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cryptidvoidwritings · 3 years

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10. July | hurt/comfort

*nudges part two (2) into the void because ho boi did this one get away from me and also I can't leave things unfinished and there's totally a part three (3) heeeeeeeeeeelp*

(PS: Descriptions of cats fighting below. Not, like, super gory but probably not pleasant, either.)

(PPS: Part one here should you wish to read it)

The silver tabby looked uncertain. “If you’re sure... I don’t like you being on your own, either. Macavity knows your scent. I’ll take your patrol. Stay until he’s ready to come back.”

Alonzo blinked. “You think he’ll let me?”

“I think he’ll be more interested than you imagine,” Munkustrap smiled crookedly. For just that instant he looked almost exactly like the Rum Tum Tugger. “Thank you, ‘Lonz.”

Alonzo nodded and bounded out of the yard so he didn’t have time to think himself out of his decision. He caught Tugger’s scent just outside the gate. He kept low to the ground and stayed in the shadows as he followed it. The city streets were different than he remembered now that he had a clan and territory to come home to, but there was a reason he kept to the junkyard as much as possible.

Thankfully, he caught sight of the large cat in only a few minutes.

“Tugger!”

The Maine Coon paused, looking over his shoulder. A series of quick expressions flitted over his face; surprise, mild amusement... pleased? He waved his tail in greeting and Alonzo picked up the pace to close the distance.

“Well, well,” Tugger chuckled languidly. He examined his claws. “So Straps found someone to babysit me after all. He couldn’t bribe Skimble enough, eh?”

“I volunteered,” Alonzo said.

“I’m surprised he let you. Shouldn’t you be getting off to nap?”

“What?”

“You were on watch when I left,” Tugger said around a huge yawn. He started to groom his ears. “Shouldn’t you be napping before patrol?”

“He’s taking my pat-” Alonzo started. Paused. Tilted his head in consideration. Tugger often claimed to eschew doing work, so for him to have an idea of how Munkustrap ran the junkyard was unexpected- pleasantly so. “You have the patrols memorized?”

“I know how Straps likes to organize,” Tugger shrugged. “Particularly when he’s being paranoid. Anyway, I’ve got places to be. Keep up if you’re coming.”

The Maine Coon took off; his stride was so long that Alonzo had to trot to catch up. He walked in silence with Tugger down the remainder of the block, down the next one over, around the corner to the left, up another block, and around another corner. This side street was quiet, but there was something about the low garden walls of chipped brick and rusting iron gates that Alonzo didn’t like. The houses here were separated by narrow alleys leading to backyards and the shadows between them made Alonzo anxious.

Munkustrap is rubbing off on me. “You live here?”

“Primarily. No need to look so put out.”

“I’m not. I’m just getting familiarized,” Alonzo said absently. His eyes swept back and forth. Something was making his fur stand on end but he couldn’t say what. “Are you not looking me in the eye on purpose?”

The larger cat hesitated mid-step so abruptly that he nearly tripped. “Huh?”

Alonzo indulged the satisfaction of catching the Rum Tum Tugger on the back foot for once. “You’ve done a lot to make sure you haven’t had to look me in the eye since I caught up with you. It’s kinda rude. Just wondering if it’s on purpose.”

“What if it is?” Tugger asked. He turned down the alley at the end of the street. “I’m through here.”

“Are you sulking? Or is my face too ugly? It’s unfortunate that we can’t all look like you but-”

“Do you think his face is pretty?”

Alonzo stopped in his tracks, ears pinned back. The voice echoed. He immediately cataloged: gravelly voice, unfamiliar. A whiff of scorched earth and ash reached Alonzo. Macavity.

“I think it’s a bit bland, myself. Very conventional.”

The shadows grew dense behind them, becoming like another wall. Trapping them in the narrow alley.

“You have terrible taste, Macavity,” Tugger said, almost pleasantly.

Macavity oozed into the light, his red coat like blood spilling from the shadows. His head swayed as he surveyed the Maine Coon with an unblinking gaze (Alonzo remembered bright yellow from the night of the ball; now he saw a strip of blue- so much like Munkustrap’s coloring- surrounding Macavity’s pupils).

The ginger cat clicked his tongue sardonically. “I’d heard that Munkustrap was keeping everyone at home but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to find you out and about. He always did like you best.”

Tugger shrugged broadly. “I’m special like that.”

“And bringing friends into your trouble, too.” Macavity hummed, unblinking gaze moving to Alonzo. He breathed deeply, mouth opening to taste the air. Thin lips turned up into a deceptively lazy smile of recognition. “Ah. Yes. The second.”

Tugger’s 20-pound body moved smoothly between them- a barrier of vibrating muscle between Alonzo and Macavity- dragging the ginger cat’s attention back to himself. “What did you need, Mac?”

“Am I not allowed to see my family?”

Family? Alonzo blinked.

Tugger growled low in his throat; a long, primal sound that was sound so far out of the realm of his usual easy-going demeanor that it took Alonzo a second to realize it was him at all.

“I don’t see any family here,” he spat.

His rage shivered over Alonzo’s back. Alonzo thought he knew what the Rum Tum Tugger was like when angry because of what he’d seen during the ball. That anger of that night held not a candle to this. Macavity’s apathy in the face of it was almost impressive.

“Oh. Oh dear. Is my baby brother trying to impress the little cow?” Macavity asked, yawning.

Alonzo frowned. Baby broth- wait, what?

Tugger held himself stiffly, turning further away from Alonzo. “He’d be a poor guardian if this was all it took.”

“Now, now. Let’s not play stupid. You might not have been blessed with as many brains as father might have wished but I know that you are aware of my meaning. And you should remember that I don’t appreciate purposeful obtuseness.”

“You been studying to win Scrabble again?”

Macavity narrowed his eyes. Alonzo eyed the back of Tugger’s head warily. It couldn’t be a good idea to goad the ginger cat. He darted a glance at the shadows behind them; no other cats or rats. They might stand a chance if it really was just the three of them. He turned back just as Macavity swayed another step forward. Their eyes locked and too late Alonzo realized his mistake. Everything went fuzzy at the edges of his vision. The air felt thick. He wanted to stand at Tugger’s side. He told his body to do it, but his limbs didn’t respond.

It felt different than when he’d been frozen at the ball, though.

“Just us, now, Rums,” Macavity purred, moving his unblinking gaze to Tugger.

Tugger hissed at him. The ginger cat snapped his tail angrily- the first sign of any real emotion.

“You used to have manners, pretty kitty. I’ll teach you again.”

As if they’d practiced, the two cats leaped at each other simultaneously. Macavity aimed for the Maine Coon’s belly. Tugger brought his claws down on the Hidden Paw’s back. Quick as a flash Macavity turned to bite at the joint of Tugger’s arm and his claws raked down Tugger’s right side. Tugger swiped at the ginger cat’s cheek and tore it open. Their blood mingled in droplets on the alley pavers.

Alonzo tried to run forward. In the time it might have taken him to join the fray he made it two steps. It felt like running through molasses. He growled in frustration. Macavity’s paws lit with sparks like embers in a dying fire. Concentrating on attempting to land another blow, Tugger didn’t notice them.

“Tug... ger!” Alonzo tried. Too late.

Macavity wrapped his paws around Tugger’s neck and the smell of burning fur permeated the space. Tugger howled. Grinning maniacally, Macavity snap-kicked Tugger’s out legs from under him. Tugger fell. His head bounced on the concrete. Alonzo winced and stumbled an instinctive step forward as he tried to get to Tugger’s side. It felt like he was moving through water.

Not for the first time Alonzo wished he knew more about how magic worked.

Macavity’s back was still to Alonzo as he jumped onto Tugger’s chest and punctured it with his claws, so he didn’t notice Alonzo forcing himself closer. Tugger did. He punched Macavity in the temple. The ginger cat yelped and had to jam a paw to the ground to keep his balance. Tugger struck at his elbow and rolled Macavity under him as he fell. He clamped his jaws around all of the ginger cat’s neck he could reach.

Macavity laughed, a guttural sound. “You always did think you could play with the bigger boys.”

Tugger ignored him in favor of grinding his teeth into Macavity’s flesh. Macavity got an arm free and stabbed his long, jagged claws into the wounds he’d made in the Maine Coon’s side. The air shifted, growing heavy. Tugger’s body seized into a long line, tensed so tight Alonzo feared he would snap.

“Tugger!” Alonzo cried. Normal voice.

Macavity threw Tugger aside; he rolled until the wall of the house stopped his momentum and he crumpled with a soft whine. His body jerked as he gulped in shuddering breaths, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Macavity sauntered towards Tugger, head swaying. His paws cracked with flames.

Get up! Getupgetupgetup! Alonzo thought furiously.

As though he could hear, Tugger slowly got onto his knees and tried to stand. His right arm was nearly useless; his shoulder fur had been seared off and the skin bubbled where it had been burnt. Blood dripped from his side. He dug the claws of his left paw into the worn wooden slats of the wall and pulled himself unsteadily to his feet.

“Oh, do sit back down,” Macavity sighed, “You’re getting tiresome.”

Tugger grinned tremulously. “S’my specialty.”

Alonzo leaped onto Macavity’s back.

The ginger cat howled in pain. “How- ”

Alonzo slashed and bit at every millimeter of Macavity he could reach. His teeth tore through an ear. His claws caught the edge of the cheek wound and opened it further. Macavity’s blood splashed over his cheek as the ginger cat bucked. Alonzo held firm. Macavity’s fire flared and licked at his paws. Alonzo growled through the pain, hooking his front claws into the ginger cat’s neck and thrashing as hard as he could with his back feet.

“You dog,” Macavity snarled.

The air, smelling of blood and smoldering flesh, grew hotter and heavier around them. Magic again. Alonzo allowed a moment to hope that Tugger hadn’t been wrong about Macavity’s magic working better at night. He didn’t know what they were going to do if he had been.

“‘Lonz! Tug!”

Quaxo.

Relief washed through him, though Alonzo didn’t dare look to see where his brother was.

“Release, ‘Lonz!”

Alonzo vaulted from Macavity’s back. He tumbled to the other end of the alley, pain screaming up his arms as he pushed back to his feet. His paw pads flaked off burnt skin. Only after the lightning shot past him did Alonzo’s brain acknowledge Tugger had issued the familiar command. Petrichor covered the sharp scent of Macavity’s fire. Macavity scrambled back just before another flare struck the ground. It blinded Alonzo briefly.

When he could see again, Macavity was gone.

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skulledstars · 4 years

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oh heavens, is that ALONZO FIGUEROA from SYCAMORE WAY i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -RESTLESS & -TACITURN. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool ARCHITECT and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +ALLOCENTRIC & +GREGARIOUS. i hope i see them around again!

PINTEREST • PLAYLIST • STATISTICS

hello, y’all ! i’m frankie, am 24 years old and my pronouns are she/her, coming to you live from the cst —— & it’s been nearly seven months since i last rped tbh, so please bear with me. i honestly don’t know what else to say but if you could give this post a like & i’ll come with desserts into your dm’s so that we can plot or something ? if anyone prefers D!$C0RD, feel free to add me: FRANKIE ♡#7928 —— but it’s up to y’all of course... ANYWAYS, MEET ALONZO.

trigger warnings: brief mention of a parental death due to cancer.

» 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ;

full name, alonzo ismael figueroa castillo.

meaning of name, ❛ noble, ready for battle. ❜

pronunciation, uh - lon - zoh.

aliases, lonz, lonny, lonzo, zo.

age, forty-four [ 44 ].

date of birth, december 10th, 1975.

place of birth, santiago, chile.

hometown, mapleview, north carolina.

zodiac sign, sagittarius.

race, hispanic ╱ latinx.

nationality, chilean & american.

gender & pronouns, cis man + he ╱ him.

profession, architect.

current location, mapleview, north carolina.

face claim, josé pedro balmaceda pascal.

» 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ;

parents, enrique ismael figueroa & esmeralda lucía castillo.

siblings, n ╱ a — only child.

martial status, divorced, single.

children, elena [ 11 ] & mateo [ 4 ].

pets, one dog & two cats, ( names, breeds, et cetera, tbd. )

» 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ;

alonzo was born in a south american country: chile. his parents & a 9-month old baby boy moved to the united states — and had grown fond of the small town by the name of 𝒎𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 & stayed ever since. mom and dad never had another child; it was the three of them against the world, or that’s what it felt like for the first couple of years. they did everything they could to raise him in a land with better opportunities.

growing up, he was a decent student with passing grades: mostly b’s, c’s and the occasional a’s ( which called for small victories with chilean desserts and a milkshake ). alonzo improved the more he attended tutoring sessions. they expected more from him... obviously. as one parent does. his strongest subject was mathematics. long story short, he tried his best with everything he did.

during his senior year, his parents noticed that since math was his strong suit so they suggested he should get into an architecture degree—this was one of the few times where he actually agreed with his parents. he applied to several universities and one of them was: usc school of architecture. let’s just say he couldn’t let this opportunity pass. so long, mapleview; hello california ! off he went.

several years had passed, alonzo graduated from USC with a bachelor’s degree in architectural design. after that, he spent some of his years away from his hometown, living in california, earning himself an internship with a top tier design studio. he never saw it coming. he’d worked too hard to be where he was and he wanted more; accomplish more than he sought out for.

of course, he’d visit his parents for some time in the holidays or surprising them with a visit— helping them with anything and everything they needed. he felt like he owed it to them.

alonzo met his future ex-wife while she was an intern. they got on very well— started off as friends until they eventually fell in love with each other. it was bliss and married only a year and a half after dating. they decided to move to mapleview after he found out his mom fell ill.

alonzo was a small town boy, then a big city guy... and back to a small town dude a little over a decade ago. however, the circumstances were that of his mother and his responsibility was to care for her, look after her. alonzo was eternally grateful that she supported him. no matter the amount of struggles they had, looking after his mom, it was always rough for him... all of them.

alonzo and pia eventually had a daughter, elena. not only was he a busy man but as soon as he became a father, he made every fiber of his being to be as hands-on & 100% present as possible. sure, there were obstacles along the way, but alonzo sure made the effort. thankfully, his parents and his mother was still alive to welcome their first grandchild into the world— still pushing through. unfortunately, some years later, she had lost her battle with cancer.

alonzo and pia’s marriage started to deteriorate and decided to divorce. they had found out she had fallen pregnant with their second child, a son by name of mateo. before he was born, they decided to stay together. shortly after his birth, they couldn’t stay together just for the kids. they amicably decided to split and co-parent their kids. he and his ex-wife remain friends to this day, four years after their divorce.

you may have spotted the name 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐀 in several architectural digest magazines ( including others ), as he is known to be a successful and renowned architect across the globe. has he received awards? damn well he has. over the years, he expanded his design firms with locations across the nation. despite living in a small town, he still works and occasionally travels for work. however, he also works from home and has a work-life balance. it wasn’t easy at first but he’s there and pleased.

» 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;

design firm partner [ 0 / 2 ] —— description to be added. might be a wc sent to the main. idk.

best friends [ 0 / 4 ] —— pretty self-explanatory. they can be their own grown up squad. age shouldn’t define them; they are often times up to no-good.

short-lived fling [ 0 / 1 ] —— description tba. can be plotted out.

will they, won't they [ 0 / 1 ] —— description tba. can be plotted out.

ride or die ??

polar opposite friends ??

cousin(s) ??? y’all, idk.

ANYTHING & EVERYTHING. COME TALK TO ME. i don’t bite :) pinky promise.

#mapleviewintro #death tw #cancer tw #parental death tw #¿¿ somehow this turned out to be longer than i intended ... ??#......... ALSO i may have sprained my finger because it’s swollen #.... hence the intro being delayed ....#*frankie’s slowly typing*

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 2 years

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breaking news: the protector who always looks like he's trying to explode someone with his brain has two baby brothers who use him as a bed, more at 11

#in a VERY soft lonzy mood #he loves his baby brothers so so much #cats the musical #alonzo #tumblebrutus #pouncival #my art #patched brothers #patched twins #ngl i'm happier with the tumble and lonz drawing than the pounce and lonz drawing #mainly bc i love how lonz looks in the tumble + lonz one #but i like them both <3 #lonz singing a lullaby to help his brother sleep is actually something that is so personal

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 4 years

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Can you do Alonzo for the ask game please? 🤗

Why I like them: s l i n k y b o i but also there’s so much potential for a backstory with Alonzo

Why I don’t: I don’t really have a reason to not love Alonzo!

Favorite episode (scene if movie): When he and Cassandra are standing in the background during “Grizabella the Glamour Cat”. It’s a really brief moment, but I’ve always loved it, just because they look so cool and aloof and suave.

Favorite season/movie: While I absolutely adore Jason as Alonzo, I do have to say that the 2016 revival is my favorite. Ahmad just adds something to Alonzo in the 2016 revival, and I just really love him. All of his interactions with the other Jellicles, and his moments during the Macavity fight are some of my favorites.

Favorite line: “Jellicle Cats are black and white!” he is MAXIMUM slink on that line and I love it.

Favorite outfit: Kilworth Alonzo has to be my favorite! Though traditional 1998 Alonzo is a close second, and surprisingly, 2019 Alonzo is one of my favorite looks as well!

OTP: Alonzo/Cassandra, it’s been my main pairing since day one, I love them so much. They’re a gorgeous couple, and I just imagine them being so aloof together in public, and then being total goofs in private and I’m just so soft.

Brotp: Alonzo and Munkustrap, Alonzo, Tumblebrutus, and Pouncival, Alonzo and Bombalurina, Alonzo, Tantomile, and Coricopat (he’s literally the best uncle to Tanto and Cori, and they absolutely adore him).

Head Canon: Alonzo is Tumblebrutus and Pouncival’s biological older brother, and he’s very protective of both of them. He’s wary of newcomers to the Junkyard, and doesn’t let his younger brothers be alone around them without making sure they’re safe to be around first. This goes for basically all the kittens of the Junkyard, because Alonzo is the unofficial big brother for all the kittens.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t see Alonzo as a stray, which I know is a headcanon that some have for him? I see him as more of an escaped housecat, and he came to the Junkyard with baby Tumblebrutus and Pouncival after their parents maybe abandoned them or something happened to them.

A wish: For Alonzo to have kittens of his own! I can absolutely see him being the best dad with Cassandra, and they’d be such good parents, and give their babies all the cuddles.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: For Alonzo to lose his family, whether to be abandoned again or to Macavity.

5 words to best describe them: Aloof, slinky, sly, unexpected, amused

My nickname for them: “Lonz” is really the only one I use!

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