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0zzysaurus · 3 years

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Here I am fishing out opinions about my fave, let me see you rate Skimble 😂

You can have Pouncival also. As a treat.

FOR SKIMBLE!!

And then for POUNCI !!!!!

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): Tumblepounce!! other ship(s): ‘98 Tuggerpounce, and Tecklenburg Tumblepouncetty platonic ship(s): Georgival, Pouncetoria, Jemimival, they are all besties and hang out all the goddamn time. He’s calmer around George and Vicky, but him and Jemima cause SO much trouble. crack ship(s): I don’t really have a crack ship for Pouncey, but I suppose I could laugh at Bombapounce because I just don’t think she’d be into him at all, he’s too dorky, so I see it more of a “haha Pounce has a crush on Bomba and she’s constantly rolling her eyes at him” fav headcanon(s): I have a very long and complex hc for Tecklenburg Pouncival that requires a full-on infodump, but if you wanna get the general gist of it, check out OnTheFritz’s Tecklenburg stuff on AO3 because we brainstormed a fair amount of it together in the Gay Little Cats group chat. Some day I will make a big fat master post about it, but not right now I’m sleepy.

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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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Carbuckety can have Misto's sparkly jacket? As a treat?

Yes, yes in fact he can. And also a little head pat. He is now Coatrackety.

The kitten is happy with this. 😌

Tommie Luyben as Carbuckety and Dominik Hees as Tugger (plus Hannah Kenna Thomas as Victoria and Denise Jastraunig as Jennyanydots); Vienna revival, 19 June 2022. Filmed by @falasta.

#220619 #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #carbucketty #pouncival #tuggerpounce #tommie luyben #dominik hees #hannah kenna thomas #pouncivalxtugger #pouncivalxvictoria #c: victoria #c: rum tum tugger #c: pouncival #s: mistoffelees #2021 vienna #vienna revival

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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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Carbuckety craves a cuddle!

... but Tugger is coy with his lap.

You may occupy it for four (4) seconds. Just because it's Valentine's day doesn't mean you can get your hopes up.

Cian Hughes as Carbuckety, Jack Danson as Tugger, and Taryn Donna Borman as Cassandra; 2022 Asia tour, 14 February 2023. Filmed by mengo_ane on instagram.

Bonus, the next day, the same audience member asked:

Silly question. He can have all the laps.

#tuggerpounce #casspounce #carbucketty #pouncival #cassandra cats #rum tum tugger #cats the musical #230214 #230215 #s: bows #c: pouncival #c: rum tum tugger #c: cassandra #cassandraxpouncival #pouncivalxtugger #cian hughes #taryn donna borman #jack danson #valentine cats

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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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tugger can be a ballet boy too

... or just mock Carbuckety, one or the other.

Cian Hughes as Carbuckety and Jack Danson as Tugger in the 2022 Asia tour, 24 January 2023 (X).

#tuggerpounce #rum tum tugger #pouncival #cats the musical #carbucketty #jack danson #cian hughes #pouncivalxtugger #c: rum tum tugger #c: pouncival #2022 asia tour #s: bows #230124

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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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Cian Hughes is so cuddly with his castmates and I love that for us. 😌 This time he is happy to have Jack Danson back as Tugger after his injury leave!

2022 Asia tour, April 2023 (X).

#tuggerpounce #jack danson #cian hughes #carbucketty #rum tum tugger #pouncival #s: bows #2022 asia tour #c: pouncival #c: rum tum tugger #pouncivalxtugger #230400

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junkyard-gifs · 11 months

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gathering the gang. petting them. checking in with them. giggling with them. massaging their shoulders. getting your knee cuddled.

you know. just cool tugger things.

Jack Danson as Tugger, Gavin Eden as Skimbleshanks, Taryn Donna Borman as Cassandra, Cian Hughes as Carbuckety, Sophie-Rose Middleton as Electra, Katie Hutton as Rumpelteazer, and Billy Mahoney as Mungojerrie. 2022 Asia tour, c. 12 May 2023 (X).

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junkyard-gifs · 11 months

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ok so who wants platonic tuggerpounce h/c after pounce has been whumped by macavity because pounce is engaged to macavity's brother and he's going to take out all his resentment on him now he's got him and forget all that the point is h/c cuddles and whump and also agonised munkustrap trying to fix it from a distance. plus background tuggershanks. and magic rings of morse-like communication.

also tugger is werewolf and munk and pounce can shapeshift into actual cats or humans or anthro cats because what is a beauty and the beast AU if the beast and beauty can't retain a bit of non-human afterwards.

yes ok good that's what i thought

(cw for mention of recent sexual assault, sorry pounce. also obvs pounce is a young adult here, not an actual child, despite tugger calling him kiddo all the time.)

also. also pounce thinks it's very important you all know how indignant he is over the fact that he has fleas ok.

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“First things first,” Tugger said cheerfully to the air, “you stink. Bath for you, kiddo.”

He strolled over to the bed, shrugging his cloak off his shoulders, and deposited it and his precious burden on the bed together.

The cat stared up at him from the cavern of its folds, ears half laid back and fur bristling so much it almost obscured the sharp angles of ribs and hip bones.

You wouldn’t even try to touch a real cat, if it had looked at you with that much fight-or-flight. But Pouncival was in there somewhere—who knew how deeply—and he’d come to Tugger. After Tugger had changed into his wolf shape and chased away the stray dogs who’d been hassling him, after almost an hour of lounging around outside the crevice where he’d wedged himself, looking non-threatening and making soft reassuring noises and letting Pounce drink in his scent. Eventually, eventually , he’d crawled out from under that pile of crates and huddled desperately up against Tugger’s flank.

He was still there.

“You’ve got fleas,” Tugger informed him. “Trust me, I’m an expert.”

He blew the shivering lump a kiss and strolled away from the bed, shedding his outer layers and plopping his boots down by the door.

(His ring was still vibrating, because Munk couldn’t take a hint. Tugger had lost count of the pulses so who knew what he was saying. Probably the obvious. Lots of desperate things.)

“Easier to get rid of them if you change back to human shape,” he added casually, downing a glass of water from the washstand then filling a shallow bowl. “Better hope you didn’t grab any ticks, by the way. The forests around here have some beauties. I got a couple last week, right up by my nadgers. Evil little buggers. Long fur in long grass is no joke, I’m telling you. If you don’t drink I’m telling Munk on you,” he added.

He wasn’t moving his hand fast, as he pushed the bowl toward Pouncival.

Pouncival flinched back automatically, all the same.

Tugger’s heart clenched. He poked his tongue out.

“Promise I didn’t gob in it.”

Pouncival still wouldn’t meet his eyes, but the cringe in his body language was now apologetic as much as it was fearful. Tugger didn’t like it any better.

But at least he crept forward, and lapped at the water.

Tugger’s other hand flexed in his lap, fighting the urge to reach out and touch.

Even as a cat Pouncival was always noisy. He made all sorts of sounds, all sorts of expressions and chatterings, no matter what mood he was in. But now, he was absolutely silent: Tugger had heard nothing from him but a couple of defensive hisses, right before he’d shot in under those crates.

It was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

But he’d known that from the moment Munkustrap had contacted him via the rings more than a month ago, to say that Macavity had taken his betrothed.

“Well, hey, I guess it’s handy to have a wandering hero about the place after all.”

One of Pouncival’s ears pricked up—a faint puzzlement, a faint lopsidedness. A faint trace of him.

Tugger grinned at him, and said, “Hey, you wanna—?”

Footsteps and a metal clanking sounded in the corridor outside, and the door handle turned. In a blur of panic, Pouncival disappeared under the bed.

… why wasn’t Munkustrap here. Tugger was not cut out for this sensitive comforting crap.

He and Pounce always had got on well, but you couldn’t really seduce a guy when he was the son of your not-so-casual regular hookup, and you couldn’t seduce or annoy him into a good humour when he was a quivering wreck who’d almost certainly been raped over and over for weeks. And seduction and annoyance were 80% of Tugger’ toolkit for making people get over bad shit.

In short, this whole situation was an attack on him personally .

The landlady’s sons dragged the buckets of hot water over to the tub in one corner of the room, while Tugger lounged on the bed, flirted carelessly, and incidentally distracted attention from any signs of cat.

“Didn’t you have a bath just this morning?” panted one lad, disgruntled as he dragged into place the screen which sectioned off the bathing area from the view of the door and most of the room.

(There were fleas in the bedding at this place already, so Tugger wasn’t about to feel guilty for bringing in stray animals who might or might not also be cute but traumatised boys.)

“What can I say?” replied Tugger, with automatic arrogance; “looking this good takes work, baby.”

If he’d actually been listening he would have despaired of himself—that banter wouldn’t impress a twelve-year-old—but all his attention was on his senses, not his tongue. He couldn’t smell or hear so keenly in this shape as when he was a wolf, but everything in him was focussed on a small furry shivering lump under the bed.

The boys left.

Tugger flopped onto his back, and looked at the ceiling.

The ring quivered on his finger. Munkustrap, asking.

Tugger tuned it out—it wasn’t like he knew any more than Munkustrap did anyway—and stared at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded.

He’d been hunting for traces of Macavity, of Pouncival, for weeks. He’d found nothing. Now here Pouncival was, cat-shaped, starving, in the middle of a nothing-much town.

The big question was: where was Macavity?

How long since Pounce had got away? How had he got away? Where was Macavity? Was he on their trail? How quickly would Tugger have to—

The lump under the bed stirred.

“Do you even want a bath?” Tugger asked of the ceiling, “because if you don’t, I’m gonna be on that like a shot. You should’ve seen the fish that man at the corner of Chancegate and High tried to sell me this afternoon, it was… well, high .”

The twin triangles of ears rose up over the side of the bed.

(... he was standing on his hind legs . Exposing his belly!)

Tugger flopped his head sideways to look at the beloved asymmetrical face, and cocked an eyebrow.

… Pouncival’s eyes dropped, and his ears flicked backwards.

“... okay. Bath,” Tugger pointed left, “or no bath?” he pointed right.

Pouncival glanced almost longingly toward the left, but then lingered in the middle, staring at the quilt.

Tugger huffed out air at him. “Just go take a bath, babes.” He sat up, rolling his body away at the same time so he wasn’t suddenly looming over the cat. “That soap should take care of the crawlies. Yowl if you want me.”

… fell kinda flat.

He didn’t look back. He was busy at the table with his maps. If Pouncival had turned up here, and now, then that meant… all these trajectories and routes he’d plotted on the map, when he was trying to find them… not this or that, but maybe up there in the northern mountains… or had he fled down the river, and come up from there? Timing, timing… how long would it have taken him? Had it been all on foot? All on paws? How long since he’d…

… how long had he been starving?

#tuggershanks #munkupounce #tuggerpounce #fic #whitmerule fic #whitmerule #rum tum tugger #pouncival #cats the musical #c: pouncival #c: rum tum tugger #pouncivalxtugger #munkustrapxpouncival #c: munkustrap

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tuggerstrap · 1 year

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Established tuggerpounce finally persuading Munkustrap into a threesome

Pounce has been even more horny than usual for weeks because of the way Munkustrap has been looking at them and the things it makes him imagine and the hints of lingering touches and the implied promise in a raised eyebrow and a heated glare or the way he shoves Tugger up against a wall when annoyed, or puts a strong possessive hand in the small of Pounce's back and. restrains himself.

So when they get through the door after agreeing to this and permission is implied, well....

Pounce is on Munk and on his knees immediately and getting his trousers open to get his mouth on what he's been wanting for what feels like years. And Munkustrap indulges him for a while, fingers in his hair as Tugger leans back against the kitchen counter and smirks as he watches, but.

Munkustrap means to ravish him, so he's not letting him get off that easily.

The tug in his hair is not harsh but it's firm, getting him to his feet before he's halfway finished, and. in a few minutes he finds himself, to his bemused and horny distress, curled up on the side of the bed watching Munkustrap's splayed hand bearing down in the middle of Tugger's chest, shoving him into the blankets while Tugger laughs and tips his head back in the pillows and Munkustrap firmly undresses him and starts to prep him, Tugger's legs splaying langorously around his shoulders, while Pouncival is

forbidden to touch them

or yourself, sweet boy. Hands on your knees and nowhere else. Anywhere those hands move, neither of us will touch later on.

This is not to be tolerated. 😩 whining might ensue.

#lemon #munkupounce #tuggerpounce #tuggerstrap #cats the musical #munkustrap #pouncival #rum tum tugger #munkutuggerpounce werewolf au

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