#sorry bustopher

[themirokai]

When I wrote Clever Cat last year I thought I had gotten Tugoffelees and Cats the Musical fan fiction out of my system. But then I held a raffle to get to know my new(ish) followers and offered to write a ficlet of any pairing I’ve previously written. One of the winners was @an-asuryampasya and to my surprise and delight she requested a Tugoffelees story that included some light angst about other cats putting down either Tugger or Mistoffelees to the other. 

The resulting story is below and was heavily influenced by the time my family told me to break up with my then-boyfriend. We’ve now been married for over 10 years and they like him more than me. 

This will get posted to AO3 eventually and may get cleaned up a little between now and then. If you see any typos or other errors I appreciate you letting me know (yes, I’m crowd-sourcing the beta read). Enjoy! 

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“Mistoffelees! Mistoffelees? Are you here, my boy?” 

Mistoffelees immediately leapt up from where he had been lounging on the warm pavement and trotted briskly over to the entrance to the junkyard. 

“Uncle Bustopher!” Mistoffelees beamed.

The rotund cat’s black coat was shining in the afternoon sun. “Good day, my lad. Come take a walk with me. I am on my way to Blimps.” 

“It would be my pleasure, Uncle.” Mistoffelees fell into step with Bustopher’s stately pace. 

They chatted for a bit about the weather and some nonsense Bustopher’s humans were up to with rearranging the furniture. 

“Mistoffelees,” Bustopher said when those topics were exhausted, “there is something I wish to discuss with you.” 

“What is it, Uncle?” 

“It has come to my attention that you have… taken up with that scamp the Rum Tum Tugger.” 

Mistoffelees nearly tripped over his own feet in his surprise. “I - um - well -” 

“When the lovely Miss Anydots told me, I was certain that it must be a casual flirtation, but she assured me that you were… cohabitating as it were!” Bustopher gave a ‘haroomph.’ 

“Ye- yes. We’re living together at the junkyard,” Mistoffelees murmured. 

“Now, I would have you know that my objection is not to the fact that you are cohabitating with a tom instead of a queen.” 

“Your objection?” 

“In fact I had quite a few pleasurable flirtations with toms in my day,” Bustoper continued. 

Mistoffelees’s ears pricked up. “You did?” 

“My objection,” Bustopher plowed past the question, “is to this particular tom. I realize that he’s Deuteronomy’s son, but he’s certainly not the respectable one!” 

“You don’t like Tugger?” Mistoffelees asked, trying to wrap his mind around the conversation. 

“Come now, my boy, the way he carries on and gets the young queens all riled up is quite unseemly. And those garish accoutrements he wears! What is that thing? A belt?” 

Mistoffelees glanced down at Bustopher’s spats but held his tongue. His stomach was a swirling mess and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. 

“What I mean to say,” Bustopher forged ahead, “is that you can do so much better, my boy. You’ve always been such a good, upstanding cat. And now with your service to Deuteronomy, you’re held in quite high regard. I’m sure any number of cats - toms and queens both! - would be eager to… become better acquainted with you. And not just within the local tribe! Word of your magical feats has spread throughout the jellicle community. I’m certain you would have an easy time finding a more suitable mate.” 

They arrived at Blimps then, and Bustopher finally turned to Mistoffelees and gave a harrumph, possibly because he had noticed Mistoffelees’s expression. Bustopher reached out to pat his shoulder.

“There’s a good lad, Mistoffelees. Nothing to worry about. We’ve all had our youthful indiscretions. This’ll pass soon enough.” He glanced at the door of the club. “Now I must be going, my boy. I’ll see you soon.” 

Mistoffelees nodded, eyes downcast, and Bustopher bustled into the building. 

Mistoffelees could hear Tugger singing as he approached their den. Did he have the girls in there? Was he giving a performance? Was Bustopher right? Mistoffelees’s coat bristled and he crossed his arms over his slim chest. Should he go in? Should he go to his humans’ house? His tail lashed back and forth, as he listened to the muffled singing. While he couldn’t make out the words, it was clearly only Tugger’s voice and he couldn’t hear any of the yowling that usually went along with Tugger’s performances for the kittens. 

He took a breath and pushed past the curtain that served as their door. 

“He’s got my soul and he’s got my heart. And when we move together it feels like art,” Tugger sang, then stopped and muttered to himself, “it’s making great art? No.” 

Tugger was alone in the small den, his tail wrapped around one of his hands. 

“Tugger?” 

Tugger whirled around and his face lit up in a dazzling smile as he dropped his tail. “Clever cat! Where’ve you been? I was looking for you.” He stepped forward and pulled Mistoffelees into a kiss before he could respond. 

“I was - uh, taking a walk with Bustopher,” Mistoffelees said when they parted. 

“Nice time?” Tugger asked as he went to sit on a cushion. 

Mistoffelees shrugged and dropped down next to him. “What were you doing?” 

“Oh.” Tugger scratched one of his ears sheepishly. “Uh, I was composing actually.” 

“Composing?”

“Yeah, um. I started working on my song for the next ball.” 

Mistoffelees grinned. “Isn’t it a little early?” 

Tugger shrugged and looked down. He twisted his tail between his fingers. “I uh, kinda hoped you might sing it with me. It’s about us, so I want it to be perfect.” 

Mistoffelees’s breath caught in his throat. “The part you were singing when I walked in…” 

“He’s got my soul and he’s got my heart,” Tugger crooned. “Do you like it?” 

Mistoffelees grabbed a handful of Tugger’s mane and pulled him close. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I like it.” 

They kissed and Mistoffelees chased Tugger’s lips when the big cat sat back. 

“I love you.” Mistoffelees stared into the gold of Tugger’s eyes. 

Tugger’s grin was pleased but a bit confused. “I love you too, clever cat. Is something wrong?” 

Mistoffelees scrunched up his face then quickly shook his head and leaned his forehead against Tugger’s chest. “No,” he said firmly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just need to finish my conversation with Bustopher tomorrow.” 

Mistoffelees stood outside the garden gate at Bustopher’s humans’ house and forced himself to take a deep breath. He shook himself, straightened his posture, then leapt gracefully over the fence. 

He found Bustopher lounging in the sun on a lawn chair, undoubtedly considering where he would be taking lunch. 

“Uncle Bustopher?” Mistoffelees called as he approached. 

Bustopher opened one eye and then the other, and rolled himself up to sitting. “Mistoffelees, my dear lad. Good to see you.” 

“Uncle, I wanted to talk to you. About our conversation yesterday.” Mistoffelees realized he was wringing his hands and made himself stop. 

“Oh, about the Rum Tum Tugger. Have you moved on?” 

“I -” Mistoffelees ground his teeth. “No. I have not.” 

“But my boy, surely you see that you can do better? I mean you yourself called him a ‘terrible bore’ at the ball!” 

Mistoffelees bristled. “I was flirting with him, Uncle. I - I love Tugger! He is kind and patient and loving and gorgeous and he looks at me like I’m the only cat in the universe. I’m not leaving him. And I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks! There is no one better for me because we love each other!”

Bustopher drew back with a harumph. “Well, my boy, I must say-”

“No, Uncle,” Mistoffelees said firmly, “there’s nothing else to say.” He took a deep breath and gave Bustopher a nod. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” 

With that, Mistoffelees took himself back to the junkyard and back to Tugger.

#tugoffelees #cats the musical #cats 1998 #rum tum tugger #mr. mistoffelees #bustopher jones #bustopher is a bit of an ass in this #sorry bustopher #but I also made him bisexual so that's fun #no beta we die like the Growltiger song #but also I'm crowdsourcing the beta read so please tell me if I screwed something up #mirokai writes

[iwtv]

 “hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“bustopher what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please  the meal would be great”

#cats #cats musical #bustopher jones #SORRY IM HAVING THOUGHTS. #(and they have to do w cats) #mine #rickyisms

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

#grizabella #jennyanydots #jellylorum #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #asparagus jr. #gus the theater cat #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #chibi #character design #sfw furry #my art

[emimii]

Share your mistoffelees brainrot?? ( ´ ▽ ` )

okay so sorry this took a while to answer anon had to let my thoughts simmer to make sense lol

first things first he has autism cause iii have autism. hes my fave so he gets to be projected onto (but tbf its already a semi-common hc i think)

like from the autism headcanon he tends to go non-verbal often esp when hes exhausted physically or mentally so like at the end of a long day some will try n talk to him and he just stares at them

the autism is genetic btw alonzo has it too but in a different flavour, i think like a difference between their spots on the spectrum is the misto is the hyperexpressive autism and his face is reaaaaally easy to read while alonzo doesnt tend to have his emotions show on his face and also has a more monotone voice

on the topic of alonzo and family im a big monochromatic siblings enjoyer i definitely think they r so so silly, i like to imagine that victoria is hard of hearing and so they’d all know sign language liek… jsl…. jellicle sign language

i mentioned in a couple posts too bustopher is their uncle to me!!! the way in the 1998 film mistos constantly tryn like touch him n everything is so cute hes so excited to see his uncle…

bustopher is like his rich cool uncle who stayed single and unmarried his whole life so hes got a bunch savings and excess cash that he just uses to get crazy gifts for his nephews n niece

i like to imagine misto (and also other magical cats in general) have their powers somewhat connected to the moon so like during the jellicle moon they can achieve crazier feats, like the amount of magic misto does at the ball is a lot more than his average and its also done more easily

i also think mistos one of the shortest if not the shortest cat w the exception of a handful of kittens, and out of pure spite hes always tryna make up with this fact by getting good at everything else

heavy lifting? got it he could princess carry tugger. climbing? easy he can climb on anything. running around? hes fast as hell u see him one side of the room and all of a sudden hes on the other side

i also wish people made misto like somewhat competitive more solely from the one 1982 old gumbie cat performance where he has a tap off with jennyanydots bcuz i think thats fun and silly

i feel like hes an extrovert and myyyy reasoning for this is that he loves talking to people and he craaaves interaction hes just not really good at it sometimes in contrast to tugger who is an introvert to me, just an introvert w unbelievable swag and charisma so everyones around him (which is why you see him off at the side away from everyone at times hes recharging!!!)

#i think ill stop there for now but like #i think abt him a lot. #hes my special mew mew #cats the musical #mr mistoffelees #emi’s asks

[realreulbbrband]

Guys, Bustopher deserves better, so here's what I'd imagine he'd do in the rest of the show if he didn't disappear from existence after his song. (hypothetically)

(Reul totally doesn't have a white rose and mole Bustopher bias.....)

quick clarifications before we start!

Bustopher won't be in his song costume when "old Deuteronomy" happens or for the rest of the show. So, imagine him in a sort of chorus costume in this, like Jennyanydots after the Gumbie Cat number. (like the image below but with more white areas)

But because he's fancy, he would be dressed this way if it were entirely up to me, and I could choose. It would also somewhat lessen the shock factor (at least for me) associated with Grizabella wearing clothing when nearly everyone else is completely naked. Instead of dressing like a huge, stuffy coat with a giant tail, he wears suspenders in my imagination, and the look is still suitable for the remainder of the performance.

Also note that Asparagus and Gus are different characters to me, and that applies here. Sorry if that's bothersome.

ACT 1

"Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer"

He shows back up at the end of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer after the two are caught and everyone's surrounding them; he's still quite shaken, thinking they are Macavity, and so he hides behind Asparagus, who's walking towards the crowd, clearly annoyed at the two. When he does get close enough, Bustopher peeks at the action before stepping away from his fellow tom and huffing, crossing his arms. He collects the "swag bags" (seriously, why are they called that?) off Munkustrap and Alonzo and waddles off stage. Where the actor would then change into the chorus costume.

"Old Deuteronomy"

The Jellicles sing old Deuteronomy, and around midway, Bustopher shows up again, leaning by the oven. He smiles at how enthusiastic everyone is over the arrival of the jellicle leader but isn't too pushy to greet old Deuteronomy himself.

(In my headcanon, the two run into each other outside of the junkyard, often due to Bustopher being "the cat about town" and Old Deuteronomy being known in his poem for sitting in the street on market day.) Bustopher simply greets him with an acknowledging nod and smile as he arrives.

"The Awefull battle of the Pekes & the Pollicles"

He sits at Deuteronomy's side, just behind where Victoria does during the number. Despite being close by, Bustopher isn't as generous as old Deuteronomy is when it comes to the Pekes & Pollicles performance. Not in a cruel sense, but more like he can't help but raise a brow and laugh as everyone keeps messing around. Maybe even sparing old Deuteronomy some telling glances when the Rumpus cat shows up late.

(I skipped the Jellicle Ball because I honestly don't think he'd do anything noteworthy if he were to be one of the dancers or realistically off stage like Old D and Gus.)

ACT 2

"The Moment of happiness"

If we're doing a transitional thing, I think he'd purposefully sit next to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer just to make sure they don't start giggling during the song or messing around with everyone else. He'd probably shush them, though, and gesture for them to sit. Other than that, he'd listen and repeat like everyone else.

"Gus the theatre cat"

I think it would be funny if Bustopher sat next to Skimbleshanks on top of the car boot. Probably to catch up and enjoy the song, but when Skimble inevitably starts falling asleep, Bustopher feels offended on behalf of Gus and Jellylorum and tries to wake him by bapping Skimble's paw or tail. Skimble still falls asleep, however, and Bustopher simply rolls his eyes and enjoys the rest of the song. It's bittersweet at the end of the day, but enjoyable none the less.

"Skimbleshanks the railway cat"

Bustopher's a little cross with Skimble after what happened before but gets over it quite quickly and joins the other elder cats watching on the tire. I think it would be kind of funny if Bustopher wasn't aware they were going to be building a train (because his visits are occasional) and sort of got roped in to holding the umbrella, or better yet, one of the pipes. He's confused and keeps turning to the cat beside him for guidance, but comes to enjoy it. Even when the train breaks down.

"Macavity's appearance"

Macavity appears. Bustopher out. I want him to be the first one to run off too. It could be a nice running joke. But yeah, I think he'd leave before old Deuteronomy even gets kidnapped; he's that scared of the red bastard.

"Magical Mr. Mistoffelees"

Going from Mistoffelees being an eager fan and respecting Bustopher so much as if he were family, I think it would definitely encourage him more if Bustopher was cheering him on along with everyone else. I think it would be nice if he stood next to Jenny here, after she's disappointed about not being selected, Mistoffelees's assistant Bustopher gives her a pat on the paw, and they sit and enjoy the magic and celebrate with everyone once Deut's back.

"Memory"

I think this is the first time Bustopher's seen Grizabella? So you bet he's taking longer to turn around and look her in the eyes. Other than that, that pretty much had the same reaction as every other cat in that scene. Anyway, when Grizabella is welcomed back, I think it would be nice if Bustopher shook her paw instead of just brushing against it. "But Reul, they're cats!! Tugger does hip thrusts and fist pumps. Bustopher can shake paws."

Anyhow, that's all I got for him, but I think with different actors, this process and how he interacts with the jellicles could be very diverse and interesting. I'm all for reimagings, and this post was kind of an excuse to do that or a "what if," especially with a cat as underappreciated as Bustopher, which is no doubt because of his lack of stage time. I think a few more moments with him could really make him more memorable and justify him having a song rather than cutting him and his song completely.

for you: @kirbyssketchbook

#bustopher jones #cats the musical #Long post #This is mainly my own interpretation of Bustopher so maybe my details are a little off but I thought doing a post like this would be fun #Also If I didn’t include a song it’s mostly because I don’t think bustopher would do anything interesting there / his song hasn’t happened #yet

[onceuponymous]

It is blatantly incorrect to interpret every song of Cats the Musical as a cat's audition to be chosen for the Heaviside Layer. It is also very funny.

Jennyanydots: Bustopher Jones :) Bustopher: (Jenny?) Jennyanydots: Is not skin and bones :) Bustopher: (Jenny, no, I told you I didn't want to!) Jennyanydots: In fact, he's remarkably fat. :) Bustopher: (Is this because I forgot to bring you leftover venison? I said I was sorry!) Jennyanydots: He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs...

Jellylorum: (Psst, you gotta sing now!) Bustopher: aaaAAAAH I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time! Please don't choose me to be sent away!

#bustopher jones #cats the musical #jellicle cats #another inspiration for this post: #Vladislav Ivanov who was working as a translator for boyband competition show Produce Camp 2021 #and got convinced to enter it as a contestant #immediately regretted it #but couldn't back out without breaching a contract and would be stuck in a NEW contract if he won #so he was just begging fans to stop voting for him

[meowstoffelees]

Bombalurina for the ask game?

Hi! Sorry this took long for me to get to, I was very busy today.

Why I like them:

I really like her character design. Especially in Cats 1998. Plus, she’s very elegant. I like that about her. She’s a cutie patootie.

Why I don’t like them:

I have no reason to not like her really. I don’t think about her often.

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

EVERYTHING she does during Bustopher Jone’s song (In the 98 movie at least, idk about other productions). Everyone talks about Misto but WHAT ABOUT BOMBA‼️‼️‼️ She’s so passive aggressive and it’s so obvious she wants nothing to do with him. I love it. I need more Bomba actors to do it.

Favorite Season/Movie:

Goddd don’t make me choose. I love 1998 Bomba and Rosemarie Ford with all my heart but B’Way revival Bomba is amazinggg.

Favorite line:

“The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast!” Specifically in the 1998 movie. Rosemarie Ford’s voice is gorgeous.

Favorite outfit:

MARLENE DANIELLE’S COSTUME‼️‼️‼️ (old broadway is love, old broadway is life)

Otp:

DEMELURINA‼️‼️‼️(I mean look at the 98 movie. NOBODY looks at their sister like that (at least nobody should be looking at their sister like that))

Brotp:

I’ve never been a Tuggerlurina girly. I always saw them as friends who play it up for laughs.

Headcanon:

Her and Munkustrap are besties. I stand by this. They gossip. Believe me I’m literally Andrew Lloyd Webber in the flesh.

Unpopular opinion:

Literally any other Bomba ship>>>>Tuggerlurina. They give me “Football player x Star Cheerleader” vibes but in the worst way possible.

A wish:

I wish that everytime I see Cats live the actor playing her is Rosemarie Ford. But alas, God hates me 😔

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-again:

Whatever the fuck Taylor had going on. Like she’s not a bad singer so I don’t hate her for that but her interpretation of Bomba was…icky.

5 words to describe her:

Elegant, Protective, Funny, Confident, Beautiful

Ok I think I did this right idk I didn’t know this was a thing until like this morning-

#bombalurina #Cats #cats the musical

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Yesssss we love the tuggoffelees brainrot!

What's your hcs for how they met/got to know each other as friends and/or more than friends?

omg i'm so sorry this took me forever to get to but the tuggoff brainrot is still happening!!!

so my main canon idea of how the two of them met and became friends is actually relatively simple!!!

Bustopher brought Mistoffelees and Victoria to the Junkyard when they were young cats, pretty much just after Macavity left with Bombalurina and Demeter.

it was partially to give his niece and nephew a new start, and to meet new friends, but Bustopher knew about Mistoffelees' magic, and knew that if he didn't try to put his nephew in a safe place, he would get hurt.

Tugger, at that point, was honestly at his lowest. He was healing from Macavity hurting him, he wasn't speaking to Munkustrap or Deuteronomy, and was contemplating leaving the Jellicles, because he could feel their stares and whispers.

but then he met Mistoffelees.

He actually found him as he was leaving the Junkyard. Tugger had made up his mind, and was sneaking out to leave once and fore all, and found found Mistoffelees practicing magic in a little secluded alcove. Mistoffelees was terrified. He heard briefly about the entire Macavity situation, and was hiding his magic, so having the youngest son of the Jellicle Leader find him made him believe he was about to be tossed away.

Instead, of course, Tugger swore to keep his secret, and even told Mistoffelees that he had been going to leave the Junkyard. They talked for hours, until the sun began to rise over the Junkyard, and the two of them were now the best of friends with a bond that no one else understood.

They were absolutely and completely inseparable, the only other cat who knew why was Victoria, because Misto couldn't keep anything from his twin, and Tugger adored the white queen like she was his own sister.

Just like how Tugger encouraged Mistoffelees with his magic, Mistoffelees was the one who encouraged Tugger to actually sit down and talk to Munkustrap and Deuteronomy.

Their move from platonic friendship to a romantic relationship was gradual, but obvious to the two of them.

There wasn't really an "oh... oh" moment for them, because they had a feeling that the other was it for them. That this cat who had been by their side through the hardest time, this cat who knew their deepest secrets, that they would one day dance together.

It just happened at their own pace, and they just slotted together into their romantic relationship so easily it was almost ridiculous that they hadn't done it sooner.

I just love Tugger and Mistoffelees supporting each other, and knowing the other's worst fears, and being able to help them and give each other the confidence they need, not just Tugger being the only one to build up Mistoffelees.

#their relationship makes me happy #they're soulmates your honor #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees

[rainbowratsstuff]

I'm so sorry its late

This is for @storyweaverofgondor cats-pril event, day 4: Tail

Electra and Tumble are fascinated by Bustophers tail. Are they going to pounce on it??

#more Bustopher #i dont draw him much #but hes fun to draw #cats #cats musical #cats the musical #cute #my art #tumblebrutus #electra #bustopher jones

[emmikay]

Mistoffelees: I’m sorry.

Bustopher Jones: Why?

Mistoffelees: Oh. So you haven't seen the kitchen yet.

#cats the musical #mister mistoffelees #bustopher jones #monochromatic family #misto cannot cook even a little #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr

[greenelectricsky]

How do you start your day?

Admetus: Waking up?

Alonzo: Trying to sort anything I can before Munku comes in and finds out what we have done all night...

Amun: Ask me when I wake up.

Bill Bailey: Running somewhere? For something? Away from someone? With something? Depends?

Bombalurina: With delicious stretch every single muscle in my body... Go away, you pervert.

Bustopher Jones: Breakfast! What else?

Carbucketty: Morning zoomies!!!

Cassandra: Not your problem.

Coricopat: Figuring it out. What figuring out? That is my sweet secret.

Demeter: With utmost despair.

Electra: With new ideas for fun!

Etcetera: With a kiss to Tugger's picture!!!

Exotica: With a nice nap in the sun...

George: Making pranks before someone catches me and makes me do my part of chores.

Tumblebrutus: Trying to not get into any prank...

Grizabella: Weeping and cursing.

Gus: In my days, real actor...

Jellylorum: With a nice cup of tea and... Gus? Gus, where are you going... Oh...

Asparagus Jr: Looking for dad with Jellylorum.

Jennyanydots: Usually mice are waking me up because they want... No, kittens want breakfast, mice want...? I'm sorry, it was a tiresome day.

Jemima, hiding something (body): Picking flowers!

Macavity: Fuck off.

Mistoffelees: You wanted to ask "How do I start my afternoon...?"

Mungojerrie: Trying to untie sheets I tangled when I sleep.

Munkustrap: How I start what? How can I start a new day when I didn't end the day before?

Old Deuteronomy: Looking at all they are doing and thinking "It's time to go..."

Pouncival: Exercises! Exercises!

Plato: Trying not to meet exercising Pouncival.

Quaxo: Some magic! And some catastrophe usually...

Rum Tum Tugger: With the most perfect, handsome and clever cat in a junkyard! Me!

Rumpleteazer: Usually from a figuring out, where am I...

The Rumpus Cat: You don't want to know.

Sillabub: With a happy smile and darkn... happiness! in my heart!

Skimbleshanks: With coffee and hope. Some days mostly with coffee... others, mostly with hope...

Tantomile: Praying to old gods, so they didn't let the world fall down... For now? It's working.

Victoria: Dancing and being wonderful!

Jemmysweets: With sun.

Silenia: With murder.

FinFun: It's cooking!

Silenia: Do what you want in the kitchen, bogboy, and let me do my things in peace...

Cysiek: Day isn't starting before I wake up.

TuśTuś: How do I...? Oh, crap! I forgot about something, right?

Adonis: Kissing all my wonderful husbands! And getting pushed away when I start tickling them.

Sky: Trying not to get tickled.

Cream: Making breakfast for everyone! And forgetting to eat mine...

FanFanGrace: Oh? So nice of you? Let me list it for you...

FinFun: Oh! This is a hard question! I don't know, I'm not there usually...

Mirage: Listening to the chime of my bells and screams of my enemies.

Papyrus: Picking up a book I was reading in the evening.

Tango: Blep.

Moon: Wishing I won't need to wake up.

Star: Wishing everyone a good day and not meeting me... till afternoon.

Sun: Looking fabulous in the laziest position you can find a cat.

Haze: I didn't start anything, you can't make me responsible for that!

Shyny: I'm trying to break free from some octopus hugzilla...

Almondisco: Hugging my tiny lover before he wakes up and runs to his duties.

Amberlina: With a plan for a day, healthy breakfast and song in a heart. In a heart, Vanilliarity!

Flowerflow: Hitting Vanilliarity with a pillow. More than once if I have to.

Vaniliarity: Singing! And being hit with a pillow for that...

Earthyrose: Laughing at all those losers who had to wake up early.

Honeytrap: Trying to figure if that day is worth waking up.

Spicyjuce: Trying to figure out how to not kill anyone for a whole day.

Oranglow: Fighting with nature for my right to live.

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#cats musical #cats the musical #jellicle cats #i think im funny

[thepineconelord]

ooh I would LOVE to hear your impressions of three or four cats. and the wife. and anybody else you choose

Sure thing bestie<333

For the cats I'll do Cassandra, Bombalurina, and Skimbleshanks since I don't think we've talked about them in depth.

Cassandra:

First impression: Kinda thought she was just like a cool, loner, suave kinda lady. Meant to represent a cat that really couldn't care less about you.

Impression now: She's kinda mystical and ethereal, I feel like she overhears all the gossip. I also still think shes a cool loner type.

Favorite moment: In 1998 I love the abrupt closeup for the "moonlit eye" line bcuz it always freaks people out.

Idea for a story: It'd be fun to have a story where she gets her fur ruffled a bit bcuz she's normally so unbothered.

Unpopular opinion: no romance for her she's too good for it.

Favorite relationship: Her and Alonzo awkward friendship

Favorite headcanon: She and Mistoffelees scheme together.

Bombalurina:

First impression: Just thought she was the typically "sexy mean girl" type character and didn't think about her too much tbh

Impression now: She's so ahefuehakfhdakfea I love how she is like a cornerstone of the community and how shes so caring, but also like she's such a baddie. Anyway I love her.

Favorite moment: In Bustopher Jones(1998) when Jenny gets the flower from him and she shoots him the dirtiest look for a split second.

Idea for a story: She should get to kill Macavity

Unpopular opinion: I don't think her an Demeter are dating or even sisters I think they've just trauma bonded

Favorite relationship: Her and Demeter would be the obvious choice, but tbh I think whatever her and Tugger have is really funny.

Favorite headcanon: She's definitely fucked Macavity and honestly had a pretty good time about it.

Skimbleshanks:

First impression: The silliest of all time :)

Impression now: The silliest of all time :)

Favorite moment: in the paris 1990 performace where he just yanks Mistoffelees around(pretty sure this was him its hard to tell).

Idea for a story: I think it's be cute to have a little story establishing how like all the London city employees know him

Unpopular opinion: He's probably one of the most disconnected from the tribe bcuz he's employed

Favorite relationship: honestly idk, maybe him and asparagus cuz they're like the only two of that age range.

Favorite headcanon: He actually wears the little waist coat. the humans put it on him.

I don't know if you wanted me to do your wife or mine so I'll do both.

Belos(i'm only giving my general impression bcuz I don't know that much): He's a Puritan, everyone is wrong about him. He'd probably creep me out and I probably wouldn't like him sorry. I probably wouldn't like the owl house in general tho. He's definitely a man, I like how strange and diseased he is and I love the look on people's faces when u say hes ur wife.

Ghostmaker aka Minhkhoa Khan <3:

First impression: I though his design was so cool and I was like "fuck i gotta figure out how to pirate comics so i can read about him" anyway here we are like a year(2 years maybe? idk anymore) later.

Impression now: he's so everything to me. I think he's such a complicated and pained guy and I love him the way he is. I think he's silly but in like a badass way

Favorite moment: When he kills madam midas its like The Moment of all time.

Idea for a story: What if....he was happy... and loved... idk

Unpopular opinion: Rhea Sinha was an interesting love interest and backstory element for him.

Favorite relationship: I love his strange and silly relationship with Icon I could write an essay about it.

Favorite headcanon: The only thing between him and substance abuse disorder is sheer force of will and the tools of modern technology.

anyway thats it :)

#pinecone moment

[namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou]

Chance Meetings

@commander-spaceboy​ Hi. Happy very, very late secret santa, I am so so sorry that it took so long, thank you for your patience!! :’D ♥♥ I could go further with my apology, but I shall just say: I have some Skimble and Bustopher for you, hope you enjoy! As always, all my love to those who read/like/reblog! <3

Once upon a time, Skimbleshanks had maintained the misconception that all places started looking the same after a certain time of constant travelling.

Nowadays, knowing better, he meticulously populated a mental table of the places he had visited in the course of his life, with columns for important details such as size, local specialities, friendliness and neatness.

London, for example, was registered as ‘grimy’.

Truth to be told, he’d never spent much time exploring it beyond a few steps out of the station. Partly because he was a very busy cat who had much to oversee, partly because the local police had their dog kennel right next door, and so far the dogs hadn’t taken the time to try and understand Skimble’s accent, which Skimble considered abnormally rude.

In other words: they weren’t on very good terms.

Thus, when the Midnight Mail arrived in London in the particular night this story took place, he was quick to climb onto the train roof, observing how the bagmen carried luggage back and forth while the conductors helped the passengers out of and into the compartments.

Usually he would have offered his help, but an unruly child had pulled on his whiskers while he had been on his way to the caboose, and he still needed a bit of time to gather himself.

His absence did not go unnoticed, of course. Under Skimbleshanks’ watchful gaze, one of the bagmen abandoned his post at the luggage carts and walked up to the oldest conductor on duty.

“Where’s Skimble?”

“Out ‘n’ about, I reckon. Did you find a mouse, lad?”

“No, no. Was just wondering. Heard him crying something awful earlier when we passed Manchester.”

Skimbleshanks heaved a small sigh, slightly touched at the bagman’s worry. He meowed vociferously to put it to rest.

Several heads turned towards him at the noise, palpable relief and mild fascination filling the air.

Fascination?

Skimbleshanks swivelled his ears, abused whiskers erect and quivering with curiosity. His sixth sense told him unfailingly that he was being watched, but from where? And by whom?

Truth to be told, he was more than used to scrutiny; even with his reputation, it happened all too often that the railway workers had to assure indignant passengers that their Skimble was, in fact, part of the crew, rather than a runaway pet.

Skimbleshanks usually bore those incidents with dignity, but right now he felt unusually excited. Maybe it was the owner of the open late-bakery who had a bit of milk left for him? Or the old Hungarian woman with her little grandson who always knew the right spot to scratch?

As soon as he had found the hidden observer, he wondered how in the world he had missed him.

On a stone windowsill leading to the freight track outside sat a truly massive tuxedo cat.

They met Skimbleshanks’ astonished eyes evenly and even blinked at him after a short while. Skimbleshanks reciprocated without a second thought out of pure surprise, his customary wariness towards strangers staying behind. If he was ever sure of one thing, it was that he needed to meet that cat immediately.  

Climbing off the train and trotting over to the windowsill, he watched cautiously for any warning signs, such as lashing tail tips and raised hackles. He needn’t have bothered, for the stranger seemed to grow more placid the further Skimble approached, his ears relaxed and pupils contracted.

Skimbleshanks scaled the windowsill with considerably less restraint than he had felt when he’d spotted the tuxedo cat, but he still came to a stop a few steps away, gauging the other’s reaction.

The tomcat (it was a tomcat, no doubt) turned his ears and full attention towards him, only occasionally meeting his eyes, sniffing the air and slowly shuffling in Skimble’s direction with his front paws.

Skimble did his best to retain an equally relaxed body language, sticking out his chin and spreading his whiskers.

“My,” the tomcat broke the tense silence, startling Skimble so much that he almost fell off the sill, “look at that magnificent tail of yours. And the vest! You look like you know plenty about fashion, I say!”

“Er,” Skimbleshanks answered. Then he cleared his throat and tried again. “Why, thank you kindly. Might I say that your spats suit you quite excellently?”

The tomcat laughed heartily and heaved himself to his feet, waddling forwards to cross the few feet of distance between them. Skimbleshanks followed suit. They met in the middle, smelling each others’ fur and rubbing their cheeks together to exchange scents.

Skimbleshanks found himself glad that the other was a cat. With dogs, many details of body language tended to get lost in translation. Here, he knew more or less exactly what to do.

The other tomcat’s scent was pleasant, smelling of well-groomed fur, freshly washed laundry and some sort of stew. (Skimbleshanks silently hoped that he himself didn’t smell too much of soot and coal.)

“What a coincidence to meet such a nice fellow tonight! May I ask for your name?”

“My name?”

“Ah, yes. Your first or your second, whichever you prefer.”

Skimbleshanks frowned. Did London cats have last names?

“My name is Skimbleshanks.”

“What a lovely name! I am Bustopher Jones, at your service.”

Apparently they did.

“Pleased to meet you, good sir. Do you come here often?”

Granted, the question was a little lame, but Skimbleshanks couldn’t help but feel a pinch intimidated. Next to Bustopher Jones’ impressive girth, he was more than aware that he himself was rather disproportionately lanky. Had he been born a less confident cat, he would have been envious.

(…He was a little envious.)

“You as well, you as well. And no, I tend to avoid this area of town. It is… well, one could say grimy.”

Oh, I like this one, Skimble thought.

“But today I felt it would be good to break routine. I do it ever so often, you know, and until now it has always yielded advantages aplenty, not to say surprises.”

“Pleasant surprises, I should hope,” Skimbleshanks chirped with a hesitant but jaunty smile on his face.

“Oh, very.” Bustopher Jones made a noise that sounded like an opera tenor humming to himself, and Skimble needed a moment to understand that he was purring.

And, just like that, all his prior caution fell away.

Bustopher Jones was all too happy showing Skimbleshanks around London, gracefully avoiding coming near the police kennel and providing him with a very detailed list of inns, guest houses, hostelries and restaurants that were open for feline customers, as well as a shorter list of places Bustopher himself visited more than frequently that was shared with discretion (“Among friends,” Bustopher murmured in Skimble’s ear, a cheeky smile on his genteel face. Skimble’s own face felt a little warm).

Here and there they came across other cats, most of which called out polite greetings but were quick to be on their way, all hurrying in the same direction.

“I’m not keeping you from a feast, do I?” Skimbleshanks asked after watching yet another stranger climbing over a low brick wall, their smooth dark pelt shimmering in the light of the full moon.

“Ah, I’m afraid the ball has already begun, but I’m not much of a party-goer, if you know what I mean. Though I do stop by every other year.”

“The ball?”

“Yes, the–“

Bustopher stopped in his tracks.

Skimbleshanks, who had walked alongside him, tried to reverse direction mid-step, leading to him stumbling over his own legs and falling onto the muddy pavement nose-first.

Luckily, Bustopher Jones seemed to have other worries than his companion showcasing his ungraceful footwork.

“Why, the Jellicle Ball, dear friend! Don’t tell me you’ve never participated?”

Skimble sorted his limbs and staggered back to his feet. “Jellicle…? No, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of it. I’m on the road most of me days, you see. Or on the tracks, rather.”

A scandalized huff almost blew him over again. “Now that won’t do. We shall grace the lot with our presence this year after all.”

With that, Bustopher Jones abruptly changed course and waddled after the cat with the dark brown fur. “Marsily! Marsily, I’d like to introduce you to Skimbleshanks the railway cat!”

What a title. A small ember of pride began to glow somewhere behind Skimble’s sternum.

Marsily stopped and turned back, tail lifted high in greeting. “Good evening.”

“Evening,” Skimble replied, feeling a little overwhelmed with the additional company. A ball? A Jellicle ball? Was ‘Jellicle’ a kind of dance?

“This good fellow tells me he’s never heard of the Jellicle Ball, and I say we should change that stante pede.”

“I agree,” Marsily said easily, her voice just as smooth as her pelt. She sent Skimbleshanks a curious glance, sniffing the air. “Where are you from, if I may ask?”

“Glasgow.”

Marsily nodded. “Ah, yes. Not many Jellicles over there. No wonder you’ve never heard of it.”

“…Pardon me, but what is a Jellicle?”

Bustopher Jones gave a chuckle that almost sounded ominous as Marsily turned her full attention on Skimble, pupils widening and whiskers spreading. Skimble’s hackles rose on instinct.

“Why, do I actually see with my own very eyes…” Marsily’s glower was made less intimidating only by the impish grin overtaking her face. “A cat who’s not heard of a Jellicle cat?”

Her intonation suggested that she was referencing a poem or perhaps a song of some kind, but all Skimbleshanks could do was forcing himself to not arch his back and hiss as a method of precaution. His ears pulled back either way.

Turning down the intensity, Marsily closed her eyes in a long, long blink and laughed. “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry, how rude of me! I’ve just always wanted to do that. I didn’t mean any offence.”

Now thoroughly confused, Skimbleshanks sat down on his haunches and turned to Bustopher Jones, hoping for an explanation.

“I’m afraid I’m not a very good storyteller,” Bustopher told him, patting Skimbleshanks’ shoulder comfortingly. “In fact, that post has been vacant for quite a few years now… Hmm. Still, there is much to say about Jellicles, and there are others who know all the old songs far better than I do.”

“And we are late,” Marsily added, her twitching tail telling of polite impatience. “I would suggest we go now and find someone who likes to talk a lot.” She winked. “Because I would rather dance!”

Oh dear. “Dance?” Skimbleshanks croaked.

“Well, it’s a ball, isn’t it?”

Skimbleshanks cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m not a very good dancer…”

“Neither am I, why do you think I’m always late? Ha!” Bustopher Jones patted Skimble’s shoulder once more and heaved himself back on his paws. “Looking at you, that problem will swiftly solve itself on its own, I’m sure.”

Marsily nodded. “We also have very good teachers.”

“Ah. Well.” Skimbleshanks stood up as well, tugging his vest into place. “I’ll make a right fool of myself, but uh… failing means yer playing, and so on.”

Bustopher Jones threw his head back in a guffaw. “I like your moxie, my friend! Now, let us make haste, before the kittens are sent to bed.”

They made haste indeed, Marsily leading the way and the two tomcats following, side by side.

“Looking back, that evening might have been one of the most eventful and informative evenings of my life. Although I don’t think I will ever live down that I once was the cat who’d never heard of a Jellicle cat.”

“The dancing problem did solve itself on its own,” Marsily purred, idly kneading the blanket underneath her paws. “Your sissonnes are to die for even now.”

Skimbleshanks coughed sheepishly and waved her off. “Hush.”

“It’s true, though,” Etcetera piped up from where she loafed on Plato’s back, and the rest of the kittens who’d listened to the story of Skimble’s initiation into the junkyard colony nodded in agreement.

“Flatterers, all of you,” Skimble sighed, not-so-secretly touched. “Maybe we’ll convince ole’ Bustopher Jones to give dancing another try one of these days, hm? So he won’t get too bored sitting on the tire with us old folks all evening.”

His suggestion created an immediate delighted discussion among the kittens, conferring who was most qualified to teach a cat like Bustopher how to dance – his immense weight ruled out the wild tumbles and leaps that young cats loved to show off with, maybe slower adagio combinations would be more suitable?

(The fact that none of the ‘old folks’ ever stayed on the tire for more than a few minutes went unmentioned.) 

Skimbleshanks and Marsily shared twin impish grins, silently hoping Bustopher would grace them with his presence very soon so Skimble could witness his lessons; he would return to the train station soon, off to supervise the Midnight Mail on its regular route, already looking forward to returning to the junkyard with tousled whiskers, new stories and new soot stains on his trademark vest.

After all, you could never go wrong with a little grime.

Just some info: ‘Marsily’ is my name for Exotica, the post of Storyteller is vacant at the time of the story because the oldies are quite a bit younger here (and Munkustrap is still a kitten!), and Bustopher’s habit of breaking routine does always lead to fortune, as this story proves. :} I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! ♥♥♥

#cats the musical #skimbleshanks #bustopher jones #exotica/marsily #namethat-i writes

[ima-ghost-art]

In making Macavitys kittens I have accidentally made a sorta cats Les mis au???

With Jemima as Cosette, Demeter as Fantine, Alibi (oc) as Eponine and Macavity and Lyre (oc) as the Thénardiers!

Also Munkustrap is Jean Valjean, Tugger is Enjolras and ELECTRA IS MARIUS!!

I'm debating either Bustopher or Gus for Javert

However I am leaning Pounce as Gavroche!

If anyone else has ideas (like who the others should be bc I sadly know not much about the other characters sorry 😅) please feel free to add anything!! :D

#cats the musical #jellicle cats #Alibi cats #lyre cats #Macavity #cats jemima #demeter cats #Munkustrap #pouncival #les mis #les mis au #cats au

[bombawife]

so mistocord was talking about a avatar au and i got inspired

bomba was traning with her fire bending both to be ready for the fight as well to warm up. how could the water tribe life on sucht cold place.

"princess bombalurina, dinners ready"

"uncle bustopher, i have told you as long i am banned you will call me captain or just bomba"

bustopher smiles at his niece. "i'm sorry bomba" "force of habbit"

"i have been banned for five years uncle"

bomba look up in the sky.

"but today i will go home."

"if those light was the avatar and if macavity keep his word" say bustopher

"it was the avatar and my brother will welcome me home" say bomba. "our suffering is almost over"

bustopher look worried at his niece. she still thought so high of her brother even though he did'nt deserve it

"well"he say. " you cant gatch the avatar with a empty stomach. come join us. i have make your favourite dinner."

#fanfic #avatar au #cats the musical #bombalurina #bustopher jones

[realreulbbrband]

For the flower ship asks thing :]

Dahlia, peony, orchid and snowdrop for Victeazer

Tulip, daisy and poppy for Cassoffelees

sorry this took long, life stuff but I love these ships so

Victeazer

Dahlia ; Do they keep secrets from each other?

Teazer has the habit of keeping secrets, much like Mungo. It's more stuff she isn't ready to or doesn't want to open up about. 

Teazer is a bit of a bad liar, especially when Victoria is being stern with her so more often there isn't a lot of hiding things from each other going on.

As for Victoria she’s practically an open book, most of the time atleast. She only keeps secrets if others ask her to, and since she’s very loyal about keeping trust she won’t rat anything out to Teazer.

Peony ; Which one is the most impulsive?

Teazer.

Rump is fairly hyperactive enough that she can get impulsive and sometimes her “do what you want and just go with it” mindset does influence Victoria. 

Of course, Vicky would never be willing to go on a full heist but she is up for a few pranks and maybe a bit of cheeky fun with Teazer if they don’t hurt anyone or get caught.

I started thinking of the scene from Smurfs 2 in the candy shop and how that’s basically 2019 M&R song

Orchid ; Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

OMG OMG

Victoria big spoons out of preference and cause Teazer loves getting engulfed in her girlfriend’s fluff. 

But occasionally they’ll switch up for funzies or depending on circumstances.

It’s not exactly an agreed-on thing, it just sort of happens.

Snowdrop ; How long have they been together?

Hmmmm I generally do a couple years after the events of the show for my hcs about them so probably two - three years i’d imagine

Cassoffelees

Tulip ; Which one gives the most gifts? Do they know the other well enough to give them something they'd like?

 Mistoffelees has the general advantage of being able to conjure things, he normally makes things Cassandra mentioned she liked / wanted. New collar, flowers, pillows etc. But even If Cassandra doesn’t mention a particular item he knows her well enough to get something she finds useful or likes.

However Cassandra isn’t one to be outdone, when it comes to hunting Misto tends to leave it to her (due to her own insistence and having far more opportunities and luck with it when on patrol) since Misto generally loves a good meal like his father Bustopher. So sometimes Cassandra will go out of her way to get him something special or new he hasn’t tried before. They have little at-home (or den) dinner dates.

Daisy ; Which one sings while doing chores? Are they good at it?

Hmmm, Misto whistles most of the time but he does sing few and far between.

Cassandra will and without a care, she has a genuinely beautiful voice and Mistoffelees loves hearing it. She normally sings simple tunes though.

Poppy ; How much do they trust each other?

Cassandra trusts Misto a lot. A lot a lot. 

(mini rant I'm sorry)

But my little headcanon was that Mistoffelees was always going to choose Cassandra as his assistant. In short term, she was in on it with Tugger and Mistoffelees.

Cassandra is a protective person and I think there was a big “What if Misto messes up” fear going around both of their heads during the whole get-back plan.  But instead of being doubtful, she does choose to trust Misto, (I think productions where they include cass running away is just her own anxieties getting the better of her) but she still manages to put that aside and trust Misto by getting into the pipe. And it works!

I think from then on she never really does doubt his magic. More importantly, him. 

As for Mistoffelees, he sort of always had a big amount of trust in Cassandra. Why wouldn’t he? She’s reliable and for him very approachable. They’re close and trust eachother alot.

#This was fun!!! Tyy for the ask #Getting to blab about my girls is always a pleasure #And cassoffelees too??? Yessss #victoria (cats) #rumpelteazer #victeazer #cassandra cats #mr. mistoffelees #cassoffelees