the night is quiet and munkustrap and demeter tell each other secrets without speaking at all. he traces his love for her into the lines of her palm and she bites back a smile. of all the secrets to share, he chooses one she hears everyday. his fingers ghost up and up until they meet her own. what sort of stories do two hands pressed together tell? something that cannot be said aloud. the night is quiet and munkustrap and demeter listen to a silent story. their love for each other whispers into the space between their palms, the curves of their fingers. they bite back a smile. of all the stories to tell, this is one they will never tire of hearing.
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must i make all the mungo & demeter content myself
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Demeter, grooming Mungo’s fur: So how did you and Rumpleteazer meet? When did she know she liked you?
Mungojerrie, laying in her lap: Well, I fell face first into her jumping off of a brick wall, an’ we tumbled down the street, and then we introduced ourselves. She said “I’m Rumpleteazer,” and I said “Tease her? I barely know her!” and that’s how she fell in love with me.
Demeter, shaking her head: It was that easy, huh?
Mungojerrie: Well first she watched me shake the fleas out of me tail and give her a ‘lil bow.
Demeter [fondly]: The very picture of charm.
Mungojerrie, beaming: One of my many talents!
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Demeter, Bombalurina, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Quasi, Hestia, Sekhmet, Ares: *exists*
The Jellicles: *instant urge to swaddle them with blankets and hide them away*
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“Let me kiss you,” he says.
“You already have,” she laughs softly, but stands on her toes a little higher, letting their lips meet once more. He smiles into this kiss, and it’s short and sweet, his palms framing the small of her back. When she lets her heels settle on the ground again he tips forward, chasing her mouth.
“How can I settle for just two?” Munkustrap protests, and he earns another kiss, softer, slower. He only breaks it to emphasize his point. “How can I be satisfied with any amount?” he mutters against her lips, all the devotion in his soul pouring out in his tone. He loves her more than anything.
Demeter hums a little at his words, his voice, soft and smooth, and deep fondness surges up in her heart all over again, fills her with a rapture that’s almost palpable.
“I could ask you the same,” she replies earnestly, sighing softly when he draws back a fraction, because any inch lost is a great loss in her eyes too. “How do I ever stop myself from standing here and kissing you all day?” she wonders.
His eyes sparkle with joy at that, and a smile breaks out onto his face all over again. “Your incredible self-restraint, and a little of mine too,” he says.
She nods a little in agreement, takes in his handsome face for a moment. God, she loves him so much. “To hell with self-restraint,” she replies with a dazzling smile, giddy eagerness sweeping over her once again.
Munkustrap wastes no time when permission is given. He cups her cheek, laughing softly, and leans down to kiss her again. Demeter rests a paw on his shoulder, the other on his chest, relishes the beating of his heart under her palm, and their lips meet.
They’re slower to stop this time, making it last. It feels better than it has any right to, really, and always does. He never gets enough of the taste of her, the sound of her gentle sigh, and his touch is enough to drive away even the worst of her thoughts, to soothe any ache. It’s special. It’s wonderful.
The love in her eyes when he finally draws back sends Munk’s heart fluttering up to the Heaviside Layer. He strokes her cheek softly, melts entirely under her warm gaze.
“One more?” he asks, hopes.
“One more,” she agrees, knowing it still won’t be the last, and tugs him down by the ring of his collar.
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Cats Ships Restaurant AU
i was watching bob's burgers so now here we are
They own a small bakery. It's very peaceful and quiet inside, which is a good environment for Demeter's anxiety and Munkustrap's stress. They don't have many customers, but the people who go there absolutely love it. Their customers often read there while enjoying the baked goods.
MungoTeazer: Food truck
I feel like this matches their chaotic vibe. The food they serve is also chaotic- messy, cheap, & tastes great. The truck is a little worn down, but it works just fine. And they can drive wherever they want to serve food.
They primarily serve coffee and tea, but they also serve sandwiches and things. It's also a safe space for LGBTQ+ people, with a little rainbow flag in the window to signal this. It's a very polished, clean place, but also has a homey, comforting vibe. It's very popular with students and lgbtq+ people. And they have free wifi.
These are the only ones I immediately came up with ideas for, but I want to figure out some more, its fun.
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so here is a idea for cats 2019
ok so this will have my head canons for 2019bombalurina which are
she a fomer member of the junkyard tribe
she is mistoffelees older sister
she have magic
she was munk and demeters fomer mate and cassandra’s fomer friend
also mungo and teazer are not part of the tribe and everyone knows they work for macavity
ok right on we go
after victoria got stuck mungojerrie and rumpleteazer don’t leave her but try to free her
just when the dog run in the room bombalurina find them and use her magic to scare the dog away and free victoria
bomba, mungo and teazer take victoria with them and get to know her better
bomba tell victoria how she left her old tribe after they falsely accuse her brother of hurting his ex boyfriend
they are found by cassandra and demeter who go form snarking at her for getting lost to jumping protective before her when they see who is with her.
victoria find out that her three new friends work for macavity and that the junkyard tribe is bombalurina’s old tribe.
after some tense moments and harse words between cassandra, demeter and bombalurina victoria leave with demeter and cassandra
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Chapters 18 & 19 Update!!!!
Hello! It's been a hot minute, since I’ve updated, hasn't it? I must confess, this past month has been very hard for me. I've had to deal with a lot of personal issues, and motivation really hasn't been present at all. But now I'm here, and am very happy to announce that this story is completely finished! Editing and all. From now on, I'll be updating more frequently, so stay tuned for that!
Also, I would just like to thank those of you who have sent me kind messages. I haven't had much energy to respond to all of them, but I can assure you that they mean more to me than words can describe.
Now, I'll stop rambling, and let you read the chapter. Since this one is quite short, I’ve uplodaed two today. Do enjoy!<3
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Francisca Tapia as Demeter, Santiago 2014
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bombalurina: welcome , fellow idiots
demeter: hallo, bomba
bombalurina: no, no, not you, you’re not a idiot
demeter: you underestimate me
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demeter and munkustrap, both busy and kept apart by the various obligations of the day, leave each other notes.
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songs demeter and munkustrap would dance to.
someone to watch over me / ella fitzgerald
chances are / johhny mathis
twilight time / the platters
mona lisa / nat king cole
young at heart / frank sinatra
story of my life / the chamber orchestra of london
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Sometimes the ghost of his touch sweeps across her fur: His grasping paws, the sweet thrill of his claws scratching just deep enough to send chills up her spine. They filled her with heat and flame so many times she still feels the cinders burning. His kiss was always hungry, regardless of the strength of it, like he was stealing bits of her away, like it was the only thing in the world worth having. It was always intense; every tryst felt like the first and last, hard and desperate even when the pace was slow, until there was nothing left to give in either direction, and the green of his eyes swallowed her whole. Everlasting, it had felt good. It was overwhelming, and enchanting, and never enough, until suddenly, it was.
Because it had been enough eventually, Demeter reminds herself. She remembers the disappointments, the anger, the bitterness, and the pain. She thinks about the scar on her hip, the anxious beating of her heart more often than not, and the pleas of his victims, begging fruitlessly before an unjust god. She thinks about the nightmares, the haunting look she finds in her own reflection nowadays, and the fear that won’t go away, no matter what she does. Macavity’s love, his touch and all that came with it couldn’t outweigh his hatred, his darkness then, and it certainly can’t now. Monsters made under moonlight are rarely unmade.
There are many things in the world that are beautiful, but filled with poison, and she learned that first hand in those days. She had been poisoned for too long, with kisses and promises and the heat of his body against hers, which although sincere, did nothing but spread venom, spread pain from the inside out. It took so long to draw it out of herself. But she had. She’d gotten away, and promised herself never to go back. It’s a promise she refuses to break.
The depraved beauty in it all, in him, and the rush of it, even in the poison, means little nowadays compared to the tenderness, the gentle devotion she has earned from her new lover. Fire doesn’t have to burn, she’s come to learn. It can warm instead, entirely and utterly and beautifully. Kisses can be sweet, without the bitterness of poison. Passion doesn’t have to destroy, and she doesn’t have to be destroyed for its sake. Love doesn’t have to hurt so, so damn much.
‘Those days are long gone,’ she tells herself, thinking on the past, and of that twisted love, and she drags her paws up her fur, trying to scratch away those memories, those smoking cinders. She watches them fly away in the wind.
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Those rare days in the Junkyard when Munkustrap is angry, whether at someone specific or something has happened or even if he’s angry at himself, everybody sits there like:
Like everyone is on their best behavior and they try to solve all of their problems themselves instead of asking him about them because if 1 thing goes wrong he’s going to lose his mind and nobody wants that. All antics are discouraged, the kittens keep their arguing to a minimum and play nicely, and the troublemakers postpone their troublemaking plans. It’s a little quieter than usual on those days, but if it helps him keep his stress level down, that’s alright. It takes a lot to push Munk to the point of genuine irritation, let alone serious anger, so when it happens, everybody knows they fucked up.
An angry Munkustrap is pretty intimidating, given his size and strength. He’d never hurt anyone, has never so much as bat a paw at anyone even when he was younger, but he has raised his voice before on a handful of occasions, and nobody likes it, and Munk himself hates getting that irritated, but sometimes even he can’t help it. He spends his time stewing in the den or even goes home to his owner’s house when he’s really pissed because he doesn’t like anyone seeing him like that. He doesn’t like thinking sharp words or snapping at anyone. He doesn’t like the surges of negativity that fill him, or the looks he gets from the others when he feels himself glaring. He doesn’t like being angry.
Demeter’s the only one allowed to get close when he’s really pissed, which is ironic, really, given all she’s been through, but his anger doesn’t scare her. Munk could never scare her. And, honestly, she’s very familiar with anger in herself, too. She knows how much it sucks and how hard it can be to get rid of those feelings, and her temper is a lot shorter than his, because she gets overwhelmed easily, so she always helps him feel better. She thinks it’s a tiny bit funny too, teases him sometimes for losing his cool as easily as she does. He always rolls his eyes and smiles, protests her teasing but pulls her a little closer, and she knows she’s getting through to him.
It takes a while, a few hours usually, but eventually he gets over whatever is bothering him, whether with the help of her touch, or conversation. Soon enough he’s back to his collected and loveable temperament, and ready to welcome a little more chaos into his life again, to everyone’s relief.
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i told myself i was gonna shut up about caro emerald but i guess not huh
The Other Woman - Caro Emerald
And the cats characters/situations I think work (the tone would change slightly based on the characters singing and their motivations)
Munkustrap singing to Demeter about Macavity
Alonzo singing to someone about Munkustrap (this would be a darker, more jealous version of the character)
Mistoffelees singing about idk who but our sassy gay boi is dark and jealous now and i am imagining it and i am LOVING it
Bombalurina singing about idk (maybe she's just messing around with a couple i have no clue)
Electra singing a more gentle version of the song, trying to convince Etcetera out of a toxic relationship
Tugger performing the song (just....imagine John Partridge Tugger singing this....PERFECTION)
Macavity singing this to manipulate Demeter
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ok someone else wants to put demeter in a warm blanket, give her a nice cup of warm melk and hug her.
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Black&White Family 1 and the Scarlet&Gold Sisters
24 hours later and I’m back with Part 2 of my little headcanon series. Like before, all hcs in this series will be pre-canon, if we accept the musical as the present day canon. Thus I present my take on the backstory of Alonzo, Victoria and Mistoffelees, and some more on Bombalurina and Demeter (with a sprinkle of Demestrap and Skimbleshanks the Railway Dad).
Mistoffelees’ half brother and sister are Jellicles, Alonzo and Victoria. Misto is the result of their shared father’s affair, but said father keeps him separate from his half siblings, who don’t even know he exists until their father reveals it to them on his deathbed. Misto keeps his distance from them, as their mother hates him and his mother on principle and he fears they will too.
But then Misto’s mother dies not long after his father, and he tries to approach them. However, Alonzo still feels very hurt and angry at their father’s betrayal of his family, and isn’t ready to see Misto/can’t bring himself to look at the living proof of it (he doesn’t know that doing so leaves Misto completely alone); their mother attacks him and he runs away. Macavity finds the scared, hurt and alone Misto and convinces him to join him, promising safety and family, but soon traps him along with Demeter and Bomba, and violently and painfully drains his magic from him. The three of them bond in captivity and come to trust each other completely. Bomba’s big-sister mode has been activated for a while, and she very quickly takes Misto under her protective wing as well. They watch over each other as best they can, caring for wounds and trying to keep each other’s spirits up. Eventually they manage to escape via a combination of Demeter’s wits, Bomba’s fighting skills and Misto’s magic. They flee to the Junkyard together and are swiftly brought under the protection of the Jellicles.
Both Mistoffelees and Demeter are extremely skittish and jumpy for a while from Macavity’s treatment. They stick together for the first couple of nights, and even after that if one of them feels scared or alone they’re always welcome in Bomba’s den, which becomes something like their safe space. Demeter finds comfort with Munkustrap, who is more in love with her than ever and finally able to tell her (they perform the mating pas-de-deux at the next ball which happens soon after she returns). She soon finds out she is pregnant with Jemima. Although they can’t be sure of who the real father is, Munkustrap is dad of the century and claims it doesn’t matter, that he’d be honoured to do the job. Munk helps her gain more confidence and become more sure of herself again.
Misto is taken in by (pre-Skimblegus although not by much) Skimbleshanks, but struggles to trust or even speak to anyone else except Bomba and Dem for a long time. He even fears Alonzo and Victoria, thinking they must hate him after how their mother treated him, and spends a lot of time hiding and watching from a safe distance. Skimbleshanks the super dad is really good with him and despite everything Misto can’t help but trust him: he always makes sure to give Misto his space and seems to be able to sense when he’s getting overwhelmed or just doesn’t want to talk; he’s patient, kind and supportive, and just seems to understand him really well. As a result Skimble is the first Jellicle Misto trusts, and later on if he ever needs advice he always turns to Skimble. Due to Skimble’s closeness to Asparagus he forms a tentative friendship with Tumblebrutus (Asparagus’ son), but doesn’t really start to come out of his shell until Tugger meets him for the first time and immediately takes a shine to him.
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So- here's a little sketch of this lovely couple, and I didn't do the lineart nor the faces cause I'm afraid it will ruin it lol
Any (respectful) feedback is appreciated! :D
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The Rum Tum Tugger: Why are you so shy?
Demeter: Relax. I just met you two years ago.
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