#cryptic misto

[real-reulbbr-band]

”Paris / obc Misto is the most cryptic!”

Canadian tour misto:

[toki-toro]

HI TOKI FOR THE BINGO! ! ! MISTOFFEELEEESS 🦐

HIIIHIHIHI EMII!!!!1!1! <3<3

Misto REALLY depends for me. I’m not the biggest fan of when he’s portrayed as a young, kinda innocent clumsy cat, or the more common design where he’s very soft looking. Brent’s design from 98 is a big example of that (ZERO shade against him btw, I adore Jacob I just don’t rlly like how he explains Misto’s character during one of the interviews)

But I aDORE some of the more ‘cryptic’ versions where he’s spooky and has an insane amount of sass. My favourite actor/interpretation is Akihiro Hanebuchi……. .. . <3 He perfectly encapsulates all of the aspects of Misto’s character that I love.

The 80’s Paris and some specific actors from Canada productions are also great examples of my vision. The character reference sheets drawn by John Napier were VERY well done but it’s a shame Misto is usually portrayed as like. A baby. Nowadays.

I’ve got a lot of hcs regarding Misto….. I’ll talk about that later tho

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

I absolutely love the way you write Mistoffelees as a demon! I was wondering if you have any specific thoughts about demon!Misto and Cassandra?

Thank you! I'm happy to hear - I feel as though considering his name is Mistoffelees, it's quite literally a hop skip and a jump to Mephistopheles. Seems only a logical progression.

Cassandra greets Mistoffelees in the same way she greets most cats - with a flippant curiosity that just barely makes her head turn towards the stimuli, but you can be assured she's read you to the ground in those split seconds. Her read on the recently solidified Mistoffelees is "Strange, but ultimately uninteresting" (Which he takes *great* offense to when he hears it echoing in his ears across the clearing), which is Cassandra's way of indicating that she'll keep an eye on him.

Mistoffelees looks at her from beneath his lashes, up and down, and recognizes her from a millennia or so back. "You were a cat of a Great Wife," he says, rather cryptically, from above her head one day, to which Cassandra, disguising her surprise remarkably well, coolly responds: "Yes - I was there, after all." And though affronted at the unusually calm and unbothered response, Mistoffelees chuckles, touches his paws back to the ground, and asked how she found the climate.

They keep in quiet company after that thread of tension - never to seek one another out, but never against the idea of when they happened in the same area. They pick at each other, Mistoffelees playfully cursing: "To the void with you" when she steps outside her bounds with him (and technically he has that ability to do so, so how thinly veiled that threat actually is is debatable). Cassandra fears very little, though, and one way to earn Mistoffelees respect is to face any and all threat with ones eyes open. She's never blinked in the face of danger - surely why she sat so primly on the thrones of pharaohs, Mistoffelees thinks from time to time.

Mistoffelees enjoys speaking with Cassandra because, with a little coaxing (sometimes in the manner of sharing a thought or two), she remembers grand balls and parties and bits and pieces of gossip from hundreds of years ago, and Misto does so miss being able to keep tabs on all of those little pieces. Though she has not been truly magical in years, Cassandra is highly susceptible to it, making her an excellent vessel...should she give the permission (Mistoffelees is a master of persuasion, but even the mighty wind that is Misto's silver tongue cannot make the mountains of Cassandra's willpower bend to it should she not want it.

Mistoffelees also holds Cassandra in a very high regard as a dance partner - which is (in his opinion, anyway) something that speaks volumes of her. I just keep thinking of this pas de deux from Mayerling:

[rainbowratsstuff]

Inktober day twenty-five: Splat

The Void go splat (and he blep)

[thattiredsock]

Little Wednesday and her eldritch beast

[lucifersimpp]

you know I'm right-

cryptic misto: 👁👅👁

Tugger: *Naked & Afraid theme starts to play*

[gaylittlewizardcat]

Saw this tweet and thought of how the three (comonly headcanoned) set of twins would react

Tantomile: If only one body could remain it would still be both of us

Coricopat: We would simply fuse together

Tantomile: We can do that

Coricopat: It’s not that hard

Rumpleteazer: *shrugs* They’ve got a point. *gets into a cartoonish fighting stance* Put ‘em up!

Mungojerrie: *also gets in to a fighting stance with a huge grin on his face but can barely brace himself before Rumpleteazer tackles him*

Mistoffelees, deadpan: Does us not being identical twins protect me at all?

Victoria, with an innocent smile on her face: *cracks knuckles* No <3

[1taliart]

I found this thing I made in my gallery.

Enjoy

[bag-of-broadway-snacks]

We’ve all heard of Cryptid Misto. But what about a whole tribe of Crytids?

Up first you got Cryptid Skimbleshanks. When his song talks about how he knows what you’re thinking, its no lie. He can read the minds of humans and influence his environment to suit his needs. I have a few other doodles of Cryptid cats. So stay tuned!

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Welcome, Father...

"Tell us, demon scum." The male agent grabbed the light from the female agent, shoving it in his face, "Who do you work for? Satan?"

"How did you get to our world from the afterlife?"

"Why are youse killing humans?"

"When did you show up here?"

The damned agents finally stoped passing the lights about, giving him a moment to adjust to the situation.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch." He snapped at the humans, "First of all, we just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling fuckin' woozy, so I'm gonna request you fetch us some coffee before we get into this. I mean, everyone gets coffees in shitty movies with scenes like this, am I right? I want something iced, bitch." Looking over his shoulder, he asked his employee, "Mox?"

Raising his nose, Moxxie began, "I'll have a Neopolitan cappuccino, more cappu than cino, make sure it's got no more than four ounces of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise, and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup they always put "Foxy" or "Roxy", I hate that."

"If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto. Please use soy milk with two blond shots Affogato and Ristretto. I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom. Then, add the coffee after, then-"

"Enough!" The male agent snapped, "We aren't getting youse coffee!"

"Wow, I was getting massive douche chills just there, Mox." He told him proudly, "Congrats!"

"If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!" The female agent failed to sound threatening.

"When you say "tortured", do you mean physical or psychological?" Moxxie asked in his typical know-it-all tone, "Physical seems counterproductive; we would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you have no way of knowing what was true." He spouted at the humans.

"Or we might like it too much." He but in, "And then you got a whole new thing to deal with."

The male agent leaned down, raising a bore "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you're stupid, huh? I can work with stupid. Daddy Likey Dummy!" Blitzø taunted the agent.

"Good one sir, Daddy likey-" Moxxie sputtered, squirming in his chair.

"You better stop laughin' at us." The female agent threatened.

"Yeah! You're the ones at our mercy!" The male agent yelled at him, grabbing his collar

"It's hard to resist, I'm really sorry. I mean, considering your approach thus far, you've had us tied up here for what, hours?" Mox cut in, "And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are!" Moxxie mocked the agents like the nerd he was.

"What are you?" The female agent asked, a curious tone coming to the females voice.

"I'm a Virgo." Moxxie told her, smugness dripping from his voice.

Both Imps burst into laughter, the agents only getting more frustrated.

Just as the male agent was gonna snap at them, the door to the room suddenly swung open.

An unnatural amount 9f light poured into the room, blinding them all for a brief moment. Once there eyes adjust, they found a silhouette standing in the doorway.

They were dressed in black, looking up a distinct shine came from his eyes, the figure wearing glasses.

Walking into the room, the figure spoke, "The question isn't what they are? The question is why there here?" He spoke cryptically.

Stepping closer the male agent came to meet the stranger halfway, "Who da Hell ah' you and how'd you get in here?" The male agent demanded.

Raising his gaze the stranger wore a smile.

The agent noticeably reacted. Stumbling back "F-f-f-father Cain... W-what are you's doin here?" He sputtered.

This 'father' just smile at him, "My associates informed me you acquired two new specimens." He looked at him, "I've come to process them." He spoke menacingly.

Father cain looked over the agents shoulder, gazing at him and Moxxie. "Excellent job My child. I always knew my faith was well placed." The father told the agent, patting his shoulder.

The agent seemed taken aback, "Th-thank you Sir." He spoke, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

"Father Cain?" The female agent asked, walking up to 'father' Cain. "Last I heard you were down at some beach on Spring break."

Smiling at the pair, father cain raised a finger, "Ive no time for such hedonistic pleasures. Not while the Lords work is to be done" He said happily.

"Now" He began cheerfully "I need a table if I am to do my work." He spoke firmly, raising a medium sized doctors bag, that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The male agent snapped to attention, quickly running about before rushing into the back room.

Walking forwards, Father Cain removed his glasses, staring down at him. "My, my, my, they certainly did a good job. Quite a pair of specimens you have here." He spoke to himself.

Raising a brow, Blitzø wore a little grin. "Oh yeah? You should see my junk, now thats a specimen." He spoke in his usual cocky tone.

'Father' Cain just smiled, slowly walking around to Moxxie inspecting him as well. "And unharmed, very impressive." The 'Father' told the female agent.

A moment later, the male agent returned, awkwardly dragging in a large wooden table. Dropping it down, he gave a few deep puffs, "There ya go 'Fatha', will this do?"

'Father' Cain smiled told him, gratefully telling him "That will do perfectly, thank you my child."

Walking over, the 'Father' placed his bag down before opening it and pulling out a myriad of odd and strange objects.

There was a series of shiny items and tools. Although a small wooden case caught his attention, the Imp couldn't help but think it didn't belong.

"Hey, uh, you guys seem pretty chummy and we'd hate to be a third wheel, so we'd be happy to leave you to it." He cut in smugly, hoping to get a rise from one of them.

And that he did, the male agent trying to snap at him, only to be tempered by this 'Father' Cain

Calming down, the male agent asked, "What did you mean, when you came in Sit. That it's not "What they are, it's why there here?'"

Smiling, Father Cain patted his shoulder, "I'm glad you caught that, I always knew you were sharp."

He smoke warmly, "I said that because, simply put. I know what they are. They are Imps." He said it simply.

That actually surprised him, even Moxxie reacted, releasing the slightest gasp.

Looking over the father just had a eerie smile, clearly happy with there reaction.

Both agents looked confused, "Imps?" They asked each other.

The father released a deep sigh, "Yes, Imps. Imps are the very lowest of the low in hell, as well as the lowest of the Hellbornes, or Hellspawn, I can never seem to remember which is the proper term."

Walking over, Father Cain placed a finger under his chin, raising his head to meet his gaze. "Your responsible for the death of a two hundred and sixty three humans." He told him coldly.

"Yeah, but I wanna know is why?" The female agent asked, "If they were just killing humans for shits and giggles, why not just kill wherever and whenever?" She asked.

Nodding his head, "Because..." Father Cain stood up, "They do serve a higher demon, but not Satan."

Standing up, the 'Father' walked to his bag, pulling a yellow folder out. "They've killed hundreds, and the only thing that connects them...? Death."

There was another pause, before he spoke again, "But not there deaths. Each person they've killed has had someone directly related to there lives die in the past decade."

Walking over to the Imps, the 'Father' showed them a series of pictures. Blitzø recognised them... they were targets they'd killed.

"There not killing them for a demon lord, there killing them for other human souls. I imagine with a the ability to travel to the human world, you've turned revenge into a buisness." He said simply, tossing the pictures to the side.

Crouching down, the 'Father' stared at him coldly before asking "Who's book did you use to get here, Demon?"

Blitzø stared back at him, the Imp doing his best to keep calm. But he could tell this human was clearly more dangerous than the other two idiot 'demon hunters'.

Standing up, 'Father' Cain told the other agents coldly, "Leave us. Remove any cameras. I dont want any sort of witness."

"What?" The female agent asked aghast, "We caught these 'Imps' there our score and we'll be interrogating them." She snapped at the 'Father', only for the the father to calmly stare at her.

Before he could speak, the male agent grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of the room he spoke hastily "P-please forgive her, Sir. She doesn't fully understand the importance of your work."

The female agent put a fight, but was quickly pulled out of the room, slamming it behind him.

Now with just the three of them, 'Father' Cain removed his glasses before placing them on the table.

Stretching his neck, he removed the white collar piece at the front of his shirt, placing it in his coat pocket.

"Now" he began coldly "shall we begin the fun?"

Turning around, Blitzø decided now was a good time to speak up. "Fun, aye? What kinda fun we talkin. Shots, blow, maybe a good old fashioned threesome?" He asked, hoping to get under this 'Father' Cain's skin.

He was surprised, however, when the 'Father' just laughed, glancing over his shoulder at him.

"Your tricks won't work on me demon. I'm used to your tricks by now." He spoke happily, grabbing a small gun like object. Placing that down, he inspected a series of bottles.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Blitzø spoke up. "You clearly know more us then those dumbass agent dickwads did, so... what's your game?" He asked, trying to be serious.

The human stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, he spoke up, "I know much about you. For instance, your the other Imps boss, hence he calls you Sir." He spoke coyly, still inspecting the myriad of items he'd brought.

"I also know you've killed people on three different continants, although I wonder how many you came up to kill specifically and how many were collateral." He spoke again.

Turning around he held a small bottle, walking forwards he leaned over Blitzø "I also know you can only get to the living world if your a succubus, a demon lord, or... you have a Grimoire."

Blitzø chuckled, "What is that some kinda fish?" He asked, trying to play dumb.

The 'Father' chuckled, shaking his head, "Besides how do you know I'm not a succubus, I can hold my own in the sack." He spoke smugly.

The 'Father' stared at him, an eerie smile crossing his lips.

"You want to know how i know what you are?" He asked coldly, cold eyes sending a shiver down his spine and not in the good way.

Before he could ask what I was, the father reach forwards, ripping a hole in his pants leg. "What the fuck?!" He yelled at him, "These are my good pants!"

Not minding him, the 'Father' removed a second bottle. "This" He showed him a small blue bottle, "Is poisen to Succubus." He said simply, opening the bottle and revealing an eye dropper, dropping two little droplets on his leg.

Nothing happened, the cool liquid sliding down and observing into his pant leg. Putting the bottle away He showed the original brown bottle, "This... is for Imps." He said simply.

Opening the bottle, it revealed another eye drop, holding it over his thigh, he dropped a single drop on his leg.

This time his whole body reacted, he pulled against his bindings as he released a blood curdling screech.

It felt like someone was jamming a molten hot poker into his thigh. It went on for minutes, the Imp whining in pain. "What the fuck do you want you sick fuck?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

A small smile crossed the 'Father's' lips before he stood up and told him "I want to show you something."

Walking over to the table, he grabbed that wooden case before bringing it over to the Imps.

Crouching down besides the both of them, he told the both of them "These are my most prized possessions." He spoke warmly, running his hand across the wooden case.

"What'cha got there? Ya dildo collection?" He tried to sound smug, though the Imp was still writhing in pain.

He heard moxxie tried to laugh, but it died in his throat, the smaller Imp still terrified by his boss's earlier reaction.

Opening the case, he revealed several colourful arrow heads, each one varying in size, shape and colour.

It took a long time, the imp looking over the arrow heads before he realised, 'Those aren't arrow heads... there demon tails.'

"Fuck..." Blitzø gasped, he heard Moxxie sputter out a similar cuss, just as scared behind him.

The 'Father' on the other hand, seemed quite proud, gently trailing his fingers across the tail heads.

"These are my life's work" He spoke calmly, "I've dedicated my life to hunting demons like you." He trailed his fingers across the tails, "Most of these are from Succubus. They can come and go from my world to yours the easiest, so most of the demons we find are Succubus."

He pointed to two crimson tail tips, "But these two... these two are special."

Leaning in, he spoke gently "These two... are from Imps." The revelation seemed to bring bile into the back of Blitzøs throat.

"Jesus..." moxxie said shakily, turning his head and throwing up.

Blitzø took a deep breath, doing his best not to throw up. Looking back at the human he found him holding up a tail head.

"This one" he told him, twirling it between his fingers, "I got at a little beach city. The city getting my attention after a giant demonic fish had popped up. Sound familiar." He asked with a smirk.

"Unfortunately most of them had used there demonic charm to escaped the police before I arrived... key word being, 'most'." He told him, turning his attention back on the tail head.

"I got this one from a succubus. She hid herself as a chubby little black woman. She played dumb, just like you, and much like you she was cocky and ignorant." Placing the tail tip into the container, he said coldly, "But now..."

He left the question open, clearly trying get in there heads. The problem being... it was working.

Standing up the human didn't speak for several long moments, before he placed the case on Blitzøs lap, gently telling him "Hold this"

Blitzø's whole body froze up, a deep sickness growing in his stomach as he felt the cool wooden case on his lap.

The human walked over to the mirror Blitzø only just noticed. The human stared at it for a long moment, the silence in the room becoming palpable.

Until the silence was dashed when the 'Father' smashed his arm through the mirror, before throwing his body back smashing the male agent through the mirror and slamming him into the wall.

Looking at his slumped form, 'Father Cain turned back to the now broken mirror, finding the terrified female agent standing there.

Releasing a deep sigh, the 'father' began climbing in through the now broken double sided mirror.

"It was your doing, wasn't it?" He asked, "I said I needed no witnesses, but you always did hold him back. What a waste of potential." The 'Father' told her, before grabbing her and dragging her through the window.

Bringing her to her knees, he grasped the sides of her head.

The woman desperately clawing at his arms. The female agent releasing a desperate cry for mercy as he began crushing her head.

Blood began trailing from her eyes and nose, crying out until her head splattered between his hands, sending a splatter of bone and brain matter across his face.

Dropping her now destroyed head, he realised it, the now sludge like head hit the ground with a wet splat.

Before the 'Father' flicked his hands, looked back at the Imps, "What the fuck are you?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

The human only smiled, walking over, he gently grabbed the wooden case before walking back over and placing it on the table.

Walking over to the now collapsed male agent, he placed his foot on the side of his head. "I... am alpha and Omega." He said coldly, staring him right in the eyes before crushing the other agents head beneath his foot.

Walking back to the table, he grabbed a red cloth, wiping his face before placing on his glasses he turned to the two Imps.

"Oh Satan... Oh, Satan please, please help me" Moxxie begged, clearly losing his shit. "Please just let me see Millie one last time, I don't want to die."

Before Blitzø could snap at his limp dick employee for showing weakness, the roof began to rumble, bit suddenly gave way, Millie falling through carrying a battle axe.

"MILLIE!!!" Moxxie practically cried, tears of joy beading in his eyes.

"MOX!" Millie cried back, rushing over and getting them out of ther bindings.

Just after that Loona broke through the door, Blitzø taking a moment to tell her how proud he was to see her in the field.

Now all free and together they turned to the 'Father', finding him still very much cool and collected, the sight sending a bone chilling shiver down his spine.

"Just in time" The human spoke, seemingly happy at the outcome "Its so good to see a family reunited."

"Now I imagine one of you have my Grimoire?" He asked inspecting his fingers. "Give it to me and I'll let you leave."

Now it was Blitzøs turn to chuckle, "Nah, I don't think so." He spoke cockily, reaching into his emergency pack for a gun.

The 'Father' just chuckled again, standing up straight he snapped his finger. And like it were choreographed, dozens of suit wearing humans burst into the room.

"Gentlemen!" He addressed them "These demonic scum have killed your commanders. And they shall do it again and again and again, until you send them back to hell." He told them, stepping into the back room.

The fight after that was one of the best Blitzø had ever had, although it would have been even better if he didn't have this injured leg.

Regardless, the whole thing was so bad ass and everyone was working together so well. He even got to see his Loony kick some ass.

Firing a missle, from his over sized launcher, he cleared what was left of the agents.

He'd though that was it, there weren't anybody left to stop them.

He was wrong.

The lights to switch to red, an alarm start blaring through the facility.

They all made for the door, only for a series of doors to slam in there face, locking them in the room.

His Loony tried desperately to read the book, but couldn't see anything in the crimson light that filled the room

It was then he heard a slow clapping, all of them turning to find the 'Father' giving them a condescending clap.

"Well done, Hellspawn, Well done. You've killed all the witnesses, depleted your ammunition and now I know you can't read the Grimoire in crimson light. Well done."

Standing before them, even outnumbered and unharmed, the 'Father' seemed to hold total control of the situation.

Before he could think of something any, all the air seemed to such out of the room, demonic whispers filling the room like shadows.

"You dare threaten my Impish little plaything~" the whispers spoke.

He knew this voice, but like his friends and family, he chose not to speak, too caught up in the moment.

Screens flew off the wall, avian footprints trailed across the floor. The bodies of the dead agents rose to there feet, eyes black as they began the intricate process of drawing some demonic symbol from there own blood.

Stepping back the 'Fther' looked about, before smiling, "Finally" He whispered, pulling out a flask and began chugging it.

Shadows seemed to slither like a million black snakes crawled across the floor, disappearing at the 'Fathers' feet.

There was a long pause before the human bent over and violently projectile vomited, throwing up what seemed like gallons of black liquid from his mouth.

The vomiting stopped, the human standing back up.

The back liquid slowly pulled itself to gathering, slowly morphing into a figure.

The black tar slowly formed into feathers, limbs and fingers, a set of crimson eyes appearing in the black goo.

The figure appeared to be Stolas. But this was not the elegant demon lord of hell.

This being was a wretched, wounded animal, covered in filth.

The 'Father' just wiped his mouth, that cold gaze returning to his eyes. Stepping forwards he grabbed Stolas by the filthy collar, staring him down.

The owl demon was a sputtering mess, coughing up black liquids as he tried to breathproperly.

The owl looked up at him.

And for the very first time in wjat was likely a millennia of existence, Stolas looked Terrified.

Not scared.

Terrified.

Grabbing at the arms of the human, the Prince of Hell sputtered out, "W-what are you?"

The human stopped, looking down at the owl, leaning down and whispered, "I am the beginning... and i am the end..."

The owl just stared up at him in horror, the humans hand coming to wrap around his throat, the demon feebly attempting to break free from his grasp.

There was a long moment where the only sound in the room was the prince's pitiful wheezing, frail little cries coming from the owl as the life was squeezed out of him.

The sounds were seemingly corked by a wet smack ringing out.

Blitzø had taken one of the agents weapons, a large knife and had impaled the 'Human' through the lower stomach.

There was a long moment of silence, before the 'human' slowly turned to look at him with that same cold gaze.

Without releasing Stolas, he pulled his arm back and smacked Blitzø, sending him sliding back to his friends.

Reaching down, he grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his back without hesitation.

Nothing came from his wound, and when pulling the knife out, no blood stained it's blade.

With knife in hand, he released the owl, letting his pathetic form hit the ground, the owl desperately gasping for breath.

Leaning down, you grasped Stolas' wrist, the owl releasing a pathetic little gasp of pain, followed by a frail little whimper as the 'Human' slid the blade across his wrist.

But what came next left them all shocked.

Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he pressed his mouth down before greedily suckling the foul blood straight from his veins.

He drank down the demons fowl blood, not making a sound cept the muscles of his throat contracting to push the fowl liquid down his throat.

The demons black blood flowed down his throat. Every demon in the room just watched, to shocked to think and to fearful to do anything as you had your way with the Prince.

After a few minutes of the 'Father' drinking the demons blood, he finally released the demons wrist. The owl quickly clutching his wrist to his chest as he desperately clawing to get away from the 'human'.

The 'Father' stood there, panting as a demons black blood stained his lips.

When he finally opened his eyes, they held a Unholy glint to them.

Wiping his lips he walked forwards, calmly packing what few items had survived the fighting into his bag before Putting on his glasses and placing the small white band into his shirt collar.

Walking past the now cowering demon Prince, he leaned over and pressed one of the buttons on the dashboard, instantly the lights returned to normal.

Stepping before the group they awaited some sort of attack, or threat, what they got instead was a single phrase "Excuse me."

He said it so simply, each hellborne took a moment to make sure they'd heard correctly.

Each of them just stared for a moment before Millie spoke up, "What?"

The human raised a brow, lowering his glasses he asked again, this time his voice cold, threateningly cold, "Excuse me."

The demons awkwardly stepped to the side, giving him a clear path to walk.

Walking past them he gave them a slight nod, "Thank you."

The demons were all in shock, silently watching the 'human' walk away from them.

"That's it?" Blitzø asked before he could stop himself, quickly slamming his hands to his mouth.

The 'Father' stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, he smiled, "Kill you later." He told them playfully, lowering his glasses and giving them a wink.

He walked away, the eerie sound of his shoes on cold tile floors permanently burned into there memory.

Hey Hey, I hope you enjoyed. I really wanted to try something a bit different. I had the idea for this in my head since episode 6 came out and I just really like the idea of an unknown entity showing up with either motive or intentions clear to anyone.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, I really wanna start writing more of my own original ideas, so expect more content in the future. Bye Bye.

[star-freckled-kitten]

Collection of spooky/scary cats art!!

In order:

• Cannibal!Misto from @baconandbuscuits ‘s au! They gave me permission to redraw/make fanart!

• Cryptic Misto with a scared Victoria!

•Cursed Demeter :( she got her face stolen by Macavity

[johnnylonzo]

i love seeing the rise of cryptic misto. twink finially going ape shit

[sillybub]

☾ ■ ∇ for misto!

☾ - sleep headcanon

When Mistoffelees takes a nap, NOBODY can find him.  Does he disappear into the nether realm?  Or is he simply curled up behind the laundry machine?  Nobody knows. 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Mistoffelees is SUPER neat.  He likes having everything put away, even if it's an item he uses often. If it's not in immediate use, then it's put away. That being said, he doesn't like having a lot of empty space, so he has LOTS of pretty trinkets and decorations decorating his home. He has glow in the dark stars stuck to his ceiling and lots of pretty blankets and throw pillows covering the furniture.

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

Mistoffelees, while he's young, isn't fond of being super old and feeble. The dread lessens as the years go on, and he fully embraces his role of Weird Old Wizard Who Gives Cryptic Advise To Young Protagonists.

[therum-tum-misto]

Is Jemima magical 🤔

Short answer: yes!

Long answer under the cut, because I mean Long:

So obviously this'll change with production/interpretation but as with everything I'm going on '98 to make it easy for us all, and also on my default headcanons, which are almost shamefully basic and therefore pretty well known.

Jemima is (biologically) the child of Demeter and Macavity. Obviously she's never known Macavity and was raised by loving parents in the Junkyard tribe. She never actually shows signs of magic as a kitten, and she's the sweetest cat that ever lived, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief about having dodged the Mini Macavity bullet

While she never showed signs of active magic, she was.... distant. (This gets into a thing on how magic manifests and how it affects its hosts and it's kind of involved and we'd be here forever, but just know it makes sense ok? I can expand on it if so desired.) She bonded with the other kittens but not... as much as the rest of them bonded with each other, and she had a tendency to wander off for seemingly no reason, and stare into space for long amounts of time. Which isn't so weird- she is younger, and quiet, and maybe just not quite as social as her peers. Apart from those couple things she's thriving socially, so it's whatever.

When Jemima is just getting to be an older kitten, however, (think seven or eight in human years) things... change.

Tantomile and Coricopat move into the junkyard. They're older kittens (late teens), and they are, without a doubt, magical. They can not only sense cats out of eye and ear range, but identify them correctly. They seem to, to some level, be able to see the future, and the present. And not only that but their powers are honed- they can tell the fortune of a specific cat or the outcome of a specific event, and while they're cryptic, they're unfailingly accurate.

Jemima latches onto Tantomile the second she meets her. The twins are... offputting, to say the least, to any cat who's grown up with some kind of social expectations, but Jemima doesn't see it. She isn't bothered by the unblinking stares and creepy unison movements, and she follows them (but especially Tantomile) wherever they go, as much as she's allowed. Coricopat is kind of neutral on her, and doesn't mind her, but Tantomile actually enjoys having her around.

In fact, Tantomile is the first to notice her magic. The adults in her life barely bothered looking for it, since she never displayed any of the physical traits that indicate magic and never levitated or teleported anything. But a month after they move there, Tanto and Cori argued, and Jemima found Tantomile sulking thinking things over afterward. Jemima has no siblings, and certainly no connection like Tantomile and Coricopat experience, with anyone. But when Tantomile refused to tell her what was wrong, she sympathetically put her paw on Tantomile's shoulder, and proceeded to relay exactly everything Tantomile was feeling, in an "I know you must feel...." way. Word for word, and even some of the things Tanto had yet to find words for. But she was exactly on the mark.

Even if she hadn't Felt it, Tanto would have known she was talking to another magical cat.

The thing about Jemima's magic is, it's passive. She can't start or stop it, like Mistoffelees can, and can't choose when to use it to it's fullest, like the twins. She's kind of hovering in a space of half-magic, where she can see and feel and understand the things magical cats can (and then some) but she herself has no powers to wield. Which is why she doesn't Look like a magical cat- the stress Demeter was under during her pregnancy effectively quashed any development Jemima's magic might have undergone. But that doesn't mean it's not there.

Her magic is what we see during Moments of Happiness, and again in Memory- the twins can feel that Grizabella was there, but they can't feel or speak what she was feeling, like Jemima can. And Jemima can't make that initial connection, because she doesn't have enough magic to reach out with, without Grizabella right there. Which is why in moments of happiness, Tantomile has to touch her before she gets up and sings. But once that happens, Jemima understands what's going on and who Grizabella is (not just to the tribe, but her whole life, her triumphs and hardships and fears, everything) and that's why she sings in the reprise of Memory, she doesn't need Grizabella to tell her who she is.

It's why she's so insistent on trying to touch Grizabella before Moments Of Happiness- not curiosity, but because she can feel her, just out of reach.

Most of the Jellicles never find out about Jemima's magic, and write that one instance off as an effect of the Jellicle Moon. Tantomile and Coricopat know, of course, and so does Demeter, since Tantomile told her almost straight away. Old Deuteronomy knows, as he has some magic himself, and magical cats can identify each other, at any time throught any disguise. It follows that Mistoffelees knows as well.

(Misto is the most powerful cat there, and when he first met Jemima he almost immediately understood what was going on. He was still pretty young and incredibly skittish, but the first thing he did when they met was allow her to touch him, since she could sense his magic but wouldn't know anything about it and whether or not it was safe.)

(On this note... these things go both ways, between magical cats. Without any way to truly connect to non-magical cats, Jemima can connect to others but not vice versa. However, with the help of the twins, she was able to relate to Grizabella as if they both had magic. These things are finicky, but this is the force behind "if you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is"... normal cats don't work like that, but with the interference of Jemima's magic (via Tanto and Cori) the cats who touch Grizabella experience her feelings as Jemima would.)

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Heres something for the Jellicle Halloween event at @junkyard-gifs for the prompt: Cryptid

Rooster is dressed as a scarecrow and cryptid has become a crow to match

And some chicks decided to be corn and some wanted to be crows 😊

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A lesson about Mega Cursed Tuggoffelees by ✍️anon

On Jan 5th 2020, user wornout-pinkscarf posted a pic that she drew. 

A cat, who I would assume is 2019Munkustrap, is asking 2019Tugger "Who'd you get all that milk for?". To which in response, 2019Tugger points up. The next picture, shows cryptic Misto, Moscow Misto, and stuttgart misto perched up above, watching 2019Tugger.

wornout-pinkscarf has stated "None of them blink, and they all watch Tugger sleep"

To make it easy for myself (and others) I came up with names for the different misto's

Moscow Misto is Tuman, which means "mist" in Russian

Stuttgart Misto is Nebel, which means "mist" in German

Cryptic Misto is Mistoffelees, but if in your fanfic you include 2019Misto, I would recommend making his name Gregory or Tåke which is Norwegian for fog.

That's your guide to Mega Cursed Tuggoffelees, I hope you and many others learn to love this ship!

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I love that so much