#Mungotoria | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

its-called-a-hyperfixation-honey · 1 year

Note

(Do it)

>:D

well. well. well.

firstly i suggest you go thru the tag... my favourite tag in the whole entire universe on this hellsite: #mungotoria

then this!!!!!!!! this!!!!!! (you've maybe seen it before! but! this!)

now..... i can begin......... >:D

originally my entire idea of mungotoria came from this one moment in the jellicle ball where he helps her down from the tire and it was like a shit turned on in my brain! it was! just mungotoria!!!!!

anyway i take my characterisation of mungo from the 2014 london palladium production, where he's older and more mature. he's a more senior tom in the tribe than the rap tap tapper, who looks up to him and all that jazz. not so much the kitten or young adult he's portrayed as everywhere else.

anyway. anyway. anyway! vicky's relationship with plato implodes (well, explodes? it goes terribly horrendously wrong) and she is a lil messed up and that but! mungo is so sweet and they take their time and it's all slow burn and kinda angsty and!!!!! they!!!????

but anyway they're so cute and they build this fragile, tender and gentle and slow relationship from the ground up and it takes a while but it also happens really fast? they intend to take their time (and they do, in a way?) but after a hot minute they go "oh i actually trust this cat with my whole entire soul and being" and they're very.... ugh words! on each other's side and all from the beginning (of the relationship). they face a lot of mistrust from some of the rest of the tribe at first (which is hard! especially for vic! she grew up with these cats!_ bc they think it's a bit suspish that both of the mates vic'shad either work for macavity or did in the past.

anyway they live in my head rent-free and they are just adorable and squishy and gentle and sweet and yeah..............

(here is one of my favey posts ive made ab them)

(and here is my favourite piece ive written ab Them <333)

#mungotoria #my beloveds #thank you :3 #i need to think ab them EVEN MORE #i realised i actually have very little written down anywhere ab them and that it's all in my head #and we can't have that now can we #otherwise i'll forget

1 note · View note

realreulbbrband · 1 year

Text

Ok but like this photo is giving me big Victeazer/Mungotoria vibes??? If I could draw I would

#Like I can’t be the only one who sees it???#Those pairings will forever be the end of me #I just love them so much

3 notes · View notes

jellicle-chants · 1 year

Note

Mungojerrie for ask game!!!

My NOTP: Mungoteazer (except in very specific circumstances)

My BROTP: I think he’d be friends with Tumble (and Teazer, of course)

My OTP: Munkujerrie! I had to write it for an exchange and I’ve been hooked ever since.

My second choice: Demejerrie

My fluffy pairing: Mungotoria (their dynamic is very fairytale-like to me)

My angsty pairing: Mungocavity (obviously)

My favorite poly ship: I’ve never had to think about it before, but Jerrie/Plato/Tugger seems like a good group. Just a big pile of leggy boyfriends.

My weirdest pairing: Mistojerrie

#realreulbbrband #thanks for the ask!#otp ask game #mungojerrie

3 notes · View notes

jelliclesgrace · 2 months

Text

requested interactions ♡

platoria ; plato and victoria - romantic or platonic victugger ; rum tum tugger and victoria - romantic or platonic victeazer ; rumpleteazer and victoria - romantic or platonic mungotoria ; mungojerrie and victoria - romantic or platonic

#🩷#these are only the ships #but i'd be happy to write her with an unlisted character #you can message me with who and i'll tell you how i'm open to write their relationship #cats rp #cats the musical rp

0 notes

jelliclewhiskers · 2 years

Text

All the Jellicles I ship together (+ my headcanons for them)

Alonzostrap – With Alonzo as his right hand working alongside him as a Jellicle Protector, I think they'd get along well.

Altugger – Alonzo yearns, but his pride stops him from approaching Tugger.

Casslonzo – Good for them, being slinky together.

Munkoffelees – Yeah, Munk might also be dating his brother, but it somehow works out.

Tuggoffelees – I guess it's even with Munk since he's dating his brother too. Munk and Tugger are fine with keeping their relationships with Misto seperate, but that doesn't stop them from spending time all together.

Demestrap – Husband and wife. No qualms here.

Demelurina – Bombalurina knew Demeter longer than anyone else, but they haven't gotten married yet. Demelurinastrap do spend time together, but Munk and Bomba mostly devote their attention to Demeter.

Mungoteazer (Not related to each other) – They were conjured to life from scrap puppets, by Macavity to do his bidding. Rather than being made as siblings, they were made for each other, and it all works out.

Munkujerrie – Munkustrap has a crush on Mungojerrie, but they haven't realized their pining is mutual yet. The extent of their relationship thus far has been mostly sexual, with bits of "I love you but I can't stand you," thrown in.

Victeazer + Mungotoria – Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer may be a bad influence on Victoria, but what kitten can live without a little roving here and there? Those two are a very convincing package deal.

Platoria – Young lovers. Plato was Victoria's first mate, and she couldn't be happier. They just adore each other.

Platugger – Their relationship is mostly sexual, but there's genuine love between them. They just have to explore each other on a more serious level to realize.

Skimbledots – Aunt and uncle duo who may've adopted all of the Junkyard.

More headcanons below the cut !

There's a lot of overlapping here. Munkustrap seems to be involved in most of these, and with the busy life he leads, how could he possibly make enough time for everyone?

Well, I like to think they sometimes all spend time together. But that would be a lot to manage thinking about it now.

There's never really enough time in the night/day. So what's easier than having them all spend time together at once? Maybe not all of them at once, but different pairings for different days, depending on which lover they happen to catch that day.

These cats aren't the most picky about their partners — and they all understand they lead different lives. Living together in the Junkyard just makes it easier to manage that.

How they manage to spend time together (+ extra rambles LOL):

Demelurinastrap definitely share a den. Demeter is usually out with Bomba during the day, and Munkustrap can always come home after the night is over and curl up in bed with them if he chooses. He spends a significant amount of time there when he's not busy.

Alonzostrap sometimes do their patrols together, though Alonzo is usually in charge of the day and Munk has the night.

Alonzo is welcome to spend as much time as he pleases at his brother Misto's den, but this sometimes results in Munk dropping by while they're both around. It's not that they're uncomfortable knowing they're sharing the same cat, but I imagine they like to keep it seperate for the most part.

Tugger and Misto also share a den, and Munkustrap occasionally comes by there as well. They're less concerned to be sharing Misto, and it's not unlikely you'll find them in a cuddle puddle.

Platoria prefer one-on-one time together, so Vic-Teazer-Jerrie usually go off to do their own things instead of spending time all together.

Mungojerrie and Munkustrap's time together is often short, passionate, and rushed. They want more time together, want to try being more, but neither of them are ready to admit that yet.

(I think that's all for now? We shall see)

34 notes · View notes

strawberry-jellicle · 3 years

Text

Vic and Plato are both mute and autistic

They both have VERY animated expressions (going off of the AMAZING reaction faces from the 98 film)

Teazer loves to tell them stories about her and Jerrie's misadventures outside the junkyard

Jerrie usually brings back shiny trinkets for the 4 of them to horde in their den like magpies

Nap time cuddle pile with the 4 of them takes FOREVER to do bc Jerrie and Teazer cant stop movin (its the adhd baby!!)

If it's a particular warm day and the sun's out, they'll open up the cuddle pile to other cats in the junkyard (everyones snoozin!!)

Teazer gives Vic the pearl necklace she "happened upon" in the Grove

Teazer and Jerrie are TINY and you cant tell me otherwise

Plato just towers over the other 3 bc his long legs

#all 4 are just bi and in love ok #the princess the himbo and bastard 1 & 2 (affectionate)#cats #cats 1998 #cats musical #victoria the white cat #plato cats #platoria #victeazer #rumpleteazer #mungojerrie #mungoteazer #platojerrie #platoteazer #mungotoria #i diagnose my comfort characters with the highest award i can do #poly queer adhd autists

18 notes · View notes

flame-x · 1 year

Text

The One Where We Get Inside Alonzo's Head

Summary: A short glance into a morning in Alonzo’s life while the threat of Macavity is a rising one. Munkustrap and Alonzo deal with unrest from cats who distrust the ones who used to work with Macavity. Hypothetical murder is plotted. Set about two years after Grizabella’s Ball. cw: discussions and plotting of hypothetical murder, discussion of betrayal

“Macavity is getting stronger,” Munkustrap said grimly, getting straight to the point. That was Alonzo’s second indicator something serious was wrong. The tribe’s protector loved to hear himself talk, which was fair enough because he was a fine orator. The entire tribe loved to hear him speak. The first indicator had been the instructions he’d gotten from Munkustrap about half an hour earlier to call all the cats, bar the patrolling ones and the kittens (and Jellylorum, who was currently minding them) to the Stage.

“He’s taking more and more territory and properties on the other side of the river. He’s been recruiting cats, specifically Jellicles without allegiances. He’s preparing to attack.

“No cat is to venture outside the Junkyard alone. There will be an increase in patrols— one at 9am, one at midday, one at 3pm and one at 6pm, one at 3am, plus the usual dawn and dusk patrols. There will also be one at midnight. The number of cats on each patrol will be increased from three to four.

“Cats are advised to stay in the Junkyard for their own safety, but you can of course stick to your homes instead. Kittens, unless they have homes, are no longer allowed to leave the Junkyard until Macavity is dealt with.” Munk looked around at the gathered cats and Alonzo met his gaze, blinking encouragement. “Alonzo and myself will have the patrols organised by midnight.”

“Is the Ball still going ahead?” Asparagus called. Alonzo smirked internally. Coricopat owed him a mouse— he’d told the other tom that somecat would ask that, but he’d remained unconvinced, sure that they’d obviously know the Ball wouldn’t be cancelled. They’d bet on it.

Munkustrap nodded. “Of course. Mistoffelees is going to put precautionary alarms and set-ups in case Macavity decides to interrupt again this year. We will be prepared this time. Are there any other questions?” Of course, there were.

“What about Old Deuteronomy’s safety?”

“Will the kittens be allowed to participate? It’s tradition!”

“Hardly! It isn’t safe!”

“What are we going to do about the cats who used to work for Macavity? Surely they can’t be allowed to stay. What if they’re spies?”

Alonzo rounded on Spike, who’d asked the last question. “That’s enough out of you!” he spat.

“It’s a valid question, Checkers,” the constant pain-in-his-ass drawled. “How do we know we can trust them? Why, Macavity probably fathered two of them!” Spike glanced meaningfully at Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, the former of which had his arm around Victoria. Alonzo bared his teeth. Always hitting where it hurts.

“The cats who formerly worked with Macavity have proven their loyalty time and time again,” he ground out, “They’re nothing but faithful.”

“Of course, of course. But if one of our own cats was working for Macavity, how can we know for sure that they aren’t? Not to mention the white cat. We all know both of the mates she’s had work with Macavity, or have in the past.” Spike lifted an eyebrow at him, a challenge.

“Alonzo,” There was a warning note in Misto’s voice as he appeared next to the tom. Alonzo swished his tail angrily and stood down. “Don’t do something stupid. Don’t—”

“Don’t let my temper get the better of me, I know,” Alonzo grumbled, tail swishing, “Don’t scold me, Misto.”

Munkustrap’s voice rang out over the murmuring. “As I said, Misto is going to put precautionary measures in place to ensure everycat’s safety. Therefore, as usual, we will all be present and taking part. Macavity will not scare us into cancelling. We’ve dealt with him before, and we’ll deal with him again. As for you,” he fixed Spike with a cold gaze, “Alonzo is right. The cats who formerly worked for Macavity have proved their loyalty time—”

“You would say that, one of them is your mate!” Spike interrupted him.

“ —and time again,” Munkustrap swept on, ignoring him. His eyes flashed dangerously, and Alonzo was reminded just how formidable and authoritative their gentle protector could be. “On the other paw, to throw unfounded accusations around about another cat is quite serious. Do you have any proof of Victoria working for Macavity? I assume you do, otherwise you wouldn’t say such things. Well?” They glared at each other for a few moments until Spike finally yielded, lowering his eyes in reluctant submission.

“That’s what I thought,” Munkustrap said icily, “Are there any other questions?” His eyes swept across the gathered cats, all traces of anger in them gone as quick as it’d arrived. “No? Then this meeting is over. Patches, Coricopat, Greycat and I will take the next patrol, at 3pm. Alonzo will organise the next few, and the night watches.” He stepped down from the tyre he had been speaking to them from and made his way over to Alonzo and Misto.

“Well that was certainly eventful,” Misto muttered.

Munkustrap sighed. “You’re telling me.”

The cats around them began to disperse gradually. There was still some mutterings, and a few shot glances at Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Victoria and Demeter as they left or gossiped. Alonzo’s tail swished angrily as he noticed the group around Spike, all talking quietly and staring openly at Mungojerrie and Victoria.

“Look at that,” he murmured. Munk and Misto glanced in the direction he was looking in. “We’ve got trouble.”

Spike and AJ appeared to be the ringleaders. Asparagus, Victor, Tabbygirl, Murad and Jonathan were listening to them speak, though to their credit, most of them looked hesitant.

“Well at least we know Tabbygirl is only there because she fancies Spike. Murad is definitely only curious. And Victor, he feels betrayed by Plato and Socrates,” Munkustrap said quietly.

“Not good that Asparagus is there, though,” a familiar voice rumbled. Tugger approached, sliding an arm around Misto’s waist, who nodded in agreement.

“Bet you anything Patches doesn’t even realise AJ is involved in this,” Alonzo murmured. That tom’s head was too high up in the clouds to notice most things.

Misto let out a low chuckle. “Alonzo, I’m beginning to think you’re a gambling addict.”

“Excuse you, Mr. Magic Feet,” Alonzo said playfully, “At least I always win my bets!”

Munkustrap’s lips quirked up at the corners. “Alright, that’s enough of that,” he said mock-sternly. “I have to get going on patrol. ‘Lonz?”

“Yes?”

“Whatever you do, don’t put Spike and AJ together on patrol.”

“Noted. Wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Thanks. Try not to kill Spike.”

Alonzo mock-pouted. “Fine.”

Tugger smirked as the grey tom faded out of earshot. “He never said I couldn’t kill Spike.” Misto smacked his arm.

“Much as I’d like to, I don’t think Munk would forgive us.”

“He wouldn’t need to know it was you,” Alonzo mused. “I could hypothetically tell you where to hide his body.”

“Ooooh, now I’m intrigued. What has Alonzo the Good, Kind and Faithful, right-hand cat of Munkustrap, done that he knows a good place to hypothetically hide a body?” Tugger teased. Alonzo smirked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I don’t think I want to know what’s going on here,” a gravelly voice said. The newly-arrived Admetus shook his head at them as he and Demeter joined them, chuckling.

“Oh, just discussing a good place to hide Spike’s body. Hypothetically, of course,” Misto said breezily. Demeter chuckled again.

“I like the sound of that,” she mused thoughtfully. Alonzo sighed dramatically.

“Much as I’d love to stay and keep plotting hypothetical murder, duty calls and I have several patrols to organise. I’ll talk to you all later. Admetus, can I have a word?” The two toms walked towards Alonzo’s den. Once they were out of earshot, Alonzo spoke again.

“I’m putting you on the six o’ clock patrol with Hysperia, Cassandra and Victor. I need you to talk to Victor, to set him on the straight and narrow.”

Admetus’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? What’s he done?”

“Nothing yet,” Alonzo sighed, “But he’s getting involved with Spike and what he’s saying. I take it you didn’t see the little group surrounding him after the meeting?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, Munkustrap and I think it’s serious. Munk reckons Victor feels betrayed by Plato and Socrates and that’s why he’s listening to Spike. He’s lost. I want you to talk to him. He might listen to you, and the other two will be discreet. They’ll give you privacy if you signal for it.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks. Things could turn nasty soon. We need to try and get as many cats to see sense as possible before Spike really starts undermining Munkustrap. Victor is a good place to start.”

“Who else do we think is lending an ear to Spike, if you don’t mind my asking?” Admetus rumbled.

“Victor, Tabbygirl, Jonathan, Murad, AJ and most worryingly, Asparagus,” Alonzo answered, frowning. They arrived outside his and Cassandra’s crate. “Cass is inside, I think. I’ll tell her to give you space to talk to Victor this evening. She’ll let Hysperia know, too.”

“Right then,” Admetus stretched. “See you later.”

16 notes · View notes