#cats fic

[nitadraws]

Tis pride! Let's enjoy it with a simple comic of my friend's @cillyscribbles demelurina fic! Everyone should go read it, like now, it's great and amazing (and my Christmas gift)

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[herooffire101]

Todays the second day of Tuggerlurina Week, Birthday! I had a more difficult time writing this, and yes, they are prewritten because of my classes for a certification and my work schedule. I have been working on them for about since Tuggerlurina week was annouced. @jelliclekay i hope that my work paid off! Here we go, enjoy!

Fuck it, let me occupy you instead of distracting you.

Bomba questioned again why she was asked to do this. “Bomba, you are the best at distracting Tugger while we set up his birthday bash.” Demeter had asked her, and Bomba tried her best to clarify why she wasn’t the right cat for this.

“Demeter, sweetie, me and Tugger can’t keep secrets from each other. He will figure out that I have to distract him. Honestly, I’m going to keep him occupied instead of distracting him” Bomba had explained, but Demeter was insistent, which is unique for her, but Bomba shrugged it off, because she was basically rushed out of the den they were setting up for his birthday bash. What kind of distraction did Bomba have in mind? One that Demeter will have to deal with when she comes running to find them. When Bomba finally got to his ‘technical’ den when in fact he lives in her official den with Jemima, but the kittens didn’t know that (except for Mistoffelees, Victoria, Jemima, and Plato), she just sauntered in and sat herself right in front of him grooming his glorious mane. “Demeter overestimates me.”

“With what?” Tugger purred, looking directly into her eyes, giving her that look that made her shiver with anticipation.

“My ability to distract you.” Bomba just directly laid it out to him.

Tugger just gave her a look. “Our friends are trying to celebrate my birthday. And they sent you to ‘distract’ me.”

“Yup.”

“The queen who is my mate and mother to our kitten.”

“Exactly.”

“They really think that I, the Rum Tum Tugger, would just crash my birthday party that I completely know about, just because of my song.” He rubbed his tail alongside Bomba’s flank, making her shiver.

“Yes.” Completely deadpan, “Why can’t they just let me celebrate you by myself and Jemima?”

“While I enjoy a good party,” Tugger started, slinking up to Bomba’s side, his mane barely touching her.

“You crashed the ball.” She reminded him, her purr sultry at the remembrance of the previous ball.

“I do quite prefer to have a quiet night in.”

“Tugger, you jump in our human’s lap to cause a horrible muddle.”

“She needs to not be knitting as much.”

“You knock her yarn ball away from her and cause a terrible game of keep a way with her.” Her eyes narrowed at him, sultry and accusing at the same time.

“Ah.” He put a finger on her lips, hushing her, and grazed her face with the side of his paw. “I am artful and knowing. You have a different thought of distracting me. Care to share, love?”

Bomba looked at him, glazing into his eyes. “I can keep you occupied.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He agreed, slowly giving in to her desire, kissing her slowly and deeply. “Want to see how far we can get?”

“Gladly.” Bomba said, giving him a razor smile, hungrily kissing him, ending up on the bed of pillows and blankets he had strewn about.

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Demeter sat outside of the den, blushing. “You know, this isn’t what I meant for you to distract him!”

“I said I was going to occupy him, not distract him!” Bomba hissed, coming out of the den after grooming herself back up to perfection, Tugger following with a cheeky smile. “Besides Munk, I know him the best, inside and out!”

“In more ways than one.” Tugger whispered, making Bomba whip her tail right in his face. He cackled, making Demeter groan and Bomba rolled her eyes.

‘This is what happens when you send mates to distract mates, especially true mates. You can’t keep shit from another, so you have to figure out how to work with it. For us, just accepting that I can’t distract for shit with Tugger, it came down to having an enjoyable time.’ Bomba thought as Demeter led to the den that they were using for his birthday bash. As they entered, Bomba watched as Tugger hid his knowledge of this party and, with the skill of a trained actor, showed surprise. ‘I guess that’s what you get when you are the heir of the Theater Cat.’

~~

Once I had a solid idea form, I wrote it.

[rainbowratsstuff]

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Next chapter of Aloof is out now! I'm so sorry this took so long

Tugger and Misto go on a not date

[vague-and-aloof]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31228268/chapters/77186795

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HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY CATS AND FELLOW JELLICLE CATS!!!

I bring forth the first chapter in my Jellicle Arts Series! I hope you’ll enjoy it and have a wonderful day! I certainly am over here! 😸

@uppastthejelliclemoon @soh-da-meatball @whitmerule @demandra @rainbowratsstuff @rainbow-donkey @tigerstripes-and-leopardspots @tigertail94 @roxycake @roselessart @storyweaverofgondor @i-overanalyze-musicals

[jupiter-aint-stupider]

Maybe Deuteronomy watching Gus perform? It could be when they were younger, or him watching old Gus perform and missing the better days

Here we go!

The music softened up as an old, raggedy tomcat was led onto the stage by his daughter. The frail tom looking around confusedly, flicking his ears at the queen walking beside him for guidance.

Old Deuteronomy approached him, setting a paw on his shoulder and gesturing towards the clearing, as if to say ‘Go on’.

Gus just shook his head and turned to go to the sidelines, but Old Deuteronomy gently pulled him back, setting a paw on his cheek. The exchange ended with someone getting a garbage bin and setting it in the clearing and Gus shakily sitting on it.

JellyLorum stood beside him, gesturing for him to sing. However, the elderly Tom turned away and looked at the cats around them curiously, his paw shaking from Palsy. With a sad sigh, Jelly began singing for him. Telling tales of how he used to preform and how they never called him ‘Asparagus’.

MunkuStrap, CoricoPat, and Tantomile watched on. The silver Tom had a sad but loving smile on his face, and the two mystic twins were ever in sync as they watched with tilted heads. Asparagus Jr and Tugger were not even there, for Asp could not bear to see his father in such a state and Tugger was right behind him.

After Jelly sung a bit of his song, Gus’ face lit up with recognition and the queen stopped as his raggedy voice sung out. He wasn’t singing it per say, but reciting it. The old tom’s lungs were not in such health to sing anymore.

“A-and I once played the Rumpus Cat! Could do it again!” Gus smiled for the first time in a long time, seemingly reminiscing about his past performances.

“So do it again!” Old Deuteronomy called out proudly, he wanted Gus to be happy and live his theatrical past again.

With that boost of confidence, Gus jumped into a performance of The Pekes and The Pollicles. It wasn’t as professional as it once was, and Gus stumbled on a line or two (which MunkuStrap was happy to help with, despite the old cat waving him off as if he didn’t need assistance), but it was spectacular. Gus’ eyes sparkled with energy that he hadn’t had in years.

JellyLorum presented him with a bouquet, and he bowed to the tribe. They clapped and cheered, all happy that Old Gus was finally proud again.

When his song died down, and SkimbleShanks’ began, Jelly led Gus out of the main area and into a quiet clearing so he didn’t have to hear so much racket. Old Deuteronomy followed them and sent Jelly to enjoy Skimble’s song.

Turning to his mate, Deut smiled, “You were spectacular.”

Gus ducked his head bashfully, “I fumbled around...it wasn’t that special.”

“Oh, but it was! It was maybe your most amazing performance yet!” Deuteronomy took him by the paw and gently twirled him around, having flashbacks to when they were younger and dancing sunnily with old friends.

“I suppose it was rather magical.” Gus chuckled weakly, old glazed over eyes still having some remains of those inspirational sparkles.

“Will you be joining the rest of the festivities?” Deuteronomy asked.

“Nah,” Gus waved his hand in dismissal, “I’ll let the youngsters have their fun without an old cat like me taking up space. I’ll be there when you choose, though.” He smiled a tad.

“Then, I shall see you then, my love.” Deut smiled sweetly, bowing in a goodbye while Gus laughed at his eccentrics.

On his way back to the cheery clearing, Gus could not help but hope that the Everlasting Cat let Gus have his peace.

[was-there-ever]

Chapter 6 is up and ready to be read!! 😍

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[jellicle-beans]

i was inspired by @whitmerule‘s angst prompt for @uppastthejelliclemoon and accidentally dropped all of this in a discord chat but here it is bc i’m inordinately proud of it despite it being a hot mess grammatically (it’s rly more of a uhhh headcanon outline than anything, this is not how i’d actually flesh out a scene)

CW: major character death (mentioned in prompt), mentions of violence, poor coping mechanisms, etc

prompt as i interpreted it: victeazer, jerrie is jealous that teazer never spends any time w him anymore, they fight, don't make up, macavity captures teazer before they can, one of them dies in the rescue attempt, their tribute the next ball is misto doing their song with "they WERE a notorious couple of cats" and sock puppets

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if teazer died, jerrie would be so angry. he would be furious. jealousy would be both forgotten and reinvigorated; he's no longer jealous in the old way, but he's very bitter about the cat he perceives as having taken his twin from him: victoria. she was the reason teazer spent less time with him. she was the reason he couldn't protect teazer when mac snatched her. v was the reason all of this happened in the first place, and you can bet jerrie is a hothead and said that straight to vika's face. normally he wouldn't physically threaten harm on anyone, let alone a young queen, but that night munk had to forcibly remove him from first vika's den and then the junkyard. 

m told him that if he couldn't calm the fuck down, he would no longer be a jellicle, and jerrie goes silent at that and slinks away. he doesn't show up back at the junkyard or his and teazer's old den for months, and even skimble, who's usually in the know about m&r, hasn't heard a thing himself or from others on the rail line. munk starts to wonder if he was too harsh, and some of the others remind him that jerrie was literally threatening to kill vika for killing the most important cat in his life, and munk is trapped in was i or wasn't i too harsh.

 jerrie does eventually come back, he has to, but he's so different when he appears again. he's nothing like he used to be (impulsive prankster w a good heart and sense of humor). now, he shows up at an hour where no one is around (he knows, of course he does. he's lived there for ages, and he knows how to scope out a place besides) and reinserts himself into junkyard life as smoothly as he left it, but he doesn't ever talk to anyone, and the psychic twins report that when they try to sense what's happening, it's like he's forcibly put up a smooth wall for them to see and makes direct eye contact w them no matter where they're hidden until they leave and then he goes on his silent way

and he puts on a smile for the kittens who don't know what exactly happened, but it's weeks before vika even knows he's back because he's watched her routines for months and knows when and where she'll be every day, and avoids her. he spends a lot of time shadowing skimble, though, and skimble leaves him to it. one evening, jerrie leaves a single pearl ring in front of her den that he knows teazer was eyeing to grab to formally present as a mating gift to vika, along with one of the small, tattered excuses for bracelets that teazer used to wear all the time and jerrie took off her body to carry with him for his exile. he has no need for two.

he leaves the door to their den unlocked and goes to munk's den. munk knows he's been back, but he couldn't know of jerrie's plans for the future. he doesn't say anything when munk opens the door, except "i don't know if i'll be back. thank you for everything, munkustrap." 

and munk understands he can't stop jerrie. 

 "safe travels, mungojerrie." 

 jerrie bows slightly and turns to leave.

he's been planning this for months. his first stop? teazer's memorial. he'll need her spirit with him if he's to take down every single member of macavity's crew, starting with the motherfucker himself.

he doesn’t stick around for the next ball tho lmao but munk cries when misto does his tribute

[bookwyrrm]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24134185/chapters/58107775

Do you like fairy tales? Does the idea of a masquerade make you go apeshit? Are you gay??

If you answered yes to any of the above, then you should check out my fanned fiction! It’s a victeazer Little Red AU and I’m pretty excited about it.