I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :
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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )
i think cats fanfiction allows for great in-character plots some other fandoms may not exactly. i think there should be a cats fic somewhere that goes like this:
• munkustrap walks onto a spot of sunlight coming in through a window and flops on his side. sunbathing time.
• tugger comes over. flops down as well.
• they see a bird. munkustrap chirps. tugger tells him to shut up. munkustrap shuts up. tugger chirps.
• tugger smacks munkustrap for existing too close to him. munkustrap smacks him back. tugger screams until a human comes to pet him into solace. he will never forget this betrayal.
• 10 minutes later, tugger has forgotten this betrayal. tugger deems munkustrap's tail chewable.
You're in Taylor's living room. There's cat stuff everywhere. Gojo is standing in the middle, looking lost. One cat is on top of a bookshelf. Another is hiding under the couch. A third is pawing at Gojo's robe. Pur..Pur..
The cats are running around. You decide to help out....or not... ;)
Tugger snorted. “If you say so, Firecracker.” As he lifted the mug to his lips, he flashed Misto his smile over the rim, the perfect mix of charming and mischievous, complete with a rakish wink. As if on queue, Misto blushed, a flurry of pink sparks puffing from hair and clothes.
He realized he had been played and huffed, rolling his eyes. “Terrible bore,” he muttered, unable to hide his smile.
“Obviously. But I’m Your terrible bore, right?”
Misto smiled, reaching out with his free hand to take Tugger’s. “Obviously.”
Kinda a random question but hey Cats fans, what do you call the spot in the junkyard where the whole show happens? Like in universe
Cuz for some reason I started calling it (jellicle) plaza in my brain and in my notes, I'm pretty sure I saw in some fics and stuff it and other smaller spots in the junkyard being called clearings, or it just being referred to vaguely as "at the tire"
So I'm really curious if anyone has any other names for that space
i am constantly making funny silly jokes to myself that consistently end up becoming full-fledged genuine fic ideas.
anyways the world is not ready for my stupid "Epic characters as modern teenagers" AU featuring aro Perimedes + queerplatonic Perenor fic idea. it is SILLY and NONSENSICAL. (but it's kind of really funny and sweet and also taking over my thoughts and i kind of like the concept of it-)
Was randomly thinking about how there are fics from back when yonder, where people did bodyswap fics of '98 Misto and 2019 Misto (or of multiple Mistos getting swapped around, with the aforementioned two the most common). Then I thought of Zurich Misto, who I've seen a few point out is the closest we get to 2019 Mistoffelees (but way more magically adept.) So who would have it worse/better if '19 Misto and Zurich Misto somehow swapped places (magic going awry with a loud ping, I imagine.) Bonus challenge points for Zurich Misto being entirely mute. (Also just for fun, going to think about Valentin's mute Misto from the original Vienna run too).
Zurich Misto in 2019's Cats:
RIP relationship with Rum Tum Tugger, and seeing that 2019!Tugger doesn't seem to care much for him would absolutely break his heart. Look, the Zurich production said Tuggoffelees rights and I'm here for it. So oof, ouch. Yeah this one would hurt. Ouch, ouch, oof ow that was a ventricle ouch there goes my other ventricle. Oof oh that's fine, the aorta isn't that important, anyway.
However, MUNKUSTRAP. Munkustrap would take him under his wing no questions asked. Zurich Misto is getting all the chin lifts from Munk. I feel like Robbie Fairchild's Munk would not care that he is mute at all, and would cherish him either way. He is not gonna want to go back.
2019 Misto in Zurich Cats (1992):
Oh no, I think this is gonna hurt even worse with Munkustrap, as this version of Munk isn't as sympathetic toward Misto (until the very end when he uses his magic to bring back Old Deut), but oh boy. This Munk would get even more annoyed with him when he can't even use his magic.
However, we do have a Tugger here who is absolutely besotted with him, and oh Lordy. He'd just die from all the love thrown at him by Tugger, especially when he DANCES WITH HIM ARM IN ARM during Growltiger, like, behold:
I promised the original Vienna run's Valentin's Misto next, so here goes:
Valentin's mute Misto in 2019:
Okay, Valentin's Misto is mute but he is confidence AF. His Misto would have a confidence/ego dance off with Jacob Brent's '98 Misto and I'd bring the popcorn along to see those two Mistos meet, perhaps in some rift in spacetime (hey, cryptid OBC Misto? Some help here?) He is nothing if not completely confident in his abilities and is NOT afraid to show it! Robbie's Munkustrap would have a legit boner the whole film, seeing Valentin's Misto showing off and just being all round glorious.
Tugger though - it'd be disappointing to see that he doesn't seem to give much of a care for Mistoffelees, but I feel he'd still be confident either way, especially as in his case, he has a Munkustrap who likes him back in his original version as well, so he would not likely be as hurt as Zurich Misto's would be about Tugger's attitude towards him.
That being said, Valentin's Mistoffelees doesn't strike me as needing a lot of encouragement/coaxing to really get him going. He's not afraid to piss off Munkustrap during Pekes and Pollicles either, and he'll be laughing about it the whole way.
making toilette and taking repose :) ft. electra and etcetera!
“What are you doing?” said Electra, who was only trying to stretch in peace.
“I’m stretching!” said Etcetera, who was absolutely not doing that in any sense of the word.
“What?” said Electra, and then added, just in case Etcetera had not realized that, “No, you’re not.”
“Am, too,” Etcetera responded, and seemed to have chosen to be obtuse for this conversation. She lifted her hips off the ground and threw her leg over her head, tapped her toes against the ground, then moved back down to straighten herself out. “Stretching here... stretching there. Yep! I’m feeling pretty stretched.”
“What?” Electra repeated, and had to put down her other arm where she’d been balancing on just one out of sheer bafflement. “No, what? Etcetera, stretch normal.”
“And be bored? Pah!” Etcetera huffed, and, after flipping herself over onto her feet, began to demonstrate, cheeks puffed out in furious emphasis. “Stand like this. Stand like that. Stand on your legs; stand on your hands!” Upside down, she swung her legs in the air a little and stared at Electra until her cheeks began to go red and Electra began to smile a little too widely. Then, she fell back onto her stomach and announced: “I can stand however I want anytime at all; and I will move however it is I want to move anytime at all. And the only way I want to move is in one that’s fun!”
Electra snorted, just about managing to get herself up on one hand again, and cautioned - “Well, then don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself in the Ball.”
“I won’t, I won’t; coming to you in the Ball would not be fun at all,” promised Etcetera, who Electra knew was lying, because coming up to bother her during the Ball was the most fun a cat like Etcetera would have in her under-stretched life of hand-stands.
“You are silly,” Electra told her, because someone had to. Etcetera, though, who’d rolled onto her back again and was arranging herself into nothing less than a pretzel, only just about managed to execute a nonchalant shrug.
“And I remain most fun in my persevering silliness,” she said, and waited to start laughing until Electra did, making a mess of their stretching altogether.
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.)