#except Jemima

[mochatears]

More silly Jemima the Teenage Warlock AU designs !! Jem’s weird, gay uncles Tugger and Mistoffelees. She hasn’t seen them in a few years, and her parents won’t tell her why.

“Four fucking years and you were too much of a bastard to apologise, why the fuck are you here now?”

To be fair on Munk, he did try calling, but Tugger has his number blocked.

[cillyscribbles]

If we had a daughter / I'd watch and could not save her / She'd meet the same cruel fate / I've gotta run so I can undo this mistake

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Finally got around to getting all of my TPN doujinshi in one pic

List of titles below the cut (ordered from top left → bottom right):

Title 1: The Paradise Never ends Circle: TinyArchange Authors: むらさき (Murasaki), 新川* (Shinkawa*), せんぎり (Sengiri), 荒瀬 (Arase), ると (Ruto), M2ya Ships: Noremma, Norray, Gen Full Score Trio Release Date: 2019-12-28

Title 2: snow Circle: にじぎん (Nijigin) Author: こめ (Kome) Ship: Rayemma Release Date: 2022-6-12

Title 3: シリウスの子 (Eng: Son of Sirius) Circle: にじぎん (Nijigin) Author: こめ (Kome) Ship: Rayemma Release Date: 2023-8-11

Title 4: フルスコアCPアンソロジー【家族以上の君だから】 (Eng: Full Score Coupling Anthology [Because you are more than family]) Circle: マシュマロ工房 (Marshmallow Workshop) Ships: Noremma, Norray Release Date: 2019-5-4

Title 5: beautiful days Circle: にじぎん (Nijigin) Author: こめ (Kome) Ship: Norrayemma Release Date: 2019-7-14

Title 6: さよならの向う側。 (Eng: Other Side of Goodbye.) Circle: にじぎん (Nijigin) Author: こめ (Kome) Ship: Rayemma Release Date: 2021-11-28

Title 7: worried people Circle: ATTAY Author: ふう (Fuu) Ship: Rayemma Release Date: 2019-6-1

Title 8: Play For Corpse (Prey For Corpse? It’s divided into two sections—“Play” and “Prey”—so ?) Circle: BWC Author: まこ (Mako) Ships: Norray, Platonic Norman & Vincent Release Date: 2020-5-22

Title 9: HOLIDAY Circle: 名前はいらない (Don't want a name) Ships: Noremma, Norray, Rayemma, Norrayemma Release Date: 2022-12-18

Title 10: HOLIDAY2 Circle: 名前はいらない (Don't want a name) Ships: Noremma, Norray, Rayemma, Norrayemma Release Date: 2023-7-24

Title 11: 手を伸ばせばそこにあるもの (Eng: What’s There When You Reach Out Your Hand) Circle: にじぎん (Nijigin) Author: こめ (Kome) Ship: Rayemma Release Date: 2019-10-14

Title 12: Dear my・・・ Circle: mugi茶 (Barley Tea) Author: ながつき (Nagatsuki) Ships: Natanna, Marknaila, Platonic Alicia & Jemima & Yvette coping with their dads’ deaths </3 Release Date: 2020-2-23

Title 13: memoria (the 209-page omnibus, the holy grail) Circle: レディビット (ReadyBit) Ships: Noremma, Norray, Norrayemma, Rayemma, Yuucas Release Date: 2019-5-4

[chiropteracupola]

Okay actually all previous opinions rescinded on how this show does science. the dislike I have for Whatever That Just Was is fully and entirely off the charts.

[godnattakatta]

like demecavity is like that one joker and harley quinn panel (might be fanart idk and idc lol) where he's kneeling in front of her, crying and clutching her dress tightly and she is looking down at him with love in her eyes, a hand in his hair and the text was something like 'everyone sees the joker laugh, but only harley has ever seen him cry' and yes it is corny and blablabla but nonetheless. she had such a special place in his heart/life. i've said it before and i'll say it again but: were she literally any other cat that left him he'd have just killed her. but he doesn’t, he tries to kidnap her, because he *wants her back*. and that love for Demeter might be the only good this useless excuse for a cat will ever be able to feel

[elegantfelinity]

[1americanconservative]

A great woman erased from history by idiots. The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents. Now future generations will not even know this beautiful woman existed. What a shame.

The world knew her as “Aunt Jemima”, but her given name was Nancy Green and she was a true American success story. She was born a slave in 1834 Montgomery County, KY. and became a wealthy superstar in the advertising world, as its first living trademark. Green was 56-yrs old when she was selected as spokesperson for a new ready-mixed, self-rising pancake flour and made her debut in 1893 at a fair and exposition in Chicago. She demonstrated the pancake mix and served thousands of pancakes, and became an immediate star.

She was a good storyteller, her personality was warm and appealing, and her showmanship was exceptional. Her exhibition booth drew so many people that special security personnel were assigned to keep the crowds moving.

Nancy Green was signed to a lifetime contract, traveled on promotional tours all over the country, and was extremely well paid. Her financial freedom and stature as a national spokesperson enabled her to become a leading advocate against poverty and in favor of equal rights for all Americans. She maintained her job until her death in 1923, at age 89.

This was a remarkable woman, and sadly she has been ERASED by politics. I wanted you to know and remind you in this cancel culture time period.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

#ray with a piping bag making frosting flowers w jemima

ray  being  a  stern  “eat  ur  vegetables”  type  cook  for  his  family,    but  also  ray  picking  up  baking  bc  he  knows  how  much  the  kids  appreciate  being  able  to  have  sweets  again……………………….  ray  making  cookies  and  sitting  down  with  his  elbows  on  the  table  and  threading  his  fingers  over  his  mouth  and  finding  it  hard  to  explain  to  emma    &.    norman  why  this  suddenly  makes  him  sad  but  the  kids  remember  yuugo  and  they  can  do  it  for  him  and

[jeusussavearmyveteran1205]

A great woman erased from history by idiots.

The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents. Now future generations will not even know this beautiful woman existed. What a shame. The world knew her as “Aunt Jemima”, but her given name was Nancy Green and she was a true American success story. She was born a slave in 1834 Montgomery County, KY. and became a wealthy superstar in the advertising world, as its first living trademark. Green was 56-yrs old when she was selected as spokesperson for a new ready-mixed, self-rising pancake flour and made her debut in 1893 at a fair and exposition in Chicago. She demonstrated the pancake mix and served thousands of pancakes, and became an immediate star. She was a good storyteller, her personality was warm and appealing, and her showmanship was exceptional. Her exhibition booth drew so many people that special security personnel were assigned to keep the crowds moving. Nancy Green was signed to a lifetime contract, traveled on promotional tours all over the country, and was extremely well paid. Her financial freedom and stature as a national spokesperson enabled her to become a leading advocate against poverty and in favor of equal rights for all Americans. She maintained her job until her death in 1923, at age 89. This was a remarkable woman, and sadly she has been ERASED by politics. I wanted you to know and remind you in this cancel culture time period.

[youling-the-ghost]

Now that we have some more canon ao3 tags, here's a revised ao3 tagging guide from tumblr user youling-the-ghost (or insertkoolnamehere on ao3)!

(quick note: this one is going to focus on things specific to the sfth fandom so it's not going to touch up on the general stuff like warnings and rating, but feel free to check out this post for a more general guide :])

(another quick note: all of the tagging conventions that I mention here are how canon sfth tags have historically been formatted, but there's always a chance that a new tag has a different way of formatting.)

Fandoms

You're most likely going to need two types of tags: the general Shoot from the Hip - Fandom tag and the longforms/sketches (if applicable).

If you need to tag a longform, you should format it like this:

[longform name] - Shoot From The Hip Sketch (e.g. The Unrelenting Aubergine - Shoot From The Hip Sketch)

This is especially relevant if you're the first person to write for a longform (I was the first person to write for Wild Wet & Worrisome, for example).

Here's an example of how I tagged my ditch fic just for reference:

Even though the Shoot From The Hip - Fandom tag redirects to the British Comedy RPF tag, it's still good to tag your fics as such just so there's a tag that encompasses all sfth tags.

Note: We can also try and get a Shoot From The Hip - All Media Types tag going as sort of our own sfth fandom tag, but I'm not certain that the ao3 team would be willing to make it canon. This might be something worth emailing the ao3 team about.

Characters

Character tags are pretty straightforward. Every character should be formatted like this:

[character name] (longform which the character originates from) (e.g. Titch (The Unrelenting Aubergine))

Again, this especially applies if you're the first person to write a fic about a character.

For characters with canon last names, the full name is usually listed without the longform at the end like this:

But there are some exceptions, such as Jemima Steven:

(my guess is that Jemima's surname canonically changes from Steven to Jeffrey so this is just easier)

Relationships

Relationship tags are also pretty straightforward. They should be formatted like this:

character 1 (longform 1)/character 2 (longform 2)

However, here are some things to note:

The characters should be sorted alphabetically (i.e. the character whose name is first alphabetically is listed as the first person in the relationship tag)

If two characters are from the same fandom, the longform only needs to be put in the end. e.g. Derek/Titch (The Unrelenting Aubergine)

/ indicates a romantic relationship while & indicates a platonic relationship. Remember that they're not interchangeable.

There also aren't many existing canon relationship tags in the sfth fandom, so chances are you'll have to write out the whole tag yourself instead of just searching up an existing canon tag.

Tags to Avoid

You shouldn't use these fandom tags because they have weird redirecting issues and could result in your fic being incorrectly tagged:

Shoot from the Hip Universe - it redirects to the D&D campaign

Shoot from the Hip Sketch - it redirects to The Unrelenting Aubergine

Shoot from the Hip fandom (without the hyphen) - it redirects to Beetroots & Murder

Shoot from the Hip Improv - it redirects to Beetroots & Murder

The ao3 team might be able to sort these problems out, but for the time being these tags probably should be off-limits just to avoid mistagging your fics.

Lastly, here is a document that compiles all of the existing canon sfth tags that you can use as a reference. I'll try my best to update it as frequently as I can, but feel free to DM me if I missed any :]

My DM's are always open if you need help with navigating ao3 (it can be difficult I know, I've been there) and I really hope this post helped!!

[marabout2772]

Just a silly little comic of my hc, Derek's very first impression of Titch ! 😔✊🏽

(From shoot from the hip's longform, the unrelenting aubergine, again)

Ofc it was love at first sigh for Derek 😀 Titch have some temper issues and Derek find this incredibly attractive. Later on, Derek will help Titch navigates his feelings, but for now he's just enjoying the ride 🙈

bonus panel ⬇️

The cool and strong lady was invented just for the plot, and i really want to name her Jemima, you know, for the meme 🙈

Likes are cools, reblogs are cooler btw, it keeps tumblr alive !

A few headcanons below the cut !

At this point i imagine that James and Titch are in very bad terms, their father's not dead yet, but very sick, and this is really impacting Titch's mood and his capacity to regulate his emotions

I like to think that Titch is a stubborn mf by nature, and this, in addition of all this situation, make him really insufferable by moment. The precedent assistant actually quit bc he couldn't stand Titch's outburst anymore

Thanks god for Jemima (yes thats her name now) who has a strong mind and is not too bothered by Titch's atitude. She worries a lot for him and James, but she can't do anything except helping at the farm, so that's how she shows her support. Titch will be very grateful for it, but for now he's too much in his own head to notice her efforts

Then comes Derek, remplacing the former assistant. He is very patient, very persistent, and very much in love. So after countless tentatives of trying to get closer (that involves a lot of failures, a near firing experience, and this "one time that counted a lot for me"), Titch finally let his walls down, and accept that Derek actually want to help him. Derek actually want to love him. He still has trouble believing it sometime, still have a lot to re learn, but they're moving forward together.

At some point, Jemima, seeing that Titch doesnt need her anymore, will allow herself to live her own life and move out of the country. And here comes Phillip ! I have nothing on him, yet

Okay my brain is frying rn, so i'll stop. But yeah, i have a lot to say about these two idiots. Titch really is the perfect vessel to shove all of the trust and abandonment issues, so that's fun 😀🤡

[strictlyfavorites]

A great woman erased from history by idiots.

The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents. Now future generations will not even know this beautiful woman existed. What a shame. The world knew her as “Aunt Jemima”, but her given name was Nancy Green and she was a true American success story. She was born a slave in 1834 Montgomery County, KY. and became a wealthy superstar in the advertising world, as its first living trademark. Green was 56-yrs old when she was selected as spokesperson for a new ready-mixed, self-rising pancake flour and made her debut in 1893 at a fair and exposition in Chicago. She demonstrated the pancake mix and served thousands of pancakes, and became an immediate star. She was a good storyteller, her personality was warm and appealing, and her showmanship was exceptional. Her exhibition booth drew so many people that special security personnel were assigned to keep the crowds moving. Nancy Green was signed to a lifetime contract, traveled on promotional tours all over the country, and was extremely well paid. Her financial freedom and stature as a national spokesperson enabled her to become a leading advocate against poverty and in favor of equal rights for all Americans. She maintained her job until her death in 1923, at age 89. This was a remarkable woman, and sadly she has been ERASED by politics. I wanted you to know and remind you in this cancel culture time period.

[white-cat-of-doom]

In honour of me hitting 400 followers here, and after a bit of organization of my merchandise 'archives', I have grouping of CATS items to give away that one lucky kitty will win! An eclectic mix, mainly from Japan, including:

Tokyo March 2006 Programme

CATS (2019) Japanese Movie Programme

London Palladium Programme from January/February 2015

Three Shiki Secret Charms from the recent Nagoya run (you get to choose from Victoria, Jennyanydots, Jemima, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Old Deuteronomy, Rumpus Cat, and Coricopat! See what they look like below the cut)

A brand new 39th anniversary button set from Japan

A promotional handfan from Tokyo in 2007

Japanese 1989 2CD Cast Recording

(Sealed) CATS (2019) Highlights from the Motion Picture Soundtrack CD

A smaller bonus item or two 😸

RULES (Please read these carefully and follow them):

1. Entries will open today and will close end of day (EST) August 30th - in one week. You can enter at any time between now and then, but anything after than date will not be counted.

2. Please only ONE entry per person. When you reblog THIS post, you will be assigned a random number, and the receiver will be picked by a random generator to make it fair for everyone. Likes do not count as entries. Multiple reblogs will result in disqualification. I want everything to be as fair as possible!

3. It will be free shipping within North America to receive your prize. This giveaway is open to individuals overseas as well, but I may ask for half of any shipping charges, as they can get expensive. This is especially true if you want to ensure delivery! Tracking is not cheap unfortunately and worldwide mail delivery can be very slow if not sent by air. Any import fees are not controlled by me, so please keep that in mind, even if marked as a gift.

4. You must be comfortable with providing me with shipping information. Rest assured you will be providing me this information in confidence and I will not share it with anyone. If you are not comfortable sharing this information, please do not enter as I will not be able to send it to you.

A winner will be selected on August 31st, and they will receive a message indicating that The Everlasting Cat blessed them with a prize. It will be publicly announced as well. I will ship them out to you within one or two days and will give an update once that happens.

I have been selling items online for more than eight years now, and I do my absolute best to have my packages arrive safely. While I would feel terrible if the package becomes lost, without tracking I cannot do anything except say sorry.

Good luck to everyone who enters!

[murdleandmarot]

Can you info dump about bluebelle, I’m very curious about her :3

SORRY THIS TOOK A HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS I WANTED IT TO BE PERFECT

Hi hello!!!!! I will very gladly talk about Bluebelle, she’s the love of my life forever :D 💙💙💙💙💙

Important note: I’m a very um dramatic person when it comes to creating oc backstories. I am nothing if not a little bit pretentious, and giving ocs weird and angsty backstories is my passion project, and that’s part of the reason it took so long to collect my thoughts, and come up with something concrete, (or as concrete as possible)

I’ll start with facts about her that I like and then backstory regarding the fabled music box :))

-her design/colors are based off of a stuffed animal I bought in Munich :)

-the songs I most associate with her, (I have a playlist because I wanted one), are probably A Dangerous Thing/Everything Matters by AURORA, The Sugar Plum Fairy from the Nutcracker, and I came to your party dressed as a shadow. Adore those songs

-the only jellicles that she has met, (by choice), are Victoria, Misto, Plato, and Demeter. Or rather, Demeter knows of her, but Bluebelle doesn’t know Demeter

-this is mostly bc she’s pretty paranoid about meeting new people, and prefers to stick to her people. It took her a while to warm up to Plato, but eventually she got used to him

-this is also despite Vicci’s best efforts to convince Bluebelle to at the very least meet Jemima

-SPEAKING OF JEMIMA, if you haven’t heard, here’s my little jellicle magic theory: The cat’s magic relates to their eyes, just vaguely. Jemima and Misto each have white eyes, and you may have noticed, Bluebelle has those eyes as well. Because she’s. Blue. And that’s not a typical cat color, I figured I should just run with it. I see Bluebelle’s magic as a combination of Jemima and Victoria! Yes, Victoria is magic to me and that’s not just because she’s lovely and beautiful, but because of the way she uses the music in the show, and the way some productions seem to use her as a metaphor for the Jellicle moon, relating it to her dancing. This is especially true for me when I hc Vicci as deaf, because it implies some sort of magic when her solo syncs with the music. Bluebelle has the same sort of music and dance magic as Victoria, and the same sort of eerie unearthly-ness of Jemima. Basically I combined all my favorite girlies into one and made her <33

Really incoherent n convoluted story under the cut lolllll

I’ve always imagined the music box has something Bluebelle has had since she was very young, as in some of her earliest memories are of the tune it plays. Her mother probably gave it to her before both of her parents disappeared like they were in a Disney movie. The point is that it’s one of her favorite things, and she loves dancing to it. Victoria loves the song as well, and they sometimes practice using the music box, and things continue as so until Misto appears, and starts practicing with them.

Because Misto insists that no music is coming out of the music box. He can’t hear a single note.

Neither can Plato, or any of the other jellicles, when Victoria borrows it, and plays the song for everyone else in the junkyard, (Bluebelle doesn’t go with her-she’d rather not meet the others, for fear they won’t like her, or will tell Victoria to stop visiting her).

No one else can hear the music. No one except, of course, for Jemima and the psychic twins.

Bluebelle starts to ask around town, playing it for different cats, until she finds an older tom, not far, though she doesn’t know it, from the Junkyard.

He can’t hear the music box of course, but he tells her that he’s bit of a collector of magical artifacts. Perhaps he’ll have something similar in his collection.

Would she like to take a look?

Bluebelle declines. Declines at least, to visit him on this night. She hands him the music box, and instructs him to take it back to his den, and look for himself. They will meet in the same place the next day, and if he cannot find anything, then she will go and see for herself.

The next morning, they meet again. He tells her that he’s sorry, he couldn’t find anything that matched the box, and that in his haste to meet her on time, he’d left the box behind. The tomcat invites her to his den, and again, she declines, saying she will visit on a later date, that she already has plans.

Bluebelle follows him home, and hides in wait. She watches as his friends gather to scheme, and doesn’t notice the staring of a golden queen hanging off the arm of a blood orange tom.

The acquaintances leave, and the old cat retires to his den. The fire is almost out, leaving her to sneak into the other tent.

…blood seeps from every item in the cramped space, leaving it to drip from the walls and stain the ground scarlet.

He is not only a collector of magical artifacts, but a collector of queens, as well. The music box is the only thing unmarred by the red, so she steals it back.

She swears she can hear him howling the whole trip.

Bluebelle doesn’t tell Victoria what happens. She tells her to steer clear of the cat who could very be Bluebelle’s father, with a coat as vibrant as the sea, and Victoria doesn’t ask any questions.

Bluebelle doesn’t want to meet any of the other jellicles after that. She barely wants to talk to anyone ever again, with the exception of the few cats she already knows.

She and Victoria still dance to the music box though. Misto tries to follow along.

[eccentric-curious-cats]

Where’s Misto?

Based on an Anonymous ask sent to @aclairvoyant that gave me Tuggoffelees brainrot.

Summary: Tuggoffelees. Misto takes a nap with Tugger basically laying on top of him. The tribe thinks Misto has gone missing. Chaos ensues. Munkustrap probably has a headache. ~1500 words. Rated G. Not beta’d.

~~~~

It was a chilly day in the junkyard, even out in the sunlight. As the humans might remark casually over breakfast, “it’s cold for autumn” and “don’t forget your cardigan, dear.” For Tugger, the cold weather didn’t matter much—his thick fur kept him cozy and comfortable even in the winter (although he practically roasted in the summer).

Most of the cats had dragged old blankets and towels into the sun to make temporary nests with their friends as they dozed through the morning and afternoon. The kittens played, warming their bodies with movement while the older cats watched with amusement. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus had been practicing relentlessly to mimic some of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer’s acrobatics, and they had made some good progress and impressed Electra, Etcetera, and Jemima with their attempts.

Tugger had arrived at the junkyard and drawn all of the kittens straight to his side, with excited squeals and Etcetera begging him to dance for them.

Mistoffelees had come to the junkyard, as he normally did, alongside Tugger. Their humans were neighbors and it was only sensible to walk together, regardless of their relationship. While Tugger greeted and gently teased his fan club, Mistoffelees slinked up onto the old oven, which was gently bathed in sunlight, waving his tail in polite greeting to Munkustrap and Demeter, who were cuddling atop the tire, and Alonzo who was sprawled out in the middle of the yard looking dead to the world.

While Tugger sang and danced among the kittens, Mistoffelees dozed in a tightly curled ball, ears twitching when the kittens squealed but otherwise paying no mind to the antics of his mate. At some point, the black tom must have drifted fully into sleep as he was awoken by a thump as a cat leapt onto the oven beside him. He cracked open one eye, though he already knew who the other cat was.

“Have your fans finally tired of you, Rum Tum Tugger?” He asked, a small smirk spreading across his face as his whiskers twitched in amusement.

“Of course not,” Tugger huffed as he stretched, ruffling his thick mane, “Jenny came to collect them for a nap.”

Mistoffelees hummed and closed his eye, nestling his nose between his paws with a shiver.

“Speaking of naps,” Tugger yawned.

Before Mistoffelees could encourage the Maine Coon to continue, a warm weight flopped on top of him.

“Tugger, you’re suffocating me,” Mistoffelees complained.

Tugger shifted, moving more of his weight off of Mistoffelees but keeping him buried under his thick fur and mane.

“There, all comfy and cozy. You can thank me later, Mr. Mistoffelees,” Tugger said smugly, settling himself comfortably.

“I’ll admit, your fur is nice when it’s this cold, but I thought the Rum Tum Tugger didn’t care for a cuddle?” Mistoffelees teased with a purr, rubbing his face against Tugger’s pelt fondly.

“I’ll happily make an exception for the marvelous, magical Mr. Mistoffelees,” Tugger replied.

The two toms fell asleep on top of the stove, quietly purring each other to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It must have been hours later, as it was dark when Tugger next woke. There was a sizable group of cats gathered by the tire, with Munkustrap standing atop speaking. Tugger pricked his ears to listen to his older brother.

“And we are certain that nobody has seen Mistoffelees since this afternoon?” Munkustrap asked the assembled cats and received shaking heads and worried murmurs in response.

Tugger watched, curious, as Munkustrap paced atop the tire before sitting down to address the crowd again.

“Cassandra, Alonzo, and Skimbleshanks, can you go check the western edge of the junkyard?” Munkustrap asked, and the aforementioned cats nodded, splitting from the group and disappearing into the garbage piles.

“Victoria, Plato, will you make sure he hasn’t returned to his humans’ home?”

The young couple darted off.

“Jenny, can you and the kittens double check the main yard? Maybe he’s tucked away in some corner napping.”

Jenny nodded, gathering the kittens like little soldiers and instructing them on how and where to look for the missing tom.

“Demeter and Bombalurina, can you check the eastern side?”

The two queens vanished into the trash with waves of their tails.

“Where will you check, sweetheart?” Jennyanydots asked, turning her attention away from the kittens to look at the Jellicle protector.

“I,” Munkustrap said with a massive sigh, “will go check Tugger’s den.”

That was when Tugger realized that he should probably speak up. Afterall, his den was a disaster and it would be embarrassing for his older brother to see it. Yet Tugger was so comfortable and sleepy, snuggled up with Mistofellees, that he decided to let it be and closed his eyes again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Munkustrap was frantic as he returned to the main yard, where many of the other cats were returning from their searches. Mistoffelees was nowhere to be found.

Sure, the black tom was more introverted than some of the other cats and tended to avoid large groupings when he could, but to have him absent for an entire afternoon and evening without so much as a glint of his eyes or flicker of his tail was concerning. Afterall, a pair of stray dogs had moved into the alleyway behind the nearby Italian restaurant, according to Bustopher Jones, who had a run-in with the two when he went for dinner with a friend. Of course, Macavity was also an ever-present threat, especially following the last ball when Mistoffelees was able to rescue Old Deuteronomy from the mystery cat’s clutches.

And Tugger, Munkustrap lamented, had hardly stirred at the ruckus. If he hadn't been too worried about Mistoffelees, he might have chewed his younger brother out for his disinterest in finding his mate. In fact, Munkustrap almost wanted to claw his brother, how dare he be so unbothered. At the very least Tugger could get off his lazy rear and help, instead of lounging on the old oven and barely paying them any mind.

All of the other cats had returned to the main yard and were looking anxious and worried. Nobody had found Mistoffelees. Munkustrap hopped back atop the tire and looked at the small crowd.

“It doesn’t seem like Mistoffelees is with his humans or in the junkyard. Does anybody know where else he might be hiding?” Munkustrap asked, a bit desperately.

Heads shook and Victoria sniffled, worried for her brother.

“Then we will have to extend our search into the city. Alonzo, Plato, and I will go.”

“What? Why not all of us?” cried Tumblebrutus, “we can help, too!”

“You will stay here in the junkyard, in case Mistoffelees comes back,” Munkustrap soothed.

“Precisely, and must I remind you that there are nasty dogs about? No, you kittens will stay right here with me,” Jenny butted in, rounding up the kittens somewhat frantically, “there will be no leaving the yard with those monsters out there, not on my watch.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As Plato, Alonzo and Munkustrap began gathering themselves to leave the junkyard, Old Deuteronomy appeared from the piles of garbage. He was greeted, as always, with excitement from the kittens and respect from the older toms and queens.

As intuitive as he was, he surely felt the tension and concern in the air, particularly from Munkustrap as he fondly greeted his father.

“My son, what has happened? What has you all so worried?” The old cat asked.

And Munkustrap explained, concisely, how Mistoffelees had not been seen for some time and the search efforts conducted at his human home and throughout the junkyard which had turned up empty. Old Deuteronomy nodded, sagely, and turned his head to look up at Tugger on the oven.

“And have you asked Tugger where Mr. Mistoffelees might be?” Old Deuteronomy asked the silver tom, with a chuckle.

“Tugger,” Munkustrap sighed, “has refused to get up and help us.”

“But did you ask him?”

“I–” Munkustrap stuttered, “no, but–”

“Excuse me, Tugger,” Old Deuteronomy called up to the oven.

“Hello, Old Deut,” Tugger called, blinking his eyes a few times and yawning.

“Have you seen Mr. Mistoffelees lately? Or do you perhaps know where he might be?”

“Misto? Of course I know where he is,” Tugger replied, fluffing his mane.

“Where?” Munkustrap demanded, ears pinned back in frustration.

Tugger sighed dramatically and stood with a stretch, revealing a disheveled looking Mistoffelees, who raised his and blinked drowsily. Munkustrap seemed to deflate as all the worry and stress from the evening left him in an instant.

“Ah, there he is. Good evening, Mr. Mistoffelees,” Old Deuteronomy said warmly.

“Oh, hello Old Deuteronomy,” Mistoffelees replied sheepishly, scratching behind his ear.

Old Deuteronomy turned to Munkustrap with a heartfelt smile before glancing back up to watch Tugger pull the smaller tom closer and begin grooming his ears. Tugger glanced down at Munkustrap and smiled smugly, and Mistoffelees looked down at the gathered cats with confused, owlish eyes.

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Favorite Mistoffelees headcanons?

hmm lemme see. I might have one or two lmao. putting this under a cut because it's very long.

I 'hc' him primarily based on the brent interpretation, so agewise I put him somewhere in his mid-teens. he's developing his abilities and striving to prove himself, but he's not immune to "kittenish" tendencies.

also a la the brent!Mistoffelees, he has a habit of batting at his ear. I also like to think he's a bit 'twitchy' like the la mirada mistoffelees (who imo also seemed to be played pretty young, similar to the jacob brent version).

controversially, I also subscribe to the jacob brent interpretation of his heritage, namely that he's deutoronomy's biological son; although he has a affectionate bond with deut (as do a handful of cats in the junkyard of course) he's not aware that he's actually his immediate descendent, at least not during the events of the show. tugger and munkustrap are certainly deits's sons in spirit, but not by blood. (mainly I like to think that tugger and munk are 'adopted' so to speak, so as to not eliminate the potentiality of the tugger/mistoffelees pairing lmao)

continuing in that line of thought, I see munkustrap, tugger, and mistoffelees as, what I like to call, deutoronomy's "favored three." of course deut is fond of, and warm towards, all his jellicle followers---but the aforementioned trio are specially bonded to him.

speaking of special bonds, I also love the idea that mistoffelees has a connection to bustopher. I recall brent saying "mistoffelees loves bustopher because they look the same" it is BEYOND cute to me that this astronomically superpowered cat with only dubious limitations, that could probably thanos snap you out of existence, is obsessed with this pompous itinerant because they both happen to be tuxedo cats lmao. that being said (again---controversially) I do not believe they are related by blood. in fact basically I think for the most part, all the familial type of relationships among the junkyard cards are symbolic with very few exceptions ( such as munkustrap and tugger being half-brothers)

and so it follows that I also don't hc victoria and mistoffelees as siblings lmao. I think they have a very close friendly/sibling-esque bond.

he's gay

his powers correlate with the moon phases; i.e., he's the least powerful (and maybe even a bit somnolent) during the new moon phase, and the most powerful during the full moon phase.

despite being essentially a domestic shorthair (albeit with uniquely curled ears), he'll never grow past the rough size of a four or five month-old kitten. of the core jellicles, he's the smallest---even smaller than pouncival or jemima or any of the other kittens. even when a FRESH kitten comes along to the junkyard---he can expect to be outpaced by them, vertically speaking, by the time they're half a year old.

mistoffelees and munkustrap have a 'parentified elder sibling/younger sibling' relationship. if you were to pinpoint a cat that can be credited for 'raising' mistoffelees, it'd be munk. munkustrap usually isn't so singularly proactive when it comes to such matters (he usually delegates parental duties to the various elders of the tribe---it takes a village after all) but he did zero in on mistoffelees.

I have a whole story in mind behind this, but mistoffelees conjured the bandana that tugger wears around his leg.

I am a strong believer in the Overuse Of Magic Leads To Severely Incapacitating Exhaustion trope. there have been more than a handful of times that he's overdone it and subsequently conked out.

his magic is inhibited by certain conditions/circumstances. i.e., panic, freezing or overheating (but especially freezing), illness, exhaustion, disorientation, etc.

when it comes to mistoffelees's estimations in the eyes of his fellow jellicles...I am strongly against the zurich interpretation where everyone is dismissive and mean towards him! in my cats universe, everybody in the junkyard has a soft spot for mistoffelees! even the more cagey cats, like alonzo and tumblebrutus and cassandra.

when riled, mistoffelees starts sort of generating/exuding electricity, that buzzes about his person. like you'll see a few sparks pop up and vanish down the fibers of his fur and whiskers. if he's REALLY worked up, it starts to get out of control---that's rare, though. more benevolently, when he taps into the more potent annals of his powers, his fur 'sparkles.' he may even 'shed glitter.' unlike conventional corporeal glitter, however, mistoffelees's 'magic glitter' eventually dissipates lol.

he keeps his personal den/hiding spot in a remote area of the junkyard, far away from the clearing. this is because a) he enjoys solitude, b) he needs for there to be nobody around when he practices his more 'hazardous' magic, and c) he likes to dance sometimes when nobody is looking. (he also enjoys dancing when there ARE people looking, make no mistake)

here's another hot take! mistoffelees does NOT like being called 'misto,' or any comparable derivative of his name. he may or may not correct someone depending on who it is; his closest friends (i.e., munk, tugger, victoria), however, are all aware and might be quicker than him to point out his preferences if someone offends. I'm not sure if even mistoffelees has a SOLID reason for disliking diminutives, but it may have something to do with feeling infantilized by it/attributing it to kittenhood, out of which he's eager to transition. I also just think a name like 'mistoffelees' is very specifically connotated and has a poignant meaning in-universe...and it's also, phonetically speaking, just fun as fuck to say.

I go back and forth between different ideas for his origin story, but one I'm particularly fond of right now is that mistoffelees, as a young kitten, liked to sleuth around the junkyard before he was properly inducted; that is to say, he was nothing more than a flittering shadow as far as anyone was concerned. just a dark shape out of the corner of your eye---you're not even sure you really saw anything. when he zeroed in on the junkyard jellicles, he wreaked his unique brand of mischief remaining unseen. he'd do thinks like flicker the lights, move objects around, and so on and so forth. sometimes these oddities were seemingly benevolent---something about to tip over inexplicably tottering perfectly back into place. a lost item mysteriously reappearing in plain sight. it didn't take long for his antics to send the junkyard into a frenzy; the kittens, especially, were beside themselves believing that a ghost had come along to terrorize the place. everyone started referring to the mysterious, barely-seen entity as 'the shadow.' huge headache for munkustrap. the lid did eventually blow off however, when mistoffelees had to more or less 'reveal himself' to save a group of jellicles from an irate pack of pollicles with his powers. he didn't come away unscathed, however, and was brought back to the junkyard to be nursed back to health.

mistoffelees didn't use his more conspicuous powers in front of anyone when he actually joined the tribe. none of the cats put two and two together at first about all the weird shit going on being attributable to HIM. the cats that may have witnessed him use his magic against the pollicles probably gaslit themselves beyond the realm of belief. nonetheless, mistoffelees quickly became popular, despite being markedly quiet, by showing off more 'standard' illusions---things that were explicable. like sleight-of-hand card tricks and conjurations. tugger was the first one to realize that he had magical abilities (coming across him when he was off alone, blowing off some pent up magical steam), but mistoffelees swore him to secrecy, concerned at how having ACTUAL ETHEREAL MAGIC would be perceived by others.

because basically everything mistoffelees ever does with his magic is for the purpose of making others happy. that's what he lives for. even being a little rascal, getting up to mischief, baffling others and pulling pranks...it's all his good-natured way to spread mirth and levity. there just ain't a bad bone in the cat's body.

ig 20 is a good even number to stop at lmao. I could go on probably forever, but there's two handfuls for you.