.

“Am I okay to go play?” Sillabub asked, practically wriggling with excitement where she sat.

Demeter smiled again, and all her previous melancholy melted away.  “Yes, you’re okay.”  She pressed a kiss and a nuzzle to her daughter’s ears before letting her bounce away. “You go have fun.”

It looked like Sillabub might race out the entrance of their den, but she paused at the front flap, her claws worrying the fabric.  Then she turned around.  “You wanna come with me this time?  Y’know…” She shrugged, as if trying not to make a big deal out of it.

“Do you want me to?”

“Well, Pounce and Jem might try to play in the big piles again, and… I dunno…”

“Are you scared you might hurt yourself?  Or not be able to keep up?”

“… Sorta… that probably sounds really silly…”

“It’s not at all, don’t worry.”  Getting to her feet, Demeter wrapped an arm around Sillabub’s shoulder as she came to stand beside her and drew the flap away, letting the daylight stream through.  “You don’t have to worry, sweetheart—I won’t let you fall.  I promise.”

She could feel her daughter’s shoulders relaxing the rest of the way as she nodded, and the two ventured out to greet the morning and the sound of laughter beyond.

[theimpossiblescheme]

6 with Tantoteazer?

“I gotta say,” Teazer said, flopping over on her stomach across the seam of the rooftop, “I thought it’d be boring out here.  But you kinda wore me out.”  She smiled and leaned her head against her mate’s side.  “’S’nice, though… ‘s’nice really nice.”

Tantomile smiled her thin smile, but there was genuine warmth behind, and a purr tinged her voice as she spoke.  “There is a lot more to see outside of London than cats there give credit for.”  It was strange… she spent so much time in that world it had become second nature to her.  The gentle noise and bustle of the Junkyard, and the much louder and harsher noise and bustle of the city beyond.  The neon signs that overhung every building.  The manmade haze that hung over the sky, blotting out the stars, but not the moon.  The human figures silhouetted in every window above their heads.  It was chaos, but a gentle chaos—the Junkyard’s aura pulsed a bright orange like an excitable heartbeat.  Coricopat thrived there, and of course Tanto would never deny him that.

But this world, her world… so few of the cats outside of Cori and their mother ever got to see it. It felt like she was sharing a precious secret with Teazer the entire time.  Showing her their owners’ books as Mr. Lewis pored over his studies and Ms. Grenaway over her herbal remedies (they weren’t married, they simply lived together for convenience’s sake).  Showing her the wide, fragrant kitchen they shared in the duplex and the sprawling view of the garden, artfully overgrown with ancient plants.  The used bookstore a stone’s throw away that also made their favorite tea.  The ice cream parlor next door where Cori would mew for cream in the evenings and Tanto would always tag along.  Their little village was quieter, yes, but it still thrummed with life.  It ticked like a steady metronome with a forest green aura. Adagio to the Junkyard’s allegro. A different tempo, but still a beautiful song.

Tonight, the sky was completely clear, and all the stars were out.  Tanto could see Teazer’s eyes shining as she watched them, a kittenish smile on her face, wide awake in spite of her fatigue.  If either of them had the energy, Tanto could explain each star and where it got its name and all the constellations visible from where their rooftop.  But right now, they sat in silence, and Tanto let her heart be warmed by the look in Teazer’s eyes.  How beautiful she found this world they rarely got to share with the Tribe.

It meant more than she could put into words.

“Stay with me.”  It was phrased as a statement, almost a command, but her voice lilted upward at the end as if she were asking a question. “At least for another day.”  There was so much more to see still… so much more they could share.

Teazer smiled even wider and nuzzled at her side.  “Sure I will.”

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

For the shipping ask game, Jennyanydots and Cassandra?

Jennyanydots:

OTP: ...

They're lesbian cats, Harold. They've been together since they were young, Harold. THEY ARE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS, HAROLD.

(I will also get behind them as QPP - any Jenny/Jelly is good Jenny/Jelly and I stand by that.)

BROTP: I would still say Jenny/Jelly here, because they are both and that is *good*. I also really like her and Skimbleshanks as having a siblings/sibling-in-law mlm/wlw solidarity type relationship!

NOTP: Jenny/Tugger beyond the "he likes older women" jokes is not really my cup of tea. Munk/Jenny is another one I can't really get behind for reasons previously stated.

MEHTP (A ship you don't hate but don't ship either, you just find it ok): Jenny/Bustopher is cute, but it's not really something I'm interested in (like they definitely flirt but I don't think it's much more serious than that).

I find Skimble/Jenny to be kinda...meh on my front. Like I *like* the idea, it's very sweet, I used to like it more, but I find that it's very...standard? At least in fandom, anyway. Very plain oatmeal heteronormative (if I can throw a buzzword around), if you will. Like she's the mom cat and Skimble is the dad cat - of course they're paired together. And...that's usually it. I find that most of the fandom at large (particularly the older fandom) sort of just...leaves them at that and don't go in any depth otherwise. They're just there to be parents and make the general parental commentary. (I have that complaint in general about how the older cats are treated in fandom, but this is not the time for a half baked and repetitive rant from yours truly)

Rarepair: The idea of Jenny/Grizabella as a past thing is an interesting one I've seen tossed around a few times (Though I'm usually more on the "Grizabella is elderly rather than middle aged or adult" train personally), and Italian Tour press videos seemed to like it too, lol. So I could get behind that!

Cassandra:

OTP: Probably Bombacass is the closest thing I have to an OTP for her! It's one of the only things for her I really actively ship and like to read about, anyway. 

The other one is Tugger/Cassandra - I have a big soft spot for Tugger/Cassandra. Couldn’t tell you why, I just do. 

I can get behind Cassandra/Tugger/Bomba too, tbh. 

Otherwise I generally am not interested in Cassandra romances because I don't particularly think *she's* super interested in romance.

BROTP: Cassandra and the Psychic twins, Cassandra and Misto and Cassandra and Hathor come to mind! Idk I see them as being friendly with one another - or at least as friendly with other cats as Cassandra can be. Protective - yes. Soft and mushy - not really.

I also think she has a soft spot for Tumble and Jemima/Silly but I couldn't tell you why.

NOTP: Don't have a ship that I actively dislike/can't stand to see for Cass! Just mostly meh. As you will see momentarily...

MEHTP (A ship you don't hate but don't ship either, you just find it ok): Munkustrap/Cassandra is meh, Demeter/Cassandra is also pretty meh. Tantomile/Cassandra seems sweet, but not really my thing. And I can see why people ship these things, absolutely, just kinda average on my end.

And since we're all going to die, there's one more secret I feel I have to share with you: I did not care for Alonzo/Cassandra.

What?

Did not care for Alonzo/Cassandra.

How can you even say that?

Didn't like - I didn't like it.

(I'm going to be serious for a second and say in all honesty there's nothing wrong with London! Alonzo/Cassandra and I'm happy if you enjoy the ship! I just...can't really see them being able to stand one another, since they're basically a mirror of themselves and if you're going to be Narcissus at the pond you might as well look at yourself, right? Perfectly okay ship, not really my thing.)

Rarepair: Bombacass is a rarepair isn't it? So is Tugger/Cass - or they seem that way anyway. So same answer here. 

[my-name-is-jimmy]

@chuglord I think you'd appreciate this in some way

im losing it right now this is so funny

[theimpossiblescheme]

From @chuglord...

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

So is your Human AU just like, a design thing or 👀👀 do you have Lore 👀👀

A little of both - I have like...snippets of lore? With some characters more fleshed out than others.

(So for example, Munkustrap used to be an event planner and teach contractually at the college, but the stress of that piled onto self imposed "I must be the good example" pressure brought on by familial scandal caused by his eldest brother (and near everyone heard of that one - he is the preacher's son after all) lead him into breakdown territory. He volunteers at the daycare that his "aunt" Jenny runs these days, as that's about the extent of what he's able to do (and he loves doing it)).

Baseline lore is that they all live in a smallish port town that had an industrial boom in the 60s/70s, but is now mostly a city people pass through (and a college town). It's big enough that they have established industry, though it's heyday was decades ago now, but too small for anything remotely interesting to pass through.

I am fond of the idea of many different coincidental knowings of one another and webs of connection in human aus. Like, example, Munkustrap met Alonzo on a dock port on one of his soul searching days, who knows Demeter because they live in the same run down apartment building, who used to be involved with Macavity (who Alonzo's had run ins with) who's Munkustrap's brother, etc etc.

[theimpossiblescheme]

I have loved you and your blog for a very very long time but I still don't think I actually know who your favorite cats are 👀👀

Robin, you're so sweet--I am but a humble dumbass who loves your blog as well. <3

I have a rotating list of favorite cats depending on my mood, but the biggest constants are Munkustrap, Demeter, Gus, Jellylorum, and Jemima/Sillabub. I also adore all of the swings because someone has to love them.

[my-name-is-jimmy]

@chuglord

[strawberry-jellicle]

Ok so what I'm hearing is that u and I ought to become besties now because we are correct objectively about demebombalonzostrappokenengjgidkekrn

I think thats EXACTLY what im hearing bestie 👀