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etchif · 5 months
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I love Misto's concept art design bbgirl why are you so scary
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emmikay · 9 months
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Rum Tum Tugger: People are suspecting my boyfriend is a demon, and I'm here to finally set the record straight.
Rum Tum Tugger: He is. Let's move on.
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mistoffeless · 6 months
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Anyone fancy bringing back the gorgeous cryptic Mistoffelees? I think he would look fabulous on his own coin!
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gaylittlewizardcat · 1 year
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dididems · 1 year
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Cats Secret Santa 2022: Cryptid Mistoffelees!
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Drawn for @evil-in-skis ✨ They really liked the Paris version of Misto, so I tried to incorporate that in his design! Also tried to make him look a bit otherworldly by giving him purple eyes and a cheshire grin. His jacket is made out of magic and his body is kinda… not there all the time. 💜
Many thanks to @bees-in-a-davidbowie-shirt for hosting this event! 🌟
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rudolphsb9 · 9 months
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"MAAAA! THERES A WEIRD FUCKIN CAT OUTSIDE!!!" but it's Mistoffelees
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eldritchmist · 1 year
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Tugger: Valentine's day is coming! Love is in the air!
Mistoffelees: *burns sage*
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Some cat: “They say that Macavity won--or perhaps even stole--his magic from this hellish primordial fey creature.  Nobody knows its true name, but whispers call him Foxfire.”
Mistoffelees: “Oh, I know that slimy bastard, he owes me money, just wait until I get my paws on his scrawny little neck--”
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naturepointstheway · 1 year
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I don’t think I’ve seen this photo before including Timothy Scott as Misto and Terrence Mann as
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kiroby90 · 2 years
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Friend and co worker is in a local production of CATS ~ Im looking at you @jedi-in-the-jellicle-junkyard 😽 ~ And the guy that's portraying Mr. Mistoffelees went with the old cryptid misto makeup and I got inspired. It's not my best but hey, imma exhausted lol may come back and tweak it alittle later, who knows.
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emmikay · 1 year
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Please please PLEASE tell me about OBC Tuggoffelees :D
they're so important to me tbh
so in my fic/hcs for OBC Tuggoff, Tugger is much more of a free spirit. He doesn't live in the Junkyard, he has multiple different human homes. He's never in one place for long, unless it's something that has to do with his family.
He meets Misto during one of his little escapades around London, and immediately hits it off with the grinning face who never appears from the shadows
Mistoffelees is very interested in Tugger, and follows him around, enjoying his stories and the songs that he sings, and the fact that Tugger really doesn't treat him any differently because of his magic
and Tugger is so enthralled by Mistoffelees' magic, the way the cat melts into the shadows, and the way his eyes seem just a bit too bright at times, or his smile just a bit too sharp
When the Ball happens, Tugger knows that Mistoffelees is observing, if not for him, then because, obviously, it's his sister's Ball, and he wants to watch her dance with her new mate.
but then Macavity shows up, and Tugger's gathering the kittens behind him, and Mistoffelees can't just let him fight on his own, so the shadows draw up around him, and the kittens aren't scared as the darkness surrounds them, it feels more like a hug, and Tugger just grins dangerously
they tease each other SO much, it's their love language <3
after the Ball, Tugger starts spending a bit more time in the Junkyard, especially since Mistoffelees has revealed himself and wants to spend time with his sister. the two of them are inseparable, if they're not standing next to each other, then they're always in each other's line of sight
(also Plato 100% is Misto's best friend and no one can tell me otherwise)
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gaylittlewizardcat · 1 year
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Source (it’s just some of the pictures, the instagram account has a a few more posts)
SPOOKY MISTO SPOOKY MISTO THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT SPOOKY MISTO
LOOK AT HIM. THE WIG. THE MAKEUP. THE MIX OF BLACK AND WHITE IN HIS BIB MAKES ME SO HAPPY. HE HAS PLAYING CARDS AS A BOWTIE. HE HAS A TOP HAT AND A CANE AND A COAT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT SIMPLY COLLAPSE OF JOY AT THIS. LOOK AT MY MAGICAL BOY.
Ahem. Anyway. Yeah I think it’s a pretty neat design
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chasing-posts · 2 years
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My favourite Mr. Mistoffelees is Cryptid Mistoffelees, hands down.
Now all versions of Mistoffelees are valid, and I love them all. But creepy, cryptic Mistoffelees just scratches that itch I never knew I had and is just so fun. A terrifying Eldritch horror that can fit nicely in your arms for a quick cuddle before it either escapes into the shadows, or eats your entire face off while sprouting a thousand eyes.
Either way, what bliss.
Best part is it doesn't matter if he can separate himself into a thousand particles before reforming right in front of someone. The entire tribe still adores him like "YEAH! THERE'S OUR MAGICAL MR. MISTOFFELEES. HE BROUGHT BACK OLD DEUTERONOMY. HE'S THE BEST."
Because just because he can be scary, doesn't mean he's dangerous, much less violent. And he'd never hurt a Jellical.
Nah, he's just their local cryptid who speaks in demonic rhymes but who's loved by all.
Because every family needs a goth! And Mistoffelees happens to be the Jellical's.
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Can you tell us more about Demon!Misto? It's such a cool concept!
Mistoffelees exists as an entity, first and foremost. He simply...is, and has been, for longer than he cares to admit. He will continue to be long after everyone is gone. He inhabits bodies of cats of his choosing (not pre-existing ones; just however he’d like to appear or whatever he’s feeling, he’ll manifest as; he has been very old, and very young, and everything in between over the centuries) in order to blend in amongst his peers - he is his own spiritual rebirth. 
His main purpose is to wander, patiently waiting to collect souls of the damned and the wretched and the corrupted when it is their time to cross, and is attracted to (and feeds off of) the energy their mortal desires give off (being assistant to said Pied Piper was no accident). Much of his job is waiting for summons, and in between, he sleeps (his forms are rarely meant to last all that long). He gets lost *incredibly* often. He is rarely ever personally involved in any such matters. It’s mostly what his superior deems of him - he’s merely an agent (think of him, literally, as a Mephistopheles specifically for cats - in a contract all his own).
Several hundred years ago, he was deemed “benign” by the mother of a child who had caught him in the street and eagerly patted his head (much to his displeasure, but he hardly was in the habit of doing any harm to those who had nothing to do with his business). That word rung clear in his head, crystal and frighteningly pure, and has stuck alongside him ever since. It comes to him in such times where everything is particularly dark going. He loathes the wallowing in ones own self pity, yet takes up permanent residence in its clutches. He has given himself and others pause more than once, but he knows as well as most that there is an inevitability to their business - if he pauses, it’s only good for that small sliver of a conscious that lays shriveled in his chest in the cavern where perhaps a heart used to be (and perhaps he is more certain that it is there, the longer he lives). 
And yet...
There is a consistency of coolness in his various forms, and he is under no foolhardy notion that his presence is particularly smiled upon, but just as his fellows, he’s an incredibly mischievous and buoyant sort when he so chooses. He enjoys festivities and grand parties, though they drain on him heavily. When he laughs, it's, quite literally, like bells are pealing in the distance - high and clear. It's almost as unsettling as it is joyous. Often, he will forget to breathe, to blink, or to talk with his mouth open. He will forget the limitations of his mortal body and simmer in his frustrated humiliation.  He will sip the moonlight from the puddles in the street until they lay flat and empty and stroll carefully through and up a fireplace when it is lit. 
And when the time comes for him to go, and he never knows when that quite is, he simply...does. He disappears without a trace, reborn anew to start it all over again.
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