#munk is a nerd

[murdleandmarot]

I have more to say about this, but don’t worry it’s not vent-y this time.

Moments of happiness is the easiest to play because the right hand is written as the melody, both as the actual notes and as the voice line, and the bass clef is written as is (it’s far deeper than the rest of the pieces, and written in cycles-it’s gorgeous)

Daylight is different, because the right hand is written to play the cycle of notes that you hear at the beginning, and the left hand is just playing different chords. The voice line is obviously the same, but this time it’s just the voice line.

That’s where i changed it, shifting my hands up a ledger. My left hand is playing what was originally the treble clef, and my right hand is once again playing the melody, until the very end where it jumps an octave, (because my left hand starts playing chords that creep farther up the keyboard, until they’re all the way up to B5)

At the midpoint, though, between “roses wither away” and “like a sunflower,” I switch my hands back to their original placements, (left playing bass, right playing treble), which is difficult because both thumbs hover above C5, meaning

1. My hands are closer to each other than I’m used to (right hand thumb is usually the one at C5 and left hand pinky occupies C4)

2. I have to cross my hands *falls to the ground in despair*

But Daylight is easily the most dream-like out of the three sections, because of the constant movement of the left hand, it’s so pretty, and if you avoid playing the final chord and play the last D6 as the first note of Moments of happiness, (meaning you play D3 simultaneously to begin the first round of bass note), it sounds ✨super gorgeous✨

Sunlight was the hardest for me to learn because I don’t have my chords memorized (I can play them, I just don’t know their names). The key isn’t the same, and while it’s still the same motif, it’s obviously a very different iteration.

Sunlight has the same issue as Daylight, with the melody as the voice line, etc. To play the voice line and not clash with the treble clef, you play the chords an octave lower. So in short (too late) I’m not playing the treble or bass line at all. I’m barely reading the sheet music.

To transition from “like a flower, as the dawn is breaking,” you walk down from E6 flat to D6 flat, to C6, to either B5 flat or natural, then into a whole or broken A7 chord. From that the leap is made into the F4#, A4, D5, F5# rotation of Daylight!!!!!

I haven’t got many things going for me but at least I can play Jemima’s solos on piano <333

[heartkaji]

★ ALVINNN !! ⸺ AND THE WINBRE BOYS ?!

synopsis ୨ৎ : relationship dynamics i think the winbre boys would have based on the chipmunks & chipettes

notes ୨ৎ : had this idea while rewatching alvin & the chip-munks with my baby brother </3 missed this show sm

❤︎ TOGAME JO — SIMON & JEANETTE

stay with me here.

i don’t mean simon & jeanette in the sense that two of you are nerds or anything. when i think simon and jeanette, i think emotionally mature simon and anxious girlfriend jeanette who’s always in need of simon’s reassurance ( they’re so cute i want to eat them )

it’s like that with you and jo. togame is more mature and the bigger person in every situation. he never lets you two go to bed angry, and he’ll appologize first, even in times when he thinks he’s not in the wrong. togame also NEVER raises his voice. never ever. i can’t imagine him & yelling in the same sentence. so even in heated arguments where you’re screaming and crying with mascara running down your cheeks togame stays gentle and quiet, fingers pressed into his palm so tight he’s nearly bleeding because god you’re crying and he has no fucking idea what he can say to help you calm down. he doesn’t even care about what you guys were fighting about anymore, he just needs you to feel better. ( GODDDD WHERE IS MY TOGAME 😭⁉️)

anxious attachment girlies your time has come

with togame your anxiety is never triggered. you have his location and all his passwords, and he’s 100% not the kind of guy who asks for yours in return. he also calls you to let you know when he’ll be running late. i wish i could lie and tell you he doesn’t leave you on read, but he canonically doesn’t text. he has a custom ringtone just for your contact though, so often times he’ll call you in response or send you a voice message. either way you’ll get some kind of answer, togame isn’t into ignoring you in any shape or form.

NEVER EVER disrespects you, and I’m not talking verbal disrespect or anything like that. i mean togame doesn’t like pictures of any woman other than you on his instagram, doesn’t borrow girls his jacket even to be polite, doesn’t help them pay—he’s your walking wallet only. he would never ever be caught dead doing anything that could cause someone to mistake him as being close to any girl other than you. he’s so perfect it’s insane.

togame also isn’t into playing games. he communicates anything and everything he’s uncomfortable with and sets boundaries in the sweetest possible manner. “i dont like it when you do that, baby. you can do this instead, okay ?” he says all of this while thumbing your cheek and pressing his lips to your forehead . he encourages you to commmunicate with him as well. if you’re more on the shy side and struggle with setting boundaries, it’s cool because togame does it for you. if he does something and notices a change in your demeanor, he makes a mental note to never do it again. he doesn’t voice out his observations though, he knows you so he knows your first reaction would be to deny that you’re uncomfortable. when it comes to communication, he’ll never press you, but he always makes it clear that he’s ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend rating : ∞/10 ; better not break up with him, this man is one in a billion.

❤︎ AKIHIKO NIREI — THEODORE & ELEANOR

i think this was very obvious LMAOO

i feel like a lot of people think of theo and eleanor as the sunshine duo, but theodore is actually pretty soft and shy. the dynamic between them is much like i described for simon and jeanette, except here the roles are reversed.

theodore is extremely talented, has lots of potential really, but is always putting himself down, much like nirei. you play eleanor, always encouraging nirei to think better of himself and put himself out there, even when he thinks it’s a terrible idea.

i feel nirei, like theodore, always overcompensates. i mean he feels he’s not worthy of you so he always goes out of his way to make you a little something, give you a little gift, just anything to make him feel like he’s not dead weight tying you down in this relationship with him. he’ll never tell you he feels this way & so you’ll never know & be able to reassure him or tell him otherwise, but when you smile with blood tinged nose and kiss his cheeks in appreciation like he’s the only boy on earth, he thinks that’s all the reassurance he needs.

if you have avoidant attachement issues i am respectfully asking you to stay the hell away from him. HE CANNOT HANDLE IT. your constant hot and cold drives him crazy and affects him more than the average person. nirei is someone who loves and feels deeply. he’ll overthink even the smallest things, whether that’s you leaving him on read or a comment about how clingy he is. like i said nirei overcompensates, so when he’s more comfortable in the relationship he gets very affectionate; not in terms of physical touch ( he still needs you to initiate that most of the time, the best he can give by himself are hugs ) but in terms of words of affirmation, acts of service and gift giving. if you comment on how he’s been doing too much for you these days, even if you’re speaking from a place of ’you’re doing so much for me, you should take some time for yourself’, he’ll misinterpret it as you getting sick of him. he tries to tone his acts of affection down, but then he’s plagued with the fear of you leaving him because he’s not doing enough. it’s an endless cycle :( my poor baby please treat him well </3

boyfriend rating : 5.5/10. i fear his insecurity & trouble comunicating makes dating him difficult, and his constant need for reassurance can get suffocating.

❤︎ ENDO YAMATO — ALVIN & BRITTANY

when i think alvin and brittany i think teasing ( but whipped ) boyfriend and done with his antics girlfriend.

that’s you and endo one hundred percent. endo yamoto is always up to no good, making cheeky comments or hiding your stuff just to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. you’re so fucking done with him—you don’t even know why you’re still dating this bastard but on midsummer days when endo decides to be more boy less devil you’re reminded ( just a little ) of why you love him.

endo yamoto has his sweet moments. of course it’s obvious he worships you like a god, but you often forget because of his troublesome nature. endo yamato is always thinking of you. it’s evident in how he always comes home with one or two trinkets that reminded him of you, whether it’s something he saw in the window of an antique shop or a pretty rock with colors that match your eyes.

endo is also very clingy. when you’re doing your makeup, getting ready to go out, endo tugs you out of your vanity chair and sits down so he can pull you into his lap, arms snug around your waist as he buries his nose into your neck. the feeling of his breath warm against your shoulder blades is distracting and it’s even worse when he’s dragging his lips across your skin. you knock his head with a makeup brush to get him to pull away even if just for a second, but he only responds with a grunt before his palm trails it’s way up & under your shirt.

yeah, he’s fucking impossible.

but it’s endearing. also did i mention he’s constantly teasing you ? he’s your own personal bully. but god forbid someone tries to make a fool out of you. if it’s a girl, he hurls the most gruesome insults he can think of, and if it’s a guy, lets just say the local hospital is gonna be taking in one more patient tonight ( he is UNHINGED, but we love him regardless )

boyfriend rating : 7/10. he’s a good boyfriend, but can get pretty possessive and extreme sometimes. also he often hurts your feelings on accident </3

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[mochatears]

Ehehe … women … and Alonzo … It’s Demeter’s best friend since nappies, and Jem’s pseudo-aunt, Bombalurina! Alonzo, who’s Munkustrap’s childhood friend, and Jem’s pseudo-uncle! And also Cassandra, Alonzo’s not-girlfriend who he met on Tinder.

This here is set just after Demeter comes back into Munk’s life, and her first reunion with Alonzo! He looks very different from the nerdy high schooler she last knew! He’s started going to the gym regularly. He’s still a nerd, though. He also used to cover his vitiligo because he hated standing out, but he doesn’t give a shit about that anymore.

[a-sad-mage]

You think game master has a secret base? If so where are you betting it would most likely be located?

Also had a charater idea or she looks human but is more like a carnivorous creature, like she can (secretly) shift her body into various things like knife fingers made from bones and or so her body, I think their called hu-Munk-lis? How ever their spelled but I had the idea she's mence number one to game master cause she 1. Can't feel pain, 2. Can form herself to slide thru vents and or grates, and 3. Hates his guts cause she has groan fond of the shane gang, she dose eat ppl/slugs just animals she finds in the wild like a cave rabbit or rat or so, and i had a scenario in my head where she IS in the shane gang and she would sometimes wonder off to find the game master and one day she dose find him and ends up stalking him like prey. So what would game master do if he saw her (most likely her glowing eyes in the dark) and how would the shane gang deal with this "stalking her enemy's habit"?

[Homunculus] i think you mean, (this is what I get for being a FMA/B nerd)

Honestly, yeah, I think Game Master(GM) has like a secret base of operations.

Seems like the kind of guy to have an evil lare/bunker

As for your Homunculus, cool idea-

I think GM, would try and make it a game of Cat and Mouse, like depending on how prepared he is for this, and how persistent the Homunculus is, he could keep it up for anywhere between ten minutes to a full day and probably get away. He's slippery like that.

As joked about before I bet she has a tracker on her, so the Gang(+ the extended hc gang)can keep tabs.

At some point if she gone to long, they all go looking and eventually find her.

Junjie probably is concerned by how 'feral'/'primal' she may be acting in her hunt of GM

The Gang, Eli, Kord, Trixie and Pronto, all kind a think GM deserves this, he's a jerk and almost got them killed with his little escape room trap.

Vance, Mario, and Dana are like low-key on board with hunting GM down.

And Gent and Stocker are living for this, they both hate GM and are considering giving her(the Homunculus) some mercenary training, that or bringing her with them when they do mercenary work every once in a while.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

As a big superhero and Cats fan, i sometimes like to imagine what the Rumpus Cat would be like in universe. Personally, i like to imagine it was like 60s Adam West Batman (Highly recommend, by the way, pure 60s ridiculousness) I love to imagine child Munkustrap watching superhero shows with Old Deuteronomy and collecting comics. Little kid Munk dressing up like the Great Rumpus Cat for several years for Halloween. Maybe part of why he became a protector was because he wanted to be a little like his favorite hero, The Great Rumpus Cat. Also i love the idea that he's a little bit of a nerd. (A little bit like me)

YEAHHHHH I LOVE GRC BEING AN IN-UNIVERSE SUPER HERO IN HUMAN AUS

he'd be so cheesy and silly, but Munkustrap definitely tries his little tricks that he sees on the show 😭😭😭 nerd Munkustrap is so important to me

[webvampzz]

if i were a chimp munk i think id be Simon because i have glasses and am a nerd or whatever

[recklessrex]

45 - Herman and Munks (again it doesn't need to be canonically, but I need to see them having a conversation)

Okay. So. The other prompts I've done so far could all technically work in the continuity of my Cats headcanon, but they mostly serve as one-shots.

But this one ended up tying directly into the "Isle of Storms" arc in my overall timeline of Cats narrative headcanon fic thingy, and actually serves as a nice introduction to that setting. You don't need to know anything about the Isle of Storms before reading.

Beware: Long Fic

45 - “I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming.”

Munkustrap had never been to this part of the island before. The northeastern shore was so different from the coves and pretty little beaches to the west, and the marina and urban ruins with their expansive beach to the south. Even the east and southeast shores, dominated by short cliff faces and grassy hills, had the occasional short sandy beaches separating rock and ocean. Here, in this corner of the island, there was hardly any sand to speak of at all.

There was a beach of sorts, but it was made almost entirely of rocks. A field of smooth, fist-sized stones led all the way down the shore to disappear into the waves. Large, jagged boulders jutted out of the ground sporadically, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Clusters of even larger boulders bordered the rocky beach in several places, separating it from the green foothills forming the base of Wild Mountain. The ruins of a fishing village, and the shallow slopes it was built on, lay between two groups of these boulders, giving the Cats who sheltered there direct access to the waterline.

Munkustrap stood about a mile or so west of the village, at the top of one of those huge moss-covered boulders at the edge of the field of stones, gazing down on a site he never would have guessed was a part of the island he'd been forced to call home for the past several months. The rocky beach wasn't so surprising. The climate and geology was right for it, and it wasn't like they didn't have anything like it back home in England.

The penguins were rather a shock though.

There must have been at least fifty of them. A mass of knee-high, black and white, dapper little birds waddling around on the smooth rocks. He'd never seen anything like it in his life. He searched his memory, trying to come up with the species (ignoring the voice in his head, that sounded very much like Tugger, calling him a nerd).

Small, no crest, can survive outside of Antarctica…

That last one narrowed the field a bit. Munk was hardly a penguin expert, but he felt like few penguins were built for any climate other than frigid. The first thing that came to his mind was Galapagos, but he rejected it almost immediately. They were endemic Galapagos and while he wasn't sure exactly where in the world his island was, Galapagos it surely wasn't.

Related to Galapagos then, he thought, maybe…

He watched them, transfixed, trying to memorize their markings. There was a tribe that operated a meager library in the valley between the Ridgeback and the Watchtower. Maybe they might have a book on penguins…

Suddenly something else caught Munk's eye. A person, sitting on a low flat boulder on the beach, about twenty meters or so from the penguin gang.

Gang? thought Munk. That's not right. What's a group of penguins called? A flock? No I don't think so…

Shoving that thought aside for now, Munk focused his attention on the person sitting on the beach. They were definitely a Cat, he couldn't see their ears because of the hood protecting them from the slight drizzle, but he could see the tail, occasionally waving and thumping the rock in idle contentment. They were close enough for Munk to see the solid grey fur on their tail, and the very familiar faded pink rucksack laying next to them.

Herman, thought Munk.

He made his way down off his own tall mossy boulder, and approached his… friend? Ally? Business partner? He still wasn't sure where he stood with the clever young tom. But he was fairly sure Herman was on their side.

"Heyo, Herman!" he called as he approached, using the local term used to greet others from a distance. Herman turned, surprise etched on his face, relaxing when he saw who was calling him. He smiled and waved but didn't get up. He kept his eyes on the older tom as he approached, unconcerned with the giant group of wild animals just a short distance away.

"Looks like I managed to sneak up on you for once," joked Munk when he was close enough to speak at a normal volume. Herman smirked and turned back to the penguins.

"I dunno whatcher talkin' about," he said casually. Munk chuckled. The kit could play innocent if he wanted, but they were both well aware of the way he'd suddenly appear in Jellicle territory without anyone knowing how he'd gotten through the walls without damaging them, or past the guards without them noticing. Magic was a possibility, but Misto and the Twins insisted they sensed nothing in him.

"What are you doing this side of the island?" Munk inquired as he came to stand next to the solid grey young tom, who shrugged and looked up at him.

"Could ask the same of you," he replied. A non-answer, but a reasonable one.

"Just exploring. Getting my bearings," answered Munk. "Not been to this area yet, thought I'd give it a look." Herman hummed in agreement.

"That's cool."

"So what about you?"

"Oh ya know…" Herman shrugged casually, "...business. Had some stuff to drop off, pickin' up some stuff, you know how it is."

Munk did in fact know how it was. Herman was a major player in the island's barter system economy. Hundreds of tribes and individuals all over the island depended on him to get them access to resources they would have difficulty obtaining on their own. The Jellicles themselves had a standing deal: he finds them as many good usable nails, ropes, and other building fasteners as he can, and in return for each delivery he gets to pick out quality pieces of metal from the scrap laying around their territory.

"So how do ya like Stony Shore?" Herman asked.

"Is that what you call this region?"

"Hnm."

"Well it's certainly full of surprises." Munk gestured at the (...pack? …gaggle?) group of penguins. Closer now, he could see one or two fuzzy pint-sized chicks toddling between the adults.

"Oh yeah, they're neat, ain't they?" said Herman, looking up at the older tom with a big excited grin. Munk smiled back. He liked finding things the young tom couldn't (or didn't bother to) hide his interest in.

"I like to sit and watch 'em when I have a chance," Herman continued. "Finish up business up here, got nothing else going on for a bit, I come out here…" he gestured at the penguins "…chill with the tuxedo chickens."

Munk glanced down at Herman with a raised eyebrow. He knew education on the island was limited, especially for kits with no tribe or family, as Munk suspected Herman had grown up. But surely, surely he knew what a penguin was?

"Is, uh… is that what you call these?" Munk asked, trying to sound casual. Just act dumb, he thought to himself. He didn't want to embarrass his young companion.

Herman glanced up at him, looking somewhere between amused and concerned.

"Dude, you do know what a penguin is, don't you?" he asked.

Munk laughed.

"Of course!" he said, taking a seat next to Herman on his flat, damp boulder. "But is that what you call them?"

"Eh, sometimes" Herman shrugged. "It's my little nickname for 'em."

"Well it's certainly apt," chuckled Munk. Herman grinned at the comment, then they both fell silent. Together they watched the penguins milling about on the rocks, going about general penguin business, socializing, grooming, some sleeping, one adult chasing a wily chick that was outmaneuvering it by ducking between adults.

They didn't seem to mind the Cats' presence. A few wondered over to investigate the seated pair, but none got closer than a few meters. They would scope them out, then go right back to the (...swarm? …clan? …tribe, maybe?) group and move on with whatever penguiny business they had. It almost seemed to Munk like passers-by stopping to listen to a busker, then continuing on their way.

"They don't know you," Herman's voice rose over the various the squawks and honks of the penguins to break the silence between the two of them. "That's why they ain't coming over."

"Oh?" Munk replied. "They don't look bothered to me."

"They ain't, but they ain't gonna come right up either. Some of 'em, they come right up to me, check me out. Hang out, you know?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah these guys, like, know me."

"Cool."

"Ain't it?" Again Herman offered Munk that big excited grin, and Munk couldn't help but smile back. Herman acted casual and nonchalant, but Munk could tell he was always hiding, always so guarded all the time. It was nice to see him getting to be himself and share his excitement for once.

"Sure is," Munk affirmed, and turned his attention back to the penguins.

"None of them are eating," he mentioned, meaning it as a question.

"Yeah, naw, they got eggs," explained Herman. "Half the parents are out hunting or like fishing or whatever you'd call it. When they get back the other half will go out."

"Ah, yes, I see," Munk said. He did remember that about penguins now that Herman had said something, but he wanted to let the kit show off what he knew, so he pretended he was just now learning it.

"You can't really see the nests right now, 'less you're looking for 'em, cuz there's too many chickens in the way," Herman went on "But they got bunches of these little nests in the rocks with like a couple of eggs, like two or three, in each nest."

Munk narrowed his eyes and stared at the ground around the feet of the penguins. He did occasionally see an impression in the ground with some small lumps in it. He guessed those were the nests.

"Where did they come from?" he asked.

"The penguins?"

"No the rocks," Munk answered flatly, still scanning said rocks to see if he could spot more nests. Herman chuckled his appreciation for Munk's sarcasm.

"From the Zoo, just like a buncha other shit that lives in this island." Herman was referring to the ruins of a zoo tucked into the southwestern foothills of Wild Mountain. Munk was aware of the Zoo, and that many of its inhabitants had escaped following whatever catastrophe had happened to the island that caused it to become abandoned. In fact, that was how Wild Mountain got it's name. Munk had yet to find anyone who knew what the second tallest peak in the island used to be named, but everyone now knew it as Wild Mountain because so many of the escaped animals set up shop there. Lions, wolves, bears, all kinds of things that Munk didn't think was native lived on that Mountain. It was part of why this corner of the island was less popular than the rest.

"How did it happen?" Munk mused aloud, thinking about the ruins of the island's previous population.

"How did what happen?" asked Herman.

"The island," answered Munk. "The people. The ruins. What happened?"

He hadn't really intended it as a question to be answered, as he didn't really expect his companion to know. But he often wondered. Just exactly what had happened here?

"You really wanna know?" asked Herman.

Munk looked at him. Herman wasn't watching the penguins anymore. He was watching Munk. He still wore his casual expression, but the look in his eyes had changed. Munk knew that look. It was Herman's "serious business" look.

Herman knew.

"Yes," Munk answered seriously.

Herman looked back out at the penguins.

"Watcha offering?"

Munk raised both eyebrows in surprise. Out of everything he expected to become a transaction…

"For information?!" he exclaimed.

Herman raise one eyebrow back at him and said nothing.

"About the history of the island?" Munk said, though he knew the answer by now.

Herman's only answer was to raise his eyebrow higher and smirk.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming," Munk sighed as he sat back to think. What did he have to offer? He had nothing on him he was willing to part with, and these sorts of transactions are usually done on the spot. Though Herman knew the Jellicles were good customers and might except a "trade promise" of something back at the tribe's territory. Did they have anything Herman might want that would be worth giving up for the information he was offering?

"What'll you take for it?" he asked finally. He might as well get an idea of what Herman was looking for before trying to do a mental inventory of the tribe's resources.

"Oh ya know," Herman shrugged non-committally, "I wouldn't mind some company with my evening meal."

Oh.

"Oh," said Munk. "Um…"

This wasn't good. Trade aside, he just wasn't into Herman that way. But he didn't want to hurt the kit's feelings.

"Listen, Herman, uh… I'm not really uh... not really interested in you like that-"

"What? Ew, no!" Herman said quickly, then added, "No offense, but no. That's the last thing on my mind." Munk eyed him, unsure if he meant it or was just denying it because of rejection. Herman noticed Munk's expression.

"Trust me bro. It ain't you. I just ain't into it," he explained. "Like, at all. With anyone." He shrugged. "Not my thing."

Satisfied he was telling the truth (and more than a bit relieved) Munk asked, "So what did you mean?"

"Ah, ya know, I always eat all by myself. I see other folks, tribes and shit, they eat all together sometimes. Like your tribe. If I come by around mealtimes, I see like, you guys are hanging out together while you eat. It looks nice," Herman explained, putting on his best casual, carefree tone and body language. It didn't fool Munk. The kit was dying to have this. "Besides" he shrugged, "The was a pretty damn good pie the other day."

Munk couldn't help but laugh. The week before, the Jellicles had offered him a slice of a pie made from their newly harvested blueberries, just as a gesture of hospitality and gratitude. Herman had accepted it (as part of the day's trade), and the look on his face when he bit into it was priceless. He had absolutely loved that pie, and had come back with extra goods just to get another slice.

Herman looked at the older tom, a touch of worry and surprise crossing his studiously casual face when Munk started laughing.

"Come by the theater around six or seven tonight," Munk chuckled, waving away his laughter. "I can't promise there'll be pie, but if you stick around after you might get to watch a bit of rehearsal."

"Dinner and a show?" shouted Herman, slapping his knee and startling a few nearby penguins. "You got deal, bruh!"

They shook on it. Information for an invitation.

"Alright buckle up," began Herman "Like about 15 or so years ago, this place was all bald-bodies. Like some Dogs as like house Dogs or whatever, definitely some fourleggers, but like mostly bald-bodies. I've heard varying stuff on it, but only like five to twenty Cats on the whole island to like over 100,000 bald-bodies"

"Standard" commented Munk, who was used to "human society" being just that, dominantly human and largely absent of Cats. Though he was old enough to remember a time when "house Cats" were as common a thing as house Dogs. His own brother had been a house Cat, and he himself had worked in a university, not a house but a similar principle. But that's a different story.

"Right," said Herman, "so these bald-bodies they're doing their bald-body thing, living their bald-body lives. The Massacre happens, and whatever Cats were on the island all get killed off."

Munk shuddered slightly. Herman was probably too young to properly remember the Massacre, which was probably why he was able to speak so casually about it. But Munk had been eleven when it happened, and he remembered it agonizing detail…

"So now it's just bald-bodies and some house Dogs, right? And they go back to their bald-body lives. But then," Herman lowered his voice for dramatic effect, "about two or three years after the Massacre, someone, no one knows who, but someone, bombed the shit outta this place."

Munk had already guessed warfare had played a role from the state of some of the ruins, but he had expected to hear about the island's involvement in some war. Herman made it sound like it just came out of the blue.

"But why?" he asked.

"No one knows," said Herman with a shrug. "But there are theories."

"Such as..?"

"I'm not done yet, hang on. So they get the shit bombed out of 'em right? Big political hullabaloo. Buncha people pointing the finger at each other, no one really getting the blame."

Munk vaguely remembered hearing something like this in the news, but if Herman's timing was right this would have happened during his year of away-training, and news was neither easy to come by nor the peak of his interest, so it was no small wonder he couldn't remember much about it now.

"Disaster relief comes in, calls the place unfit for life, and evacuates all the survivors." He lowered his voice again "They never come back."

He certainly knows how to tell an interesting story, thought Munk.

"Story goes they all get like, rehomed or whatever, and more importantly," Herman raised a hand towards Munk and leaned in, making sure he had the older tom's attention. He needn't have bothered. "...they all got paid off. Right? So like, they get these huge checks to keep 'em quiet and so like, they wouldn't come back, right?"

Munk nodded.

"So like, the place is officially abandoned. The whole island sits empty for years. Well, 'cept the surviving Zoo animals and I guess the native animals and shit. But the point is, no people. For years. Then," Herman leaned in again. "about 7 years ago, the two existing 'isolation zones,' ya know, where the bald-bodies started sending Cats after the Massacre, they start getting full. Overcrowded. I know. I lived in one."

Munk narrowed his eyes but stored that bit of information away for later. Herman rarely offered information about his past, and never followed up any questions about it. If this tale could unravel even a little bit of the mystery that was Herman, well that would be a bonus.

"So like at first they start shipping a bunch of us from the older, more crowded place to the other place," Herman continued, oblivious to Munk's curiosity, "but that doesn't last long. Then they ship a whole bunch of us to this prison looking thing. I dunno if it was like an actual prison but it sure looked like one.

"It was actually kinda nice though, it felt more like an indoor city then what I would have thought a prison would feel like- but that's not the point." Herman shook himself out of his tangent and got back to his story.

"I spent two years there before it started getting kinda crowded too. And there were apparently human cities nearby that didn't like us being there. Then," Herman's tone went flat to show his annoyance "someone in Control or whatever was all of a sudden like 'oh we have this nice empty island far away from human society' and everyone conveniently forgets the 'unfit for life' part and a bunch of us get picked out to get shipped off and now here I am!" Herman opened his arms wide, gesturing to the ocean, the rocky beach, and the penguins. "Chilling with tuxedo chickens on an bombed-to-shit uninhabitable island I've inhabited for the past five years." His voice was colored with distaste that he didn't bother trying to hide. Telling the story had awoken an old bitterness in his young heart, one that had awoken in Munk as well, and was also leaving a bad taste in his mouth. They were silent a moment, then Munk asked,

"What are the theories?"

Herman shook his head. It wasn't a refusal, rather a judgement on the world.

"The main one is Control did it."

"Why?" asked Munk, though he suspected he already knew the answer.

"To make room," Herman answered with a bitter smirk. "How do ya like that? Murdered the shit out of over 100,000 people, like 95% of 'em their own kind, cause they knew there's more Cats in the world than would fit in their little 'zones.'" He laughed. There was no mirth in it. "They were planning ahead."

They sat in silence again for another moment, the only sounds coming from the waves, the light drizzle, and the gregarious penguins. A few penguins were starting to return from their fishing trip. They watched as the parents reunited, greeting each other before swapping places, caretakers waddling down to the waterline and returned-hunters taking over care of the nest. One returning parent had at least one already hatched chick, which was promptly fed as the Cats watched and stewed over the state of their existence. Eventually Herman sighed, leaned forward, and ran both hands through the fur on his head.

"It's all speculation you know," he said. "All shit I've heard, you know, around. No way to confirm anything."

"Around," repeated Munk. It was intended as an open question. He wasn't sure how all this information would be available to anyone on the island.

"I got my sources," the younger tom said, pulling a joint from a pocket of his pink rucksack and lighting it. "I ain't at liberty, you know how it is."

"Hnm," said Munk.

"You want a hit?" Herman offered. "First one's free."

"No thanks," said Munk, shaking his head and staring past the penguins to the ocean, "not really my thing."

"Suit yourself," Herman drawled, taking a hit.

"Hnm," said Munk.

They sat like that for some time, no one speaking, just thinking, and watching, until the rain stoped, the sun came out, and Herman's joint was half finished.

"Colony!" Munk shouted suddenly, snapping his fingers. Every penguin on the beach started, looked his way, and honked in annoyance.

"What?" asked Herman, as startled as the penguins.

"A group of penguins is called a colony!"

"...Okay…?"

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Omg so there it is, the first official fic in my official Cats headcanon narrative fic thingy! I'm so excited! It's finally happening! Now I just have about 40 more years to write in order to actually lay out the timeline leading up to this point! yaaaaayyyy!!!?!

Btw the penguins are Humboldt penguins if you're curious.

[hysterical-cats]

been wanting to draw some human demelurina <3

[storyweaverofgondor]

Why i love the Great Rumpus Cat

Because I’m a nerd and cosplayer who loves Cats the Musical.

The painted muscles? The eyes? The giant R? That cat is a SUPERHERO!

[ask-the-jester-buds]

its... honestly hilarious considering..... its aquatic now LMAO

[Ah... I knew that

It’s been speculated before, every member of the spinosaurid family has been considered semi-aquatic creatures or at least living near bodies of water to feed, The spinosaurs being the only one speculated to actually be able to swim like crocodiles do. 

That’s the main reason to why I chose Elymaz’s lusus to be a Spino.]

[godnattakatta]

didn't see this until now - but my possibly first one and now favourite is probably that Munkustrap, Demeter and Tugger are all siblings. Munkustrap and Demeter's mother is Grizabella, Tugger and Munkustrap's father is Deuteronomy, Demeter's father was a cat from outside the jellicles and Tugger's mother, i think, is Jennyanydots. i'm not sure i can pick a specific headcanon - but while Demeter and Tugger aren't actually related they're still the closest, or at least the most similar (and could be a true nuisance together). and while Demeter and Munkustrap didn't get along very well as children, i do think it gets better after Demeter returns from Macavity

I'm in a mood - do me a favour and please reblog this (or send me an ask) with one of your favourite platonic relationships (friendships, familial - both found family and/or blood related - acquaintanceships, etc.), and a headcanon you'd like to share about them <3

[ievaxol]

mmmmman, writing this fic i just. really miss heavensward. there was something in that expansion that gripped me something fierce (elves and dragons munk you fucking nerd) and the mood is so, so good. the cold, the war, the politics at play -- i almost wish there was an entire extra expansion to just sink into hw stuff. i want. i want a heavensward somewhat in the style of dragon age: origins, complete with romance.

[rescuerangerdale]

Next-gen

Inspired by: Parker - Leverage, Jonathan Sims - The Magnus Archives,  

GENERAL

birth name  Binna Bianca Munk

nicknames.  Tokki/Bunny

date of birth.  October 13

age.  23

gender.  Female  

pronouns.  She/her

powers.    None

species ( if not human / mortal ). Human        

sexuality.  Asexual Panromantic

place of birth.   Busan, South Korea

current residence.   Elias, CA

occupation.  Archivist.

APPEARANCE

height.         5’ 4”

build.         Slim

hair colour/style. Dark brown dyed blond She keeps it long    

eye colour.         Black

piercings.         Just the standard ear piercing.

tattoos.       A small ‘RR’ with a lightning bolt between the letters on her right wrist, and a half sleeve on her left forearm of a rabbit in the moon.

notable markings.          A small scar above her right eyebrow from a car accident when she was little.

glasses/contacts?      She has reading glasses that she doesn’t like to wear and colored contacts for the fun of it.

faceclaim.        Lee Chae Rin (aka CL)

voiceclaim.    Lee Chae Rin

HEALTH

physical ailments.   None    

allergies.        Chocolate

sleeping habits.    Lots of pillows and on her stomach

eating habits.        Almost always snacking

body temperature.        Runs warm

dominant hand.        Left but can write with her right as well

drugs / smoke / alcohol?       No to drugs but does enjoy editable, no to smoking but drinks occasionally.

PERSONALITY

tropes.       Nerd Girl

positive traits.       Thoughtful, reliable, kind

negative traits.       Know-it-all, workaholic

usual mood.          Neutral.

likes.                     Reading, snacking, watching reruns, book collecting

dislikes.     Small talk, hiking, book abuse

bad habits.  Gum popping, pen/nail biting

RELATIONSHIPS

mother.  N/A

father.    Dale Munk

siblings. N/A

children.  N/A

birth order.   Only child

significant others. None

TESTS

closest friends.     Friends with Dorothea and Carrie, Art buddies with Levi. Study buddy with Yamila.

Wanted connections: A Crush, doesn't have to be reciprocated, A close best friend, and a bad influence.

zodiac sign.     Libra

mbti.       ISFJ

enneagram.    Achiever  

temperament.         Melancholy

hogwarts house.        Ravenclaw

moral alignment.         Chaotic good

primary vice.       Arrogance

primary virtue.        Diligence

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken.  Korean, English, Japanese, French

drive?     Yes

jump start a car?        Yes

change a flat tire?         Yes

ride a bicycle?        Yes

swim?       Yes

play an instrument? Yes, Piano and Violin      

play chess?         Yes

braid hair?        Yes

tie a tie?       Yes

pick a lock?        Yes

sew?        Yes

compassion.          10/10.

empathy.          9/10.

creativity.          6/10.

mental flexibility.          8/10.

passion.          10/10.

luck.         5/10.

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.          10/10.

charisma.          6/10.

reflexes.          4/10.

willpower.          10/10.

stamina.          8/10.

physical strength.          4/10.

battle skill.          0/10.

initiative.         10/10.

restraint.          5/10.

strategy.         10/10.

team work.          3/10.

[tuggerstrap]

tuggerstrap go LARPing

munk is winning, the nerd

[the-metaphorical-jellicle-cat]

Omg, I have so many thoughts after seeing that performance!!!

The first act gave me so many hcs and story ideas. I just cant!

Please note that these are what I observed while watching and may not apply to your hcs. Thank you.

The overture surprise me a lot (sorry still a music nerd) instead of having the cast come through the isles, there were yellow cat eyes which told us that we were entering their world

Opening- Love it!

Jennyanydots- So I wasn't actually paying attention to the introduction to her song or even her character as I was watching Misto helping introduce her and being helpful to Munk

Munkustrap being a proud storyteller to the younger cats and telling them how awesome Jenny is

Mistoffelees (being older or more experienced with magic, especially during old Gumbie Cat) and having a larger role- This idea came up a lot as I was watching sing he uses a lot more magic to help with everything.

Tugger age being equivalent to 18 to 25- Again this has to do more with how he acts towards others.

Tugger's song being amazing!- That's it.

Alonzo being with Munkustrap during the "Terrible Bore" line and being slightly afraid that Tugger was going to hurt him. But quickly figured out that Tugger was just playing.

Tugger being slightly irritated with Bustopher Jones since he is more important at the moment. It was kinda funny seeing him on the side sulking and at some time mocking him. Yeah, I might do something with that.

Plato being more adult- While watching, I did notice that Plato was dancing and interacting more with the older male cats like Alonzo. This got me thinking that maybe Plato was finally able to be part of that group because of his dance with Victoria. I need to know these things.

Grizabella and her introduction- I think there was some conversation a while ago about the age of the Grizzabella actresses influencing how the character is perceived and I agree with that statement now seeing the role performed live. With her being younger, I see this as her being an added sibling in the usually hc of the Deuteronomy brothers being just that. Seeing how Munkustrap is extremely resistant towards her and protective over the others is like how a sibling would react towards a sibling who strayed so far away from the family. Then we have the others who are more likely to share stories about how she made mistakes rather than comfort her.

Munk/Tugger brothers hc confirmed- They are just wonderful to see get along but Munk makes you know that no matter what, he loves his brother

Cass being pushed aside by Bomba during Tugger's song- I know I'm jumping but this moment caught my attention. Like you have Cass paying attention to Tugger and then Bomba is like 'Nope. I'm going to steal this moment

Tugger just being there- I was really expecting to not see Tugger throughout the show and him coming in when he was needed. But nope! that did not happen. Instead, it was like a game of I spy when it came to finding him in various numbers.

And as always seeing that double cartwheel by Rumple and Jerrie was amazing and hearing the crowd cheer for them was worth it.

Oh! Tugger taking in the spotlight during his song and taking advantage of the audience both by the characters and the actual audience

[carbuckety]

hallo i send you this ask for giving you a hug and ask for bomba headcanons

(also get morbed nerd)

I hate you (no i dont) go morb yourself >:(

Uhhh okayyy bomba headcanons!!! I love her dearly.... mwah my lady.

Bomba is Plato and Electra's mother!! Plato is her son with Macavity and Electra is her daughter with Alonzo. She loves both of them very much :))) but it's complicated. I might go more in depth about her relationship with both of them in another post, because that's a whole other can of worms. anyway!!

She's surprisingly good with kittens!! If one gets sick she's one of the first cats that volunteer in helping out Jenny/Cori/Tanto (I see all 3 as the resident medicine cats). She goes with them to visit Gus whenever he's well enough for them to stop by. She's just pretty good with kids in general!!!

Very stubborn. Rarely admits when she needs rest or is injured jdfsknsd. Usually it takes Munk, Demeter, and Cassandra to get her to take a break!!! She loves the Jellicles very much and just wants to know they're safe all the time.

TALL. i love tall women <3 um yeah she like Towers over most people in the tribe..... the only ones taller than her are Munk, Jelly, and Tugger. (Alonzo is the same height as her. He swears he's taller!!!!!!!! He is not)

Invented the word girlboss btw its actually canon ts eliot told me himself

Enough love to go around for everyone!!! She is a very lovey individual, and her love language is words of affirmation & touch :}

She and Cassandra are a very underrated friendship. When Cass convinces her to take a break, they lie in the sun all day and do nothing... but like. Together!!!!!!!! <3

This made me realize how little I actually think about Bomba outside of "woman hot <3" so thank you for this!!!!!