#cats the musical fanfiction

[jellicle-chants]

"this is why we dont piss of a magic cat"

"Oh, puh-lease, Jer." Rumpleteazer nearly licked her paw automatically, but stopped herself just in time. "As I recall, you were the one who suggested we go snooping around in his sock collection in the first place."

"Well, how was I supposed to know he'd have this prepared?"

"You-y--ah-CHOO!" The sneeze disrupted a cloud of glitter from Teazer's fur, to the dismay of her brother.

"Not again! We're never gonna get rid of this stuff!"

#cats the musical #bombawife #thank you for the ask! #5 sentence fic ask game #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #cats the musical fanfiction #(of the micro variety) #i like doing these! they're fun :D

[cryptidvoidwritings]

9 with demelurina

hello you probably forgot you even sent me a prompt because it's been almost a year but i finally wrote kind of a ficlet and i hope you like it

Prompt: "should i cook today?" "i--don't trust you with my kitchen, babe."

Warm breath on the back of her neck dragged Demeter awake, floating from darkness to the grey morning light. Lips brushed over the lobe of her ear. Demeter smiled lazily. She curled back into the warm body tucked up behind her. Wiry arms pulled her in closer and teeth grazed down to the lobe of her ear, tweaking gently.

Demeter blew out an amused breath. “Lemme turn.”

Bombalurina’s arms loosened just enough for Demeter to roll over. They tightened again as soon as hazel eyes met hers.

“Hello,” Demeter said.

“Mornin’,” Bombalurina answered. Her voice was still sleep-rough.

“Didn’t think we’d get to sleep in today?”

“I’ll be back late-ish,” Bombalurina said softly. “Depends on how long load-out goes.”

“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” Demeter yawned. She touched her nose to Bombalurina’s playfully, letting her eyes slide half shut. “Better make the morning count, then.”

Bombalurina’s lips curled slowly. “Oh?”

“Mm,” Demeter hummed.

She leaned in. Bombalurina’s lips met hers, slotting together for a long, slow kiss – lips pressing softly together in the quiet still of the morning. When they finally pulled apart Demeter licked her bottom lip. Bombalurina’s eyes were shaded to near brown.

Demeter smiled in satisfaction and closed her eyes. “Should I cook tonight?” “I– don’t trust you with my kitchen, babe.”

“What?” Demeter’s eyes snapped open.

Bombalurina was already cringing. “Didn’t mean for that to come out so quickly.”

Demeter sat up, knocking Bombalurina’s arms away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I know you’re not going to break anything,” Bombalurina said hurriedly.

“So?”

“It’s... more about... using the non-stick pans? On the stove?”

Demeter stared at Bombalurina until she winced.

“It’s only that last time there was a fire.”

“I thought we agreed that wasn’t my fault.”

“You were... ah... passionate in your own defense,” Bombalurina said, with the air of someone hedging their bets.

Demeter glared at her. “So much for the morning.”

------

Demeter skipped the end credits and started her third episode of Murder, She Wrote. Bombalurina was doing something in the kitchen that involved coffee– with cinnamon. Her favorite. When the various sounds of kitchen clattering stopped, Demeter crossed her arms and burrowed down into the sofa, determined not to accept any forthcoming apology. She focused on the screen, stubbornly watching Jessica Fletcher working on an archaeological dig until legs for days and a button-down shirt stepped in front of it.

Demeter grunted. Bomba knew what the button-down shirt did to her. “You’re blocking the TV.”

A coffee mug floated into her vision and back out as it was placed on the side table. Demeter looked down at it, then, finally, looked up. Bombalurina stood there, hands folded in front of her, looking pathetically sad.

“Alexa! What does–.” Demeter started. She paused, frowning. (Bombalurina tried very, very hard not to let her lips twitch into a smile but failed and frantically had to compose her face back into something sad). Demeter frowned harder. “What?”

Bombalurina managed to look even sadder. “What, ‘what’?”

“What is this?” Demeter asked, waving her hand in Bombalurina’s general direction.

“This is contrition.”

“Alexa!” Demeter barked. “What does ‘contrition’ mean?”

“Contrition is defined as sincere penance or remorse.”

Bombalurina choked on a giggle. Demeter huffed.

“Get out with your contritionalness!”

“It’s ‘contrite’, babe,” Bombalurina said.

Demeter threw a pillow at her. “Get out! Go dress!”

Bombalurina ducked away, finally letting out the laugh she hadn’t been terribly successful in containing anyway. “See you tonight!”

Demeter picked up her mobile and pulled up her messages with Munkustrap, typing furiously: How much should ‘contrition’ cost her?

#soft gestures fic prompts #thank you for sending me an ask! #this is based on a real scenario involving friends' family. it was the cutest kind of argument #i'm sorry it took so long #trying to make myself write anything at all over the last year has been... hard #bombalurinaxdemeter #demelurina #bombalurina #demeter (cats) #cats the musical fanfiction

[munkustance]

Next Chapter IS OUT (after 3 months) I hope you enjoy!!

#characters in order: #jemima cats #demeter cats #pouncival #rumpleteazer #mungojerrie #macavity #growltiger #bombalurina #munkustrap #rum tum tugger #griddlebone #mr mistoffelees #cats the musical #cats 1998 #my writing #my post #cats the musical fanfiction #cats the musical fanfic

[skimbly-shanks]

Tuggershanks, “try and get some sleep.”? 👉🏻👈🏻

@cryptidvoidwritings

Send a Five-Word Prompt for a Five-Paragraph Fic

Skimble stared out from a capsule of blankets at an infuriatingly tidy domicile. It was a Sick Day; a burned-in-the-shower-to-alleviate-the-fever-chills, hack-up-a-lung-and-last-night’s-dinner Day. But life doesn’t stop for Sick Days; there are still children to send off, still chores and upkeep to perform; still food to prepare; perhaps he could call off work, but it all depended.

Rather, life wasn’t supposed to stop on Sick Days. And yet here he was, stuck on the couch while Tugger decided to brandish his rarely-seen responsibility. Skimble, from his initial spot hunched over the toilet, had overheard Tugger calling the other man out sick from work. He cleaned up Skimble’s sick without a complaint; walked him to the living room and sat him down, weighing him in blankets before Skimble could fight it. He’d just sent the kids out for school. And now he was prepping for dinner. From all angles, it looked like Skimble, for once, really would get a Sick Day off.

And he hated it. The whole thing made him antsy; he couldn’t dampen the feeling that something was missing. He was certain it would go wrong if he didn’t do something, whatever ‘it’ was. He couldn’t even offer banter about Tugger’s stew; everything was too stuffed up.  The floor was too clean. The atmosphere was too homey. The blankets were too comfy. Something was bound to give; the bough had to break.

Skimble was brought back to the present with a steaming cup of tea placed on the table in front of him. He didn’t have to taste it, he was too sick to properly taste a thing anyway, to know Tugger made it just the way he liked. Tugger always watched him make tea with that stupid wide-eyed stare. The way the day was going, it only made sense that Tugger spent those staring-times absorbing every piece of information. It’s probably perfect, Skimble pursed his lips. Like everything else today.

“Don’t give me that face,” Tugger tutted admonishingly, tucking another blanket around Skimble’s smothered form. Skimble turned to stare back blearily. He barely registered the kiss on his forehead. “There’s still something very important that only you can do.” Skimble stared back; disbelieving, but still curious. Tugger dropped down on the couch next to him, feeding an arm around the mass of blankets.  “Try and get some sleep.”

#tuggershanks #cats the musical fanfiction #cats the musical #cats musical #rum tum tugger #skimbleshanks

[indianasolo221]

LF: Fanfiction Recommendations!

I know I’ve made this post before, but Tumblr ate it, so I’m making it again (with some changes!!!). I’m looking for CATS fanfic recommendations. Although I am not focusing on any particular character, pairing, or themes, I would prefer:

Works with Bombalurina, Demeter, Jemima, Tugger, or Victoria as the main character. (Or...literally any of the Queens?)

Works focusing on Alondra, Asparalorum, Cassoffelees, Demecavity, Demestrap, Jemistoffelees, Jemival, Mistoria, Platoria, Tuggerina, Tuggoffelees, and Tumbletoria, just to name a few.

Angst, Chatfic, Darkfic, Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, and Thriller are my preferred genres. I don't typically read AUs, but I'm willing to give them a chance.

If you wish to send me something that needs beta'd, proofread, or just isn't completed, that's fine, too! I'm hoping to find some really good, compelling fics that I haven't read yet, so make your recommendations below (even if it doesn't necessarily fall into the above guidelines). Thanks for checking out this post <3

#cats musical #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats au #cats musical fanfic #cats musical fanfiction #cats the musical fanfic #cats the musical fanfiction #lf: fanfic recommendations #bombalurina #demeter cats #jemima cats #rum tum tugger #victoria the white cat #jellicle queens #alondra cats #asparalorum #cassoffelees #demecavity #demestrap #jemistoffelees #jemival #mistoria #platoria #tuggerina #tuggerlurina #tuggoffelees #tumbletoria

[mandokarla-mavrok]

When Crookshanks isn’t at Hogwarts with Hermione, he’s in the Jellicle Junkyard with his Tribe

#CATS Musical #CATS the Musical #Cats the musical crossover #jellicle cats #crookshanks #Harry Potter #hermione granger #wizarding world #Crookshanks headcanon #Crookshanks the Jellicle Cat #cats the musical headcanons #mine #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #wattpad #cats the musical fanfiction

[thewronglong]

WRITING PROMPT: Lister and Rimmer bond over 1960s rock music when they discover that it contains the Hammond organ for Rimmer and the rebellious drug context for Lister. Rock n Roll, baby.

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer #cat red dwarf #music #60s music #writing prompt #fanfiction #dave lister #david lister #arnold j rimmer #rock n roll

[chaos-and-all]

headcanon: arthur and eames knew each other in the military and inevitably fell in whatever their definition of love is while they worked on the PASIV together (scandalous considering they were from different countries). of course, their project ends and they lose each other, what would this be without some angst?

arthur eventually leaves the military and devotes all his time to being cobb's right hand man while eames runs from his problems by becoming other people. arthur never so much as looks at another man the same way while eames takes any distraction to try and forget. neither tell a soul about each other.

then, they meet again during the inception heist. how on earth do they react? easy, these idiots simply ✨ don't ✨. yes, they both just...don't acknowledge it. cue the major UST throughout the movie, much to the delight and confusion of the rest of the crew. like, if arthur and eames are complete strangers, why do they know each other so well? why do they work together as an unit without having to ever exchange words? surely, it's not just them being good at their jobs of reading people? news flash: of course it isn't.

they have both lived as a thousand different people within a single lifetime. and yet, fate brings them back together? of course they eventually learn to open their hearts back to each other and love once more. but...it's secret, it's intimate. they keep their love to themselves, and shares it with no one else. does the crew figure out they're together? of course, they're not idiots. of course, there's guesses as to why they're so in sync with each other (ariadne is 100% convincef yusuf gave them love potions and cobb thinks he's just an amazing unintentional wingman). but do they ever know the truth of their past, of just how well they knew each other before this heist? absolutely not. speaking their story into existence for others isn't needed. they know and that's all that matters.

in the end, they find each other again. they learn to love and be loved again. they find their family, their people that'll stick with them through thick and thin. it's cheesy, it's mushy, it's angsty, it's their life. and of course, they adopt three cats once they finally settle down. what happy ending can they have without cats?

(this was possibly inspired by my love for the reunion trope with a secret shared past and by dress by taylor swift. I have many headcanons like this across many fandoms.)

#inception #arthur and eames #headcanon #fanfiction #wip #reunion #found family #guys i promise ill eventually write this out as a full fic #i just needed to say it #get it out there into the world if you know what i mean #i refuse to write stories without cats in them #everyone gets a cat #happily ever after #taylor swift #inspired by music

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

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Please tell me you're joking," Bombalurina deadpans, trading her attention between the tom laying next to her and squinting up at the thousands of pinpoint pricks of light that decorated the sky above her.

"Why would I lie?" Munkustrap answers, just as seriously, though Bombalurina can see the reflections of mischief shining back at her. A familiar expression, in her experience, but wholly unfamiliar on the usually solemn faced silver tom. She hadn't remembered him as having a single mischievous bone in his body. "It's a flying fish. Those are real things."

Bombalurina turns her attention back skyward, fleetingly wishing a moment she were looking at figures in clouds which were at least somewhat discernable in shape over...dots. And fish that could fly? That sounded absolutely absurd. "Uh huh."

"And if you look just to the left," Munkustrap continues, pointing a claw skyward and tracing the points patiently; Bombalurina follows the movement to the best of her ability. "That's Amaranthine, Lady of the Lakes, scooping it out of the water with her paw to teach it how."

Munkustrap hums. "Or, at least that's how the story goes. I always thought she was stealing the fish from old Brickelbrine over there." He halfway motions to another cluster, as though it offended him. "As she should, he's a nasty piece of work."

An incredulous giggle escapes Bombalurina before she can stop it. She catches Munkustrap's ears perking up - wobbling in the same way they did when he was tasked with fetching her for Sunday dinner as kittens. "Where'd you learn all of this?"

"Old Deuteronomy taught me," Munkustrap explains, folding his paws over his chest. There is a fondness in his tone, laced tightly with the admiration and respect the old cat inspired in all of his fellows - even his children, it seemed. She wondered when he'd stopped referring to him in the familiar; a young, bright eyed Munkustrap had once said "my father" with the same reverence he'd referred to the Queen or the ever fabled Rumpus Cat. "He used to take Tugger and I out when we couldn't sleep and point out the biggest ones. He told us that all the stars have stories, and all the stories are made of cats."

"Made of cats?"

"The sky is filled with cats, waiting to be born," Munkustrap says, tossing his paws out to the side to demonstrate. "And every star is a little eye peeking out from the between the ether."

"Sounds a little unsettling," Bombalurina mutters, feeling a thread of tension start at the base of her spine.

"A little," Munkustrap agrees. "But Old Deuteronomy said they're just observing so they know how to be cats when they finally get down here."

Supposedly, that makes more sense, but the disquiet lingers. Bombalurina wonders how they'd ended up on their backs, facing the eons of time spread before them. She doesn't remember getting here, only being here.

She hears one of night patrol slink by in the distance, gone in a wink.

"It's comforting, I think, in a way," Munkustrap continues eventually, absorbing Bombalurina's uneasy silence as easily and with the same level of consideration as her conversation. His voice pitches soft and gentle; she feels him studying her along her jawline. "That someday, somewhere, there will be a cat born who acts just like you did, because they loved you so much that they only ever wanted to watch you. And, that way, you're never really gone."

A weight settles itself between the two of them. Bombalurina stares up at the sky, seeing less than before. The lights seem to blur and dance.

"I always felt safest on those nights. I thought you might -"

Munkustrap trails off, seemingly catching up with the words he is letting pass. He clears his throat; Bombalurina feels the barest brush of a tail near hers before it twitches away.

"The humans have names for them, too," he continues, snapping the burning, connecting thread neatly with his teeth. "They're rather ridiculous, if you ask me, but no accounting for Man's tastes. There are pollicles up there, can you imagine?"

"How many do you think their are?" Bombalurina asks.

"What, pollicles?"

"No," Bombalurina says in her most put upon tone, but she cannot help but smile. "Stars."

"I'm not sure," Munkustrap answers honestly. "Thousands...millions more likely. All waiting around to be discovered."

"You think they all have names then?"

"Definitely," Munkustrap agrees. "Cats have been looking to the skies since our paws touched the ground. Eternity upon eternity. Every cat has a story and every story has a star - I am not nearly wise enough a cat to remember even a fraction of them."

Yet, Bombalurina thinks, you care enough to try. More than can be said of most cats.

"Thank you," Bombalurina murmurs. "For remembering some of them, at least."

Munkustrap turns his head slightly, glancing at her. His expression is open and soft, and she is no longer looking at the tom beside her; she is looking at the kitten from so many years ago, desperate for someone to see him while he hid more and more of himself away. The ghosting touch of a tail is back. This time, it stays. "Thank you for agreeing to come out."

The silence becomes quiet. The distant noises of the city are drowned by the chirping songs of grasshoppers along the edge of the Junkyard. Night will be over before either of them know it.

"Maybe she's setting the fish loose," Bombalurina amends. "So it can fly away and be free."

The tom turns his head back skyward; he seems to carefully consider her words. Bombalurina watches as his profile bleeds into the night; one in the same."

"I like that much better."

Send me a sentence and I’ll fill at least five more in after it for a little mini-fic.

#i am also feeling bombastrap today apparently #CATS Musical #Bombalurina #Munkustrap #bombastrap #fanfiction #my fanfic #jellicles ask because jellicles dare #anonymous #fluffy shy bombastrap on MY blog? who'd have thought

[jellicle-chants]

A Sudden Change in Gravity (2351 words) by impossible_moons Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cats - Andrew Lloyd Webber Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Algernonny doesn't dance, for fairly obvious reasons. Somehow, Alonzo always seems to have a workaround.

Getting in just under the buzzer, it's my day 1 fic for @bombawife's OC week!! Algie/Alonzo are my loves forever and ever, and I'm very excited to share this with y'all.

#my writing #cate's cats ocs #alonzo cats #cats the musical #cats musical #cats the musical oc #cats the musical fanfiction #cats oc week #did i write this nearly 2.4k fic all today? yes #will i be doing that for the other days? hell no #i'm starting off strong and also ending off strong #(jk i will probably be participating in the other days but the boys are extra special to me so they get actual writing) #also i highly recommend listening to my writing music while you read it. it just sets the right mood #earnest but not too serious #also fun fact this is the first ever work in the 'alonzo & cassandra' tag on ao3. i'm really breaking new ground here

[cryptidvoidwritings]

*hurls into the void*

Altugger Week Day 3

Annoying but Adorable, 450 words, SFW

“What do you want for lunch?”

Alonzo didn’t lift his head from his book. “Italian?”

“Too heavy for a day like today.”

“Pub?”

“We go there all the time.”

“Because you like it.”

“Not today. Menu doesn’t change.”

“How about that fusion place?”

Tugger pulled a face. “We had the worst dumplings last time.”

“There are other menu options.”

“You want to risk it?”

“Fair. Hmmmm seafood?”

“We had that two nights ago.”

“So?”

“We had the leftovers last night.”

Alonzo sighed heavily. He marked his place and looked up, propping his cheek in his palm. “How about McDonald’s, then?”

Tugger recoiled in horror. “Alonzo! Seriously, what are you saying?” He climbed into Alonzo’s lap and pressed his paws to their foreheads. “You don’t feel warm.”

“I’m not sick!”

“You must be if you’re suggesting lowering your standards to that,” Tugger exclaimed. His tail swayed like a metronome. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you soup?”

Alonzo rolled his eyes. “Bast preserve me from your fickle nonsense.”

“What?”

Alonzo grabbed Tugger’s collar ring and pulled him down, until their lips barely brushed. “If you want to cook, just say so.”

Tugger flushed and looked away. “You just. Didn’t seem all that impressed last time.”

“Huh?” Alonzo blinked.

“Never mind,” Tugger mumbled quickly. “We can go to the pub.”

Alonzo tightened his hold on Tugger’s collar before he could try to move. Tugger stayed put, carefully not making eye contact.

“Tugger. When was I not impressed?”

Tugger winced. “When we had mac and cheese and greens the other night.”

“You made that? That was a homemade three cheese bechamel!”

“Wasn’t a big deal,” Tugger said, pouting.

“Obviously it was. Why not tell me?”

“I didn’t— nobody really thinks I know how to. I mean, nobody thinks I know how to live on my own, let alone cook. Last time I expressed interest I got laughed all the way into culinary classes.”

Alonzo lifted himself up and nuzzled his nose into Tugger’s cheek. He purred softly, working his way along Tugger’s face until their lips met. They kissed for several long moments until Alonzo finally released the collar ring.

“Mac and cheese isn’t my favorite food and yours was delicious enough that I had seconds.”

Tugger smiled sheepishly. His ears perked and his purring kicked into a pleased hum. His tail lifted behind him. “You really liked it?”

“Please trust that I would not have had seconds if I didn’t.” Alonzo shoved Tugger gently off his lap. “Go impress me with lunch, you terrible annoyance.”

Tugger leaned down and stole another kiss before scuttling off to the kitchen. Alonzo watched him go, smiling fondly.

Adorable sod.

#rum tum tugger #alonzo (cats) #alonzoxtugger #altugger #altugger week #altuggerweek #this is very silly fic #cats the musical fanfiction #cats the musical fanfic

[munkustance]

Next chapter is out! Enjoy!

#characters in order: #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #munkustrap #etcetera cats #electra cats #george cats #rumpelteazer #jemima cats #victoria cats #mungojerrie #demeter cats #cats the musical #cats the musical fanfiction #my writing #my post

[carbuckety]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cats - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats - T. S. Eliot, Cats (1998) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alonzo/Bombalurina (Cats), Alonzo & Electra (Cats), Alonzo/Munkustrap (Cats), also! some bomba/deme if you squint Characters: Alonzo (Cats), Electra (Cats), Bombalurina (Cats), Munkustrap (Cats), the junkyard ensemble Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Beaches Series: Part 2 of paraklausithyron Summary:

Alonzo is tasked with raising Electra after his ex-fling, Bombalurina, mysteriously drops her off. What ensues is a lot of confusion as he tries to untangle the secrets of parenting a kitten, visits from a gray tabby who claims to have his best interest, and perhaps the chance to find a family at last.

#I WRITE FANFICTION I HOPE YOU DIDNT FORGET IT BABEY #cats the musical #alonzostrap #thats the most predominant ship in here but its mostly gen #alonzo cats the musical #electra cats the musical #bombalurina #munkustrap #ANYWAY FANFIC PROMO THIS TOOK A YEAR AND A HALF SO #my writing owo

[queen-mischief-fanfiction]

Cats 2023 review

Hello to all my followers I am alive and doing well, and yes you read that title correctly this is my review of Cats the musical 2023 showing at the Twelfth night theatre, a show that I have seen the night of my writing this but when you read it it will be the next day. Now one thing I should point out during this review that I will acknowledge now is that this was a low budget theatre with a low budget production, now does that mean this is bad? No, does this ruin the enjoyment of the show? No, do the characters and costumes suffer from the low budget quality? I have certain thoughts and feelings.

Anyway just to let you now that I don’t have many photos of the night, I did grab a program but my memory can be horrid and these costumes got me kinda confused, why? Well my first point is that they added new characters but also still had others playing multiple people, I don’t know why they did this perhaps certain characters were alike so they just smushed them together these were mostly the kittens Electra and Etcetera (one person), Carbucketty and Admetus (one person), Macavity and Alonzo (one person), but they also for some reason had two Jemimas and a Sillabub, these just made no sense to me but now here’s a list of new characters in this production.

Kalho

Phantomia

Athena

Mackidacla

Duchess

Whiskatastophic

Kalliope

Mela

Hestia (I know who would love this one)

Cupidus

Scramblyspots

Now what’s more interesting is that these names belonged to both younger and older sets of cats.

Another thing that was different in this production certain male characters were played by females, some of these were kittens but most notably Coricopat and Mungojerrie were both played by women, now I can’t say for certain for Coricopat but for Mungojerrie she did have a deeper voice but it was most definitely a female so now in this production both sets of twins were identical sisters, and yes I do says sisters as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer acted more like sisters than lovers.

The costumes were very interesting, each were still very different and unique to each person, some cats had yarn tails wrapped around their waist and others had tails connected directly to their costumes. I also noted on some of the cats had different patches of fur on them, overall it made for some very creative costumes and yes Tugger’s costume was a little less grand but his personality made up for it.

Overall this production was smaller but it had the same amount of fun, hilarious and all the round adorable moments you can find in any production of Cats.

Cats moments that I found hilarious:

The two cats who were the most vocal during Tugger’s song were Jennyanydots, and the cat who screamed during the end was Skimbleshanks.

The ‘mating dance’ was a lot shorter and more of a little dance and then a rest, Victoria did the dance with Quaxo but after the intermission Victoria was seen very close to Viktor.

At the end during the finale Tugger and Munk were dancing like brothers before Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie did the running man infront and around them annoying Munk but Tugger joined in and then before they left offstage Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie successfully did the worm offstage it was amazing.

They used Gus’s song to Segway to the Peke’s and the Pollicles’ and both Munk and Gus were in control until Gus went offstage to get into his rumpus cat costume. Also Micheal Grover Munk would be so proud that everyone did the show perfectly.

When making the train for Skimbleshanks Tugger grabs a spotlight and becomes the lights, while Bustopher Jones puts a black tube over Quaxo who makes the smoke appear, this moment did earn a few laughs and was very fun to watch everyone shake before the train breaks apart.

Quaxo and Admetus initially were back up for Tugger until Quaxo grew bored and told everyone Tugger was a bore. Tugger then held Bombalurina very closely and leaned over her very sensually before saying no and dropping her with the kittens.

These were my thoughts and feelings about the Cats production. Let me know if I should make a part two where I talk about specific characters.

Tags: @whitmerule , @uppastthejelliclemoon , @strawberry-paint , @rainbowratsstuff

#queen-mischief-fanfiction #cats musical

[greenelectricsky]

So, OK, what I made in 2023. Well... I'm really surprised how that year ended. In January I completely didn't think I'll be back to writing and I'll start publishing my works. Moreover, I was preparing a totally different costume! So, hell, what a year. Here we go!

First thing: costume of Cysiek and TuśTuś!

I still think, it came really good as a last minute thing!!! Especially the wig, because I didn't just glued hair but I made it in a totally different way, because I wanted it to last and last for the next few years!

Second thing - Cats scenes! It was a moment, an inspiration and I started writing them... It was supposed to be just an experiment, a little thing, and I thought it will end as fast as it started. But no. They keep coming, one easier than the other, one funnier than the other and... Well, now it's a part of my life! And I like them, even if some people would be extremely happy if I would never write anything again!

Third thing - fanfictions! Oh boy, that's a story!

I wrote, published, translated and published those:

Those are from the Star Wars universe, most of them I wrote loooooooooooong time ago at a paper and I have no intention to translate them, for now at least.

So yes writing them down on paper was work from other times, but writing, rewriting and polishing them on the computer and publishing them is 2023 work!

That last series (Scenki rodzajowe) is "work in progress" because more of them are on my computer, but need a lot of work before publishing... So still, 2023...

And six next wait for digitalisation! Those I don't count as 2023's achievements.

Some next are brewing in that head of mine, but are waiting to write them down! So 2024 will be really interesting... I don't know if my hands can deal with that!

But, more about Cats and 2023!

Those four I wrote and published, two of them waiting for a translation:

And I have those four beauties!

You see how fat some of them are (I'm writing on both sides of every sheet, so one of them is more than 120 pages)???? And all that was written in 2023, waiting for digitalisation! I have zero idea how to translate them... Just... I'm afraid it's too much but I really, really, really want them in English, so there is no other way than to do that at some point... Well, it's the future!

And of course I have more plans. Two as a Labyrinth/Cats crossovers (one Tuggoffelees and one Skimblestrap), big work with the complete story of my OCs, Mac's redemption ark; one more serious work about Tugger adopting a little Misto after loosing his brother Mac and coping with that - those are solid ideas, with notes and of course more less concrete things, more a ideas without any context.

And, what do you think? It's a lot? Not at all? For me it's an incredibly big thing and I'm proud of myself!

Also, from other things - I'm planning to change my job. I still love working with animals, really, but well... I was burned out by working with clients :( It's just... It's really nice helping others, giving them ways to be a good pet leader but in that moment I'm more resigned than hopeful. Also, I have enough of my bosses and environment in which I work. I want to start working with costumes and/or stage props, because it's more to my liking. I have no idea how to realise those plans, but I'm hopeful.

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Welcome!

Thank you for visiting my pile of drabbles, questionable fanarts and weird headcanons. For your convenience and my absolute inconvenience, I prepared a list of links for what you can find here that I will attempt to keep updated. Let’s see how that goes... 

(M) stands for mature content, please be wary of that. 

I am always grateful for comments, tiny messages in reblogs and asks. I also take asks and prompts! Talk to me, I don’t bite.

Stranger Things

General fanfiction: Love Is / Unlikely But Welcome (with Steddie at the end) / Alone on Christmas / The Least We Could Do  Headcanons: Dustin and Steve Summer 1985 / Murray on Steve / Eleven and One / Eleven and Henry / Dustin’s rebellion / Bob and Eddie / Eddie’s self-sabotage / Eddie’s dealing / Vecna’s victims  Steddie drabbles and fanfiction: The Freak With the Plan / Sticky notes / Safe and Sound / Take It Back / On compliments / Not a liar / On expectations / Like You Like Me (Steddie Halloween) / Sing for me Baby / Give and Take / Guilty Pleasure / Doesn't It Make You Mad? / Music To My Ears / Steve's road to bisexuality / Only Ours / Home Sweet Home / On Hair / Heaven Can Wait / Banished (1) (2) (3) / Lonely Times / Everything Has Its Price / Two For One / Second Time’s The Charm / Everyone’s A Critic / Talk Dirty To Me / No / My Kind of Perfect / Steve as CC mascot / Steddie vacation / Play It Out (1) / Not a Single Thing / Rips in Eddie’s jeans / No Such Thing As Stupid Question / Not Getting Married / Corroded Coffin costumes / The interview /  Steddie series Piece by Piece: Halfway Happy / Healing Touch (M) Steddie headcanons: 1st wedding song / On outward personalities (with @thefreakandthehair) / On garden gnomes (with @corrodedcoughin) / On Steve and Eddie's lawn (with @corrodedcoughin) / Steve painting Eddie's nails / Love Languages / Vouchers / Wrong item / Flour fights / Kiss in rain /  Trauma drabbles and fanfics: On Grief / Of Ghosts and the Living / A Deal With God / When Steve dies (with @stevesbipanic) / Unforgiven / Tapes (addition to @stevesbipanic) / With The Last Rays of Setting Sun (addition to @strawberryspence) / Murderer (with @stevesbipanic) / No body / Reputation / The only choice / Suffer in silence / The last time loop / If you die, I die / Nancy’s time loop Alternate Universe (AU): Corpse Groom / Superhero (1) / Seasons / College newspaper / Fake demon summoning / Stranger Brigade / Haunted / What We Do In The Shadows / Batman Steve / Into The Woods (1) / Batman and Catman (with @stevesbipanic) / Scoops Eddie / Made In Your Image (mythology AU, 1) / YouTuber AU / Pirates of the Caribbean AU / Nightmare Before Christmas AU (1) / X-Files / Glasses model Steve / Actor AU Crack: Wine and Dine / How to draw away demobats / Why Eddie wasn't in season 1 / Flesh Wound and Not Ideal / Fruity Four on phone / Steddie never fight / When Eddie shuts up / Guess what / Interested in me? / Cleaning / Sugar / The Adventures of Kas/Eddie and Vecna / Fuck / He’s dead / Cleaning 2 / Proposal / Counting sheep  Spooky Steddie Writober: Bewitching Garden / Cursed Carnival Fanart: Not Ideal / Seasons AU / Steddie Halloween / Mythology AU / Cursed Spicy Six baubles / Nightmare Before Christmas AU / Eddie as a witch / Steve watercolor markers attempt  Strangetember (my pre-Inktober) Stranger Things inspired makeup: Upside-Down Eddie / Steve Harrington Writing prompts: The dumbest thing / Teach me? / Could they have loved me Steddie/ST song recs: Hell On Earth / Hallowed Be Thy Name / All of Me  Fruity Four Advent Calendar

Steddie 2023 playlist challenge here! 

Cats the Musical

Original characters: Sofia (Smudge) Tuggoffelees fanfiction: Never Enough / On Hair and Uneven Distribution of Work A Night to Remember (circus AU): Prologue / The Gifts / The Magician and the Dancer / One of Us / A Late Visit / Persuasion / The Company Fanart: Jemima / Mistoffelees tarot card / Misto ink  Cats-inspired makeup: Misto / Misto 2 / Bombalurina / Demeter

Good Omens

Ineffable husbands fanfiction: On Ducks and Things That Shouldn't Be

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