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indianasolo221 · 1 year
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It was brought to my attention that the previous poll left out two wonderful kittens. It's fixed and reposted, sorry for my mistake! Although the poll is just for fun, please only vote once. This poll will end in a week, and a new one will be posted!
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jelliclesumeccz · 1 year
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Cats Ostrava (2018) | Vladislav Plevčík and Romana Dang Van as Mungojerrie and Tingl-tangl (Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer)
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I'm very proud of this, but drawing theirs clothes took much longer than it should've •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀
Anyway I'll never shut up about Ostrava's (Czech Republic) production of Cats. They've introduced redesigns for all the characters and a new background. It looks strange at first but it's absolutely brilliant. It's the perfect mix of beautiful and chaotic and I love it (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
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Jellicle Cats might be able to hold an impressive ball, but don’t expect them to be any good at running everyday errands. Not collectively, anyway.
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jemima-ssyllabub · 1 year
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Hi! (RP Blog is OPEN)
Welcome to the Jemima-sSyllabub RP blog. My main is @indianasolo221. I go by she/her pronouns. I'm over 21, but everything on this blog will stay SFW. Please refrain from sending any NSFW asks/prompts! If you have an idea and you want to RP with me, PM this account so we can discuss. I also have my asks open so you can send Jemima questions. For now, roleplay responses will be tagged under #jemimassyllabub rp and Jemima Asks will be tagged under #ask jemima. I plan to use this blog for asks and roleplay responses only, so go to my main if this isn't what you're looking for!
EDIT: If I haven't responded to this account for a few days and you need to contact me, feel free to go to my main and message me there! <3
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queen-raven-imp · 2 years
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Summary:
The Jellicle kittens meet at the Junkyard on a night before the Jellicle Ball to rehearse their performances in the Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles and Growltiger’s Last Stand. Though they can’t help but get led off track by each others’ antics.
This is a story that includes both swing kittens and kittens from the original show. I love the swing characters, so I wanted to give them a chance to interact with the other cats.
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prxckedradiolove · 2 months
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Cats stickers!!!
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emilybeemartin · 1 year
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Oh damn, there are CATS PEOPLE on tumblr! I should have known. Have a redraw of this ancient piece from like 1999!
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If the Queen's Thief and Lord of the Rings were where I fledged my artistic wings, Cats was where I first hatched. After the 1998 film came out on VHS, my parents never knew peace again. Pages and pages of art. Fan fiction. Face paint. I was Jemima for like four Halloweens straight. I could dance the entire choreography of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. My bff and I had headcanons and ships before we knew what those things were. The Internet was only just beginning in those days, and when I found an Angelfire page dedicated to Jacob Brent... people, let me tell you, I didn't sleep for weeks. Now he's on Instagram! I just looked him up! He's living his best life and I'm so glad!
In seventh grade, when my bff and I learned Cats was going off Broadway and we'd never get to see it, our moms told us that if we earned the money ourselves, they'd take us to see it. And we did! I saw the final Broadway cast at the Winter Garden Theater! We crashed the stage door and freaked out over Julius Sermonia (Misto) and Stephen Bienskie (Tugger)!
Anyway, rifling through old art to find this marker-and-printer-paper piece sure was a trip. Do you want more cringey redraws? Because do I have some material.
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yourstrulygray · 2 months
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This is very very important to me guys.
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lightingelectratwo · 1 year
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I think Japanese sillabub's ears are small is because she's a newborn kitten or just old enuff that her eyes are open but her ears are still tucked in.
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mistos-hot-husband · 2 months
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Had the absolute biggest fuckin brain idea for a tuggoffelees kit and here he is!! Castor! I am already madly in love with him-- he's already my pride and joy and I just made him like. A minute ago--
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strawberry-jellicle · 5 months
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And not long ago, a phenomenal cat produced seven kittens right out of a hat!!
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I'm really bad at drawing children/kittens so enjoy adolescent tuggtumboffelees kids!!
In order of oldest to youngest:
Castor and CJ: twins
Sarai and Devika: twins
Tapper, Trassel, Stellaluna: triplets
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indianasolo221 · 2 years
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I’m another year older, and all I wanna do is go “I love you” to all the Jemimas and Sillabubs the Cats Wiki can give me.
So here’s Lanene Charters as Sillabub!
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jelliclesumeccz · 1 year
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So.... I drew
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And I'd say I was rather successful (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
Here's the required daily dose of Rumpleteazer
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Jellicle Headcanons for my Mental Health (It gets chaotic)
If the Jellicles were ever to watch movies, some common favorites would include Fantasia (1940), A Cat in Paris (2010), The Aristocats (1970), Coraline (2009), Suspiria (1977) and The Red Shoes (1948)
Tugger will sometimes try to get Munkustrap to get some rest & take a day off from being the Responsible Oldest Child™️. Munkus is always convinced it’s a trap and Tugger is trying to distract him from something he did sitcom style.
He’s not much more receptive to any of the other cats telling him to relax. He’s fairly certain that if he did ever leave them to their own devices, there’s like a 30% chance they’d all die.
He’ll begrudgingly take a 5 minute cat nap only after Jenny lectures him about his health for 30 minutes.
Tugger is extremely protective of Misto. He’s been known to hiss and swipe at any stranger of any species who approaches his magical, mystical, marvelous, clever, phenomenal tuxedo cat.
Misto will loudly fuss & act annoyed over this, but he actually thinks it’s pretty cute and at times unintentionally funny.
The kittens can be bribed into behaving with fish, catnip & cream (it’s basically promising McDonald’s if no one fights).
The first time Tugger took Mistoffelees on a date, he took him to the junkyard to pick scraps & yowl at the moon. Misto, being the dutiful nephew of Bustopher Jones and growing up in the Hall of Saint James, had only ever been exposed to the finest high-end dining and the most respectable of social gatherings up to this point, so there was immediate culture shock. Mistoffelees still insists it was the most romantic night of his life.
Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer secretly give the kittens pickpocketing lessons. Munkustrap suspects but cannot prove anything, and it has contributed to his sleep deprivation.
Victoria and Jemima are BFF’s who are constantly having sleepovers where they do all the unapologetically girlish & kiddish things you can think of- but like, as kittens. Gossiping about the cats they have crushes on, sharing their deepest secrets, trying on each other’s collars, jewels & ribbons, playing catch with Jenny’s yarn balls (it’s better to beg for forgiveness than permission).
Skimbleshanks’ combined dad skills & tea expertise can only be rivaled by Uncle Iroh (he would definitely say that being sick of tea ~with a drop of scotch~ is like being sick of breathing).
Alonzo sometimes feels outshined by his magician brother & ballerina sister. He doesn’t blame them for being themselves, but he does wish the others would acknowledge him a little more as a protector. He looks up to Munkustrap & is determined to learn all the tricks of the trade from him.
Munkus is aware that Alonzo seeks his approval, and can relate, having lived with siblings who required more attention while he was the responsible one. Neither is quick to open up about personal matters, but they do confide in one another. The only other cat Alonzo has talked to about all his feelings is Cassandra.
Tugger takes those damn bagpipes everywhere & is looking for a chance to play them all the time. Bagpipes at family meetings. Bagpipes at brunch. Bagpipes on dates. Bagpipes at midnight. Bagpipes at 4 AM.
Munkus insists they put on his plays at every meeting. He has yet to have one go off without a hitch, in part because he, indeed, is a massive control freak in this particular area, and in part because he’s surrounded by damn kids who love to fuck with him. Every rehearsal is like that one episode of Community where the dean’s making a commercial & Abed’s making a documentary about the dean making his commercial. It’s going to be what kills poor Gus.
Everyone assumes Demeter & Bombalurina are gossip queens who have all the dirt on everyone.
They’re actually thinking of Jellylorum & Gus. Dem and Bomba are just doing makeovers.
Bustopher Jones does not get what Mistoffelees sees in Tugger. He raised his nephew to be a proper, fancy cat, where did this spiky punk come from?? He doesn’t know where he went wrong.
Jennyanydots has knitted multiple sweaters for every single one of them.
Skimbleshanks, of course, wears his sweaters whenever it’s sweater weather and loves these thoughtful gifts from his beautiful wife.
Tugger has ripped holes into his sweaters to make them look cooler.
Mistoffelees bedazzles all his sweaters & wears them in performances where Jenny will be in attendance.
Cass will spend hours looking for suitable accessories anytime she has to wear a sweater.
Coricopat & Tantomile love to wear their matching sweaters & basically be the Shining twins.
Mungo feels humiliated wearing his sweaters because who is he without his crop tops? Rumple always gets super fancy sweaters to go with her pearls.
Mungo & Rumple also got a “Get-Along” sweater.
Gus is practically swimming in his sweaters & appreciates them immensely.
Bomba is proud to announce she looks as sexy in her sweaters as she does in anything
Demeter & Munkus make the kittens wear their sweaters anytime they’re seeing Jenny no matter how hot it is or how itchy they are.
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greenelectricsky · 15 days
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You know what? Fuck it. I'm not taking an ink to hand this time. I only need to add Tugger's colours and eyes and I'm leaving it like that.
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Looking at his face it's more Cysiek, but you know, TuśTuś is looking exactly the same, so I don't know if I'll portray them... What do you think?
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What do you think Bombalurina would be like as a mother? What was her own mother like?
Sorry anon, I had a crazy few days, but I didn't forget this!
Bombalurina's relationship with motherhood is....complicated.
First and foremost, whenever I think of Bombalurina and motherhood, I think of this picture:
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But particularly the overall mood I can craft (in my mind) from the way the kitten is being held - a little uncertain, a little awkward, slightly wary, but with something achingly gentle about it. It fits because overall, I think Bombalurina's feelings towards motherhood were and are mixed.
Bombalurina remembers very little of her mother other than she left her behind all those years ago (to do what she never really figured out), and she's got a lot of unresolved trauma in regards to that. So much, in fact, that it prevented her - for the longest time - from thinking she could even be a good mom. It's one of those feelings where she has crafted a very specific idea of what motherhood is meant to be (based on what she needed and what she would conjure up as a kitten), and she doesn't quite fit that mold. Realistically, she didn't really want to be a mother either - in her mind, motherhood sort of meant the end of all things. A passing on of who you were before, even if you aren't ready to leave it behind yet (and what if - a small voice reminds her - that's how your mother felt? What if you turn out just like her and leave them behind?)
It's an uneasy thought, certainly. Better stick to fancy free - that's more in her element. That's what she wants to be - not tied down to anyone or anything. Larger than life, plenty to go around and then some, voluptuous and generous in her words, in her mind, in her actions. She can be the fiercely protective mother hen to her fellows, to Demeter. She can take care of them. She's good at that.
I like to think that Electra is Bombalurina's - but born in a circumstance which was, in all honesty, a bad situation all around and at a time she wasn't really ready *to* be a mother. She never even really *considered* motherhood until it became a very palpable, very alive and slightly frightening reality. And since she was on her own, she had to figure out the baby thing very quickly. But in true Bombalurina fashion, she took it right on the chin. She's always had all of these things thrust on her all her life, and her reputation is usually to go with the flow of it and take it head on, exuding confidence out of every bone in her body. Even if she has no idea what she's doing, she'll make it up as she goes. She'll put the mask on and wear it until the sun rises. And it was no different with her foray into motherhood. Headstrong and stubborn, she is, and it came about so fast she didn't really even have a chance to stop and think about it.
In technicality, she's a really good mom - she knows all the tricks and figured out the best way to feed her and knows which sounds she likes best when it's time to wind down and remembers all her likes and dislikes, and managed to keep Electra safe and - most importantly - a *secret* the entire time they were under that roof together. And she loves Electra - she didn't know you could love such a little thing so much - but she scares her. Inside, Bombalurina's adrift, holding that weight on her shoulders. Even when she stops to consider it when the whirlwind finally quiets down, tries to digest it, she doesn't know how to feel. She feels suffocated, limited, as though now this was entirely who she was meant to be, but she wasn't *ready* to be that yet and sacrifice everything.
But then looking at that little face, feeling the pride she does in her breast or the relief when a fever was broken, she thinks - yes, I want to be her mother. I want to give her everything I didn't have and get her away from this place and make sure she never worries about anything ever again.
But - and isn't it painfully ironic - Bombalurina doesn't think she'll be *enough* for her. Electra doesn't need her - she needs those foggy images of motherly presence Bombalurina holds like cobwebs in her fists. That's what she needed, why wouldn't Electra? And she continues in these hopeless circles for a good long while.
Meanwhile, Bombalurina is Electra's sun and moon. She's everything to that little gal; her whole world for a good chunk of her early life. She's safe and warm; she holds her when there are thunder storms and brings her treats whenever she can. She knows all the words to Electra's favourite song (it's a rock n' roll song she slows down) and curls the ends of her whiskers and tells her what the stars look like. She's a *good* mama, because she is Electra's mama. That's the long and short of it.
(Bomba learns - as the time passes - that there is no real one way to be a good mom. That a "good mom" doesn't look like any one thing. But it takes a lot of coaching through that when they get back to the Junkyard, a decision she is free to make, and with the help of the other queens, she finally starts allowing herself to believe that.)
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