#cryptid misto

[etchif]

I love Misto's concept art design bbgirl why are you so scary

[gotham-native]

my beloved trash puppets

(ft. OBC cryptid Misto)

[emmikay]

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.

[missing-sock-misto]

Jellicle Ask game: 1, 3, 7

Hi! (So I wrote a drabble for number 7, lol)

1. Favourite Swing

I honestly really like George, simply for the headcanon that he’s actually a dog? It’s incredibly silly but I do think it’s adorable.

3. Favourite Replica costume

I Love Misto’s outfit. It says so much about his character, he's neat, fancy, helps him stand out of a crowd,

(Moscow 2005 Misto)

I love the little black splotch on his leg, it's reminicent of the markings you'll see on actual tuxedo cat legs.

I also love that he has a single missing sock. Hence my username. Three white limbs, one black arm. It's very cute, is distinctive and unusual for tuxedos. (Which is why I don't like the Broadway revival giving him two black socks, one on opposite limbs. No.)

I also have a particular fondness for the more modern show number tuxedo, especially Xavier Pellin. It's more reminiscent of a figure skater outfit. The black velvet makes it a deeper black than Tugger's grey-black. But I like how the white patch ends just below his chest, while his chorus outfit ends at his midriff. it's like he buttoned up his coat XD

I like the idea that Misto can shapeshift slightly, going from all black to tuxedo depending on his mood XD

7. Favourite sibling headcanons

Tugger, Munk and Mac are brothers and the sons of old Deut, though Munk has a different mom. Mac is the easiest to not make a Deuteronomy, but it is my preference.

Also while I love the ‘Misto and Victoria are twins’ headcanon, I actually prefer it when Misto is fully an outsider to the Tribe, or even something supernatural in the skin of a cat. Sometimes, this is how I play around with the "Eldritch Misto" idea. So I actually like the idea that Misto and Victoria are foster siblings. Victoria found Misto as a kitten, and they adopted each other. They call each other twins because they don’t know when Misto was born so they just share a birth date.

One idea: When baby Victoria, (who is the daughter of Bustopher Jones's sister), played around the home, she felt the shadows watching her. It raised the fur on the back of her neck, like after rubbing a balloon. Her siblings hated the shadows, arching their backs and opening their mouths in snarls she couldn’t hear. But the shadows didn’t scare her. At first she thought it was the Everlasting Cat watching her. But then she realized it was different. This was not the comforting glow she felt when she stared up at the full moon. This was a quieter feeling, mist on a moonless night wrapping her gently in silver. It was the tingle on her tongue as she looked at the sky heavy with clouds, while lights flickered and flashed overhead. The lights scared her siblings too.

She started tossing toys or bits of her food into the shadow. The toys returned, the food disappeared. Her momma thought she had made an imaginary friend. It was not imaginary.

But it was a friend.

One by one, her siblings found new homes in large hands that caressed them. Hands touched her and held her, but never chose her. Her mother licked her fur with static strokes, her chest vibrating gently. The vibrations fascinated Victoria. So many things made them. The regular thumps as the humans feet hit the floor, the shaking as a truck pulled up to the house.

One day, strange men whose scents she did not recognize invaded her home. Their footsteps sent percussive shocks up her legs. She hid, watching as they put wooden tables into cardboard boxes before carrying them away. She had to move as one by one her favorite hiding spots were taken- the men upending cabinets and removing blankets. Finally, tucked away somewhere high in a nook with no furniture, she was safe. She wiggled her toes against the floor of her hiding place, enjoying the rhythmic vibrations as the strangers moved so far below. Safe, she curled into a ball, and fell asleep.

When she wakes up, the house is empty, and she is alone. No humans. No boxes. No momma. She runs through the house, mouth open, throat vibrating in a way that got momma’s attention, trying to find someone, anyone. After hours of searching the desolate house, she gives up, curling up on sore legs. She shivers, both from cold and tears.

She is awoken by something hitting her back. She unfurls quickly, so quickly she loses her footing and slips on the floor. But her heart soars. Maybe her momma is back! She is greeted by an empty room. At her feet is one of her toys, a little ball. Her hope dies all over again, grief welling up in her, even more choking than before. She buries her face in her arms. She feels a thump as another toy collides with her back. She straightens once again, more angry than sad now. Can't she be allowed to cry in peace? Out of the darkness, another toy, a little round mouse, flies towards her. She bats it aside angrily and opens her mouth. She feels her throat vibrate. She'd see her mother flinch and rub her ears when she did that. She thought it had been funny. The darkness retreats, allowing the evening sun to filter through the room once again. She hadn't realized the room had been so dark. But instead of feeling satisfied or relieved, she feels even more lonely than before. She curls back into a ball, burying her nose under her stubby tail.

After a few minutes, the shadows return, coalescing by her side, a small pool of void. When it departs, a bit of food remains. At first, she thinks about batting it away too. Instead, she manages to eat a mouthful. Then another. Soon the food is gone, wolfed down into her empty stomach. She hadn't realized how hungry she had been. She nods gratefully at the dark, before curling back into a ball.

Day turns to night. She shivers in her corner, the loneliness almost colder than the autumnal chill. Her lungs shudder with soundless tears. She wants her momma.

The air takes on an electric thrum, making all her fur stand up on its end. She sits up, confused. Before her, the shadows pool together, growing thicker and denser, until a patch of Void sit in the corner of the room. Colors flicker in the depths, oil slick rainbows swirling in the black. She stares in astonishment as the shadows tighten, and then open their eyes. Unnatural electric blue and lightning yellow eyes glow back at her. They blink, and when they open again, they are no longer glowing. A kitten steps out of the darkness. It is her age, her size. No, it is more than that. It is her mirror, her inverse rendered in shadow. The only difference is that one of the kitten's eyes is yellow instead of blue. She blinks. The kitten blinks back. It approaches her cautiously. It is clumsy, as if it has never walked before.

It approaches until it is only a few inches away. She should feel terrified. But the strange kitten is familiar, misty night air and lightning storm rain. Almost out of instinct, she holds out her paw. The kitten mirrors, holding out its left. They touch. It’s like sticking her paw in an icy creek. She flinches away, startled. The kitten tilts its head, confused. Then its eyes narrow with concentration. It holds out its paw again, inviting. This time, the paw is warm beneath her own.

They curl up together that night, her old friend and her. She is warm.

When her Uncle comes to retrieve her, he is confused by the new kitten. He knows the kittens his sister had, and this was not one of them. Victoria clings to the stranger, tails twined together. He gestures as the black kitten and shakes his head. He was only here for his niece, for his family. Victoria puffs up, and wraps herself over the kitten, eyes defiant. He is coming with us, her eyes say.

Bustopher hesitates for a moment, before he chuckles. "I guess this is my nephew," he says outloud to himself. At least the two looked similar. Uncannily similar, really. A Victoria dropped in ink.

Some tension in the girl eases, sensing the change in her Uncle's demeanor even if she can't hear his words. He smiles gently at her, and gestures towards the door. She hesitates, tightening her grip around her new brother questioningly. Bustopher nods, and gestures again to the door.

He leaves with two kittens in tow. When the black kitten's face and paws turn white, a reflection of his own tuxedo coat, he is not as surprised as he should be. There was something unearthly about the kitten, too fluid to be natural. But he decides that this action is one of acknowledgement. He chuckles. "Welcome to the family,” he tells the boy.

Thank you for the ask!

Lol, I did not mean for that to turn into a drabble, whoops 😅

[mistoffeless]

Anyone fancy bringing back the gorgeous cryptic Mistoffelees? I think he would look fabulous on his own coin!

[gaylittlewizardcat]

[dididems]

Cats Secret Santa 2022: Cryptid Mistoffelees!

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! 🌟

[rudolphsb9]

"MAAAA! THERES A WEIRD FUCKIN CAT OUTSIDE!!!" but it's Mistoffelees

[eldritchmist]

Tugger: Valentine's day is coming! Love is in the air!

Mistoffelees: *burns sage*

[naturepointstheway]

Baby who tries Mistoffelees can be a cryptid sometimes, as a treat. (I love the idea of Misto looking cuter and more adorable as he does in recent productions but when he goes cryptid, he goes CRYPTID.

[gotham-native]

writers block made me it's bitch so Demelonzostrap HCs and stories are on pause take this cryptid misto for filler content

[emmikay]

[mistoffeless]

@rainbowratsstuff look what turned up today!! I love it! Can't wait to buy more!! LOVE the hand drawn Misto!!

[emmikay]

fair enough

Your daily dose of cat memes

[gaylittlewizardcat]

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

[eldritchmist]

Coricopat: We all know how you will die but only Misto knows, when you will die.

Tugger: Ok, so how I will die?

Tantomile: You'll be killed by Misto.

Tugger:

Tugger: ...oh