#2019 mistoffelees | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

toweroftickles · 9 months

Text

Magical Wake-Up Call (Cats 2019 Fluff)

Cats, it must be said, are a lazy breed. This is common knowledge. But Victoria was not normally one to lie around in bureau drawers or on windowsills, sunbathing, licking her wrists, doing nothing. Well, except on her birthday.

Her & Misto’s human family had set up a simple oval cat bed, woolly in texture and faded olive green, in the corner of the drawing room and beneath the broad, white-framed window. Midday sun poured in and covered Victoria in a warm puddle of light, and you could see the dust in the air floating carelessly by the edge of her fuzz. A bundled-up peach-colored blanket served as a crude pillow for her while she curled into a comfy little ball, knees at her chest, purring contentedly.

Wow…she looks beautiful. Mr. Mistoffelees’ heart swelled. For the past half hour, a small beige-ish couch across from Victoria had been his resting place, and he was unmoving from a vulture squat.

He didn’t want to disturb her, not for anything, but he was getting antsy and impatient. It was Victoria’s first birthday with the Jellicles, and Misto was determined to make her feel like part of the tribe. With the help of Munkustrap - as he lacked organizational skill himself - he’d successfully encouraged everyone to do something special for her. Bustopher Jones gathered together a whole Jellicle Feast from his usual back-alley haunts. (Or rather, he’d enlisted others to do it for him and snacked on it during the journey over.) Jennyanydots knew how much Victoria loved her cockroaches and had worked out a last-minute mini-routine with them. The calico twins really went all-out, setting up a basket and pulley from an upstairs window to ferry the two above the streets and right to the Egyptian. Hopefully it would be romantic…that was the idea. But the longer Victoria slept, the more everyone else had to wait.

Maybe he could get her attention with something. Misto didn’t yet have any real, proper control over his conjuring tricks…his wand, his cards, and his dice were the only things he could produce with any consistency. But reaching into his hat or coat always seemed to give him exactly what he needed at any given moment. What would be in there today…a paper clip? No, that won’t help. A can of peaches…a flower…a rubber duck…

From inside his sleeve he finally pulled a huge, fluffy brown peacock feather, the kind of quill that some pretentious upper crust debutante would write letters with (or a toy that a cat would play with, were it on the end of a stick). It was the size of his torso and dressed in joyfully squiggly barbs.

He paused. A few glances, back and forth, between his arm and Victoria, and a lightbulb switched on in his head. Misto held his new toy out as he would his magic wand, grinning like a Cheshire, and silently tiptoed up to his mate. Oh, perfect…this'll be fun.

The feather slowly stroked up and down the arch of Victoria’s foot, several times…it took a second, but the sleepy white kitten shivered. Her toes clenched up. There it was…a big smile.

“MmmmMMM-Hmhm,” a high-pitched giggle slipped out through her nose. Victoria snapped her arms and legs in like a beartrap around her makeshift pillow and struggled to keep her lips glued together. Her thin fingers clasped tightly at her sides, instinctively trying to shield her from further tickle attacks. Though she made efforts to hide her face, Misto still caught a glimpse of that pretty smile peeking out at him.

Now it was a little game for the both of them: for Victoria, to see how long she could pretend to keep sleeping. For Mr. Mistoffelees, how quickly he could make her laugh. And neither was intent on losing.

“Heh-Heh…come on; I know how ticklish you are,” Misto whispered to her, unable to hide his smirk. He had to hold Victoria’s ankles still as her feet tried to flex and squirm away from his giant feather. It tickled back and forth until her cheeks turned pink.

The soft bristles slowly traced across her pale soles…up her leg…on the back of her knee…her thigh…along her waist…toward her neck...every little brush made Victoria's shoulders tremble. She was a squirmy girl. Her tail danced happily in broad swipes like a metronome…tick, tick, tick….she wasn’t fooling anyone.

"Hmhm-Hm! *gasp* Hih-Hng...Nnnnnn," she whined. She was biting her lip, doing a pretty good job bottling her giggles, while the feather kissed her cheek and shyly slid up to her sensitive ears.

Hm…this wasn’t working. Time for drastic measures. Cracking his knuckles, Mistoffelees turned the quill around and scribbled its sharp tip, as if he were writing, in one of the little canyons in between his girlfriend’s ribs.

Aha! Got her! The white cat squealed quite suddenly and covered her face with both hands. Her flushed-pinkish ears sloped back in dreadful embarrassment.

“Heek! Ok ok ok, I can't t-hake any more…I pr-ha-homise to get up, please dohon’t,” she begged him, snickering helplessly. Her laugh had a wilting, musical sugariness that lured Misto in closer.

“Come on, sleepyhead...” Now that he’d won the game, there was no need to be shy. Misto wanted to look like some big, scary monster pouncing on Victoria from behind (just to be playful), though he was hilariously bad at seeming threatening…he couldn’t even manage a decent growl…and following a half-hearted hop, he awkwardly tumbled forward on top of her, snuggling her in his arms.

All ten of his fingers combat-crawled through the fields of snowy fuzz that coated Victoria’s quivery torso, up her belly and ribs, affectionately scratching her soft skin all over until he was tickling in both of her armpits. She wriggled desperately underneath him. Her insides warmed up like she’d just gulped down a mug of hot cocoa.

"Heh...I wonder who's having more fun here; you or me," the magical cat playfully taunted his mate. That just made her laugh even more.

“Heehee! Hih-Hih Hn…Haha, Ha-Ha!” Victoria giggled and giggled but didn’t want to stop, lost in the shower of nibbling kisses that peppered her neck. Her big grin was half from ticklish laughter and half from the sheer fun of tussling and wrestling with her boy. Pulled by her thin wrists, she was turned over on her back, breathless, trembling, and smiling sweetly up at Misto. Their fingers intertwined, palms pushing against each other, with Victoria unable to shove him away. At last she spoke, still a little giddy. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, from behind her ear, as if he were retrieving a magic disappearing coin, Mr. Mistoffelees produced an elongated metal earring and gently attached it to her. It was sort of similar to the one she'd worn during her mischievous outing with the calicos – a tall shell shape of pearly pink-white texture, dotted with little veins of gold. She reached up and touched the jewelry when she realized it was dangling from her ear. It was a little big for her, but she always felt so beautiful wearing them - like a princess, she sometimes said. She was not vain, but it was a bit of a weakness for her.

“Heh…ha-happy birthday,” Misto told her, blushing. She smiled right back at him.

“Aw…mmm, thank you so much…but…why did you have to tickle me awake just to tell me that?” She didn't want to be annoyed or upset with him, really; she loved how affectionate Misto was. But part of her couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that her nap was cut short.

“Oh, well, I…um…I-I had a lot planned. Everyone’s waiting for you.” Victoria’s ears perked up. “It was kind of a big deal…I thought we could do some really…fun things today.”

Slowly, Victoria propped herself up on her wrists, and before Mistoffelees could react, zipped forward and pecked him on the end of his nose.

Time stood still, freezing Misto in surprise. His tail curled into a candy cane and his nose turned red, and this delighted Victoria as she stretched out, yawned softly, and stood from her cot. She moved with surprising buoyancy; by the time Misto snapped out of his blip of a trance, Victoria was already across the room by the door and admiring her birthday present in a copper wall mirror. She turned the earring over in her fingers again and again, practically radiating from the inside. There was a twinkle of light all about her, not just from the noon summer sun streaking through her fur.

“Come on!” she called her boyfriend excitedly.

Well…I certainly wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Not needing any further encouragement, the gleeful Mr. Mistoffelees bounced up and dashed over to her, and soon the two were gone.

It was only in the trailer and not the finished film, but I always loved this shot of Victoria playing in pillow feathers. Not for tickle reasons; it's just cute. ^^

So apparently this is my niche now. This is the life I've chosen. I got this request (and finished it) a really long time ago, but I never uploaded it because I didn't want anyone to think I'm weirder than they already do. XD Don't worry, "normal" stuff is back on the menu soon.

11 notes · View notes

multifamdomfan · 7 months

Text

Things I would have changed about 2019 Cats

Hold the freaking camera still

Keep making each cat's character have their own unique designs

Tom Holland as Misto

Don't make Misto clumsy, I'm fine with him being shy and insecure though

Please let him be graceful and elegant but not fully aware of it

Make Munkustrap's fur more dark and dramatic

Make Old Duet a man

Victoria should stop shaking while she is dancing

"Rum Rum Tugger is a terrible bore" line should be a playful jab

Don't make Bustopher Jones a joke, he is sophisticated, proper, and well respected. Not whatever Janes Cordon was

Same for Jennyanydots

Misto and Victoria being siblings

Plato x Victoria

Macavity keeps his jacket and coat on

Not make the set as big

That's it! I'll maybe make a pt. 2 of I think of anything else

#2019 Mistoffelees #cats 2019 #munkustrap #victoria #cats #jennyanydots #bustopher jones #my changes

4 notes · View notes

korybing · 8 months

Text

I just realized I never posted the CATS zine I made back in 2020! I've had the CATS brainrot since like uhhhhhhh 1998? I know all the deep CATS lore.

#cats #cats 2019 #cats 1998 #mistoffelees #munkustrap #rum tum tugger #rumpleteazer #mungojerrie #bombalurina #demeter #old deuteronomy #skimbleshanks #fanart #broadway musicals

1K notes · View notes

clovenhoofedjester · 4 months

Text

ive been missing here for a while due to a mix of just like. holidays, life events, other hobbies, procrastination, etc. and this blog has been established as multifandom with a focus on hlvrai and half-life. so this here fanart may be a bit of a curveball

my dormant interest in cats the musical was reawakened recently. its all ive been watching and thinking about. i should be back to regularly scheduled half lifes after this passes over

#cats the musical #mr. mistoffelees #my doodles #took some inspiration from the 2019 movie for his little jacket. i thjnk it was cute

85 notes · View notes

mistocore · 11 months

Text

yeah

#ugh #cats #cats musical #cats 1998 #cats 2019 #cats the musical #my art #mistoffelees #mr mistoffelees

244 notes · View notes

camthecatchameleon · 4 months

Text

every time i engage even a little bit in Cats the musical I fall back into the hole for a little bit

#cats the musical #cats 1998 #i love this fucking musical so damn much dude you have no idea #if you haven't watched it. its all on youtube. i highly highly recommend it.#its also all in a playlist in chronological order #that playlist used to be my study music dude id be jamming out to magical mister mistoffelees while doing stoichiometry #the movie was a fucking disservice and a disgrace all my homies hate the cats 2019 movie #also. gay people. in the musical. gay people real.#i could go on and on about how much i love this musical but i wont #unless...#i do understand that it's not for everyone though. it is a bit of an acquired taste (probably)#ludwig's laments

76 notes · View notes

princess-pathetic-112898 · 1 year

Text

So I may or may not be currently hyperfixating on Cats after finally seeing it live (fantastic production btw the 2022-23 cast is so good) and looking back on the Boschian nightmare that is the 2019 film, you know what the worst thing they did was? And I mean the WORST thing. It wasn’t turning sweet & matronly Jennyanydots into Rebel Wilson scissoring the camera. It wasn’t shoving poor Victoria into the role of protagonist in a musical that’s designed not to have a protagonist. It wasn’t the horrific MoCap suits (but I do still feel so bad for the VFX team that got thrown under the bus). It wasn’t even James Corden existing. I will go to my grave insisting that the movie’s greatest sin was, in fact, the straightwashing. Tom Hooper took my beautiful boys-

And hit them with the hetero ray. How fucking dare he. The movie’s understanding of Tugger is so goddamn surface level it makes my head spin. Their version of him is a flirt and nothing else, and that isn’t actually the case in the musical. Like, for all his strutting and, ahem, gyrating, that Rum Tum Tugger isn’t actually all that interested in the girl cats who fawn over him is made pretty clear in his big number. But who DOES he show an interest in, in just about every version of the stage show?

The movie adds insult to injury by still giving the “Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore” line to Mistoffelees, but then changing the context to make it no homo. Rather than Misto playfully teasing Tugger, he’s now acting jealous & trying to dissuade Victoria from taking an interest in Tugger. Because the film is so committed to convincing us that this guy is straight-

that they wrote up a romantic arc for him out of whole cloth WITH HIS SISTER GUYS THEY WERE SO AFRAID OF GAY CATS THEY PAIRED HIM OFF WITH HIS SISTER. I know the film versions of their characters aren’t related (probably because Hooper & co didn’t know they were canonically siblings because they didn’t do their homework because they didn’t care they just wanted that awards bait)- but still what the actual fuck? No gays allowed but you can kiss your sibling. Truly a movie for Alabamans.

#fan post #fan rant #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats 2019 #cats 2022 #rum tum tugger #mister mistoffelees #mr. mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #straight washing cw #lgbtqia

255 notes · View notes

rainbowratsstuff · 10 months

Text

Or if you just want to hear me talk about these ideas more I'm happy to do that ^^

#cats #cats musical #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #mungojerrie #mistoffelees #2019 cats #cats 2019 #2019 mistoffelees #cats au #au

14 notes · View notes

statisticalcats2 · 1 year

Text

Mistoffelees + tail curling 1/2

#cats the musical #cats the movie #cats 2019 #2019 mistoffelees #statisticalcats creations #pro fiction safe #pro ship safe

29 notes · View notes

toweroftickles · 2 years

Note

You totally don’t have to do this and you’re probably busy but could you please do a Mistoria where Mistofelees has been really stressed and overworking himself so Victoria drags Mistofelees back home and tickles him until he promises to take a day off? 🥺👉👈

Mistoria - Everyone Needs A Break

(Cats 2019 Fic)

Her smile when he picks her up is just 🥺❤️💕

See, people who follow my blog; you can’t get mad at me for writing about them again, because someone else asked for it! 😆

As Victoria didn't have a home of her own, Mr. Mistoffelees had immediately opened his door to her as soon as the incident with Macavity had passed and she was part of the tribe. One of the few Jellicles with a human family, he was better off than most.

It was a narrow but pleasant two-story, distinctly average in its red brick uniformity, just a few streets over from the house so frequently terrorized by the calicos (where he had rescued Victoria from a dog). Upstairs, tucked in the corner of pale gold wallpaper and right next to the window (outside of which rain had started pattering that evening) was a chest of drawers, old and hand-carved with a warm burnt-sienna glow. This was where the humans kept their shirts and undergarments. The top drawer was the best...that's the one with all the stockings in it...and it was on many a cool night that you could sneak into the room after dark and catch the pair of Jellicles cuddled up together in that pile of clothes. A small oil lamp flickered on top of the drawer, while Misto sat inside it.

His hands shook...he was still struggling with the card tricks. All he had to do was shuffle; that's it...come on...flick! Half the deck shot out of his coat sleeve and fell down to the Oriental rug below. Misto groaned miserably. His eyes were red and tired.

“What’s the matter with me?”

"You don't have to worry; I promise. You told me you'd stop practicing if we went home..." Victoria was on the edge of the squeaky bed across from him, antsy and a little concerned. Her ears wiggled at the impact of raindrops on the glass. Her eyes shimmered, threatening tears that hadn't yet formed. “This last week you’ve barely slept…why don’t you take tomorrow off?”

"I can't! Our next performance is tomorrow!"

"Gus will understand. You can't do your act with him every night."

"But...but what if I've lost my magic?" Misto had been nervous before, but this bordered on panic. Fiery claws were throttling his neck, squeezing until the liquid threatened to burst out of his tear ducts. He sank down to his knees, brokenhearted, until he felt Victoria nuzzling his shoulder. Her purr gave him goosebumps, every time.

“You know there’s no other cat so clever...you make all of our lives so wonderful with your magic. But you’re still you. It’s ok to say you need a rest.”

The remainder of his cards then found themselves scattered to the floor too. Misto’s jacket followed, but not his top hat. He wouldn't hear it. Not for this; he owed Gus everything, didn't he? The Theater Cat who'd been his lifelong idol, the one who acted as a nurturing father figure ever since that night the year prior? Besides, his powers had always been temperamental at the best of times; what would happen if he stopped practicing? What was he going to do?

Moaning, Mistoffelees plopped face-down in the pile of grey-and-black socks, wrapped in an ocean of cotton strips as he curled up. All he wanted was to cry into a pillow and fall unconscious for a few hours. Lost in stress, he looked up from his favorite napping spot for a brief moment, and there was Victoria’s head, slowly peeking over the drawer’s edge.

“Please stay here with me tomorrow,” she implored him. Her pale right hand reached up and began to pet his back and shoulders, her palm slowly running through his fur. The tuxedo cat seemed to almost drift off into a foggy sleep as his other muscles melted like warm chocolate at her touch, eyes still clenched shut, but Victoria could hear his throat softly purring. Her heart hurt, to see him so tightly wound.

The white cat’s finger gently traced the shape of a C along the outer ridge of Misto’s fuzzy black shoulder blade, and suddenly, his whole back shuddered.

“Heh! Hm-Hm,” he chuckled softly. There it was…a smile.

A sparkle grew bright and bouncy in Victoria’s eyes. Oh, he couldn’t stand that…Pouncing on impulse, she vaulted over the lip of the drawer and landed right next to him with a thud. All ten of her digits pressed into the rear of Misto’s ribcage and skittered down his back like little tap-dancers. His whole body tightened and sprung up from the nest of socks.

"AAaa, Heh! Heh! D-heh...p-please; don’t do that," Misto stammered, his eyes bulging. He scrambled up and turned over on his back, hoping to slowly retreat away from Victoria...then had a cold shiver of realization. He'd just exposed his stomach to her. She was on all fours, slinking toward him…

“Are you sure you don’t need to relax?” she teased, poking his tummy. She was slowly crawling on top of his hips...

“GaaaAAAaaah…I…I…please, V-Victoria…”

With both of her thumbs and forefingers, Victoria firmly pinched Misto’s sides. The sudden energy current through his stomach made him gasp, and Victoria began to massage the soft handles of flesh she was squeezing as if she were rubbing a pair of quarters together. Instantly, Misto’s face twisted into a nervous smile, his ears twitched, and he started to giggle.

“Ha! Heheh Huh-Huh Ha-Ha…Heh! No, pl-hease, cut it ou-hout…that tick-hlhl-hles! Ahhh, st-hop stop stop stop….Ok, I’ll t-hake tomorrow off; nohoho…”

“Do you promise?” Victoria asked him, delighted. The way Misto sputtered on the word “tickles” had uncaged a whole flock of butterflies in the ivory kitty’s tummy. Suddenly, his vow wasn’t quite enough for her, and her pincer hands kept kneading and squeezing his sides.

“Heh-Ha! Mmmm, Hm-Hm Heh-Heh! N-ho, don’t, not there, Heh!”

“Heehee! Look; you look happier already.”

Victoria’s fingers danced up Mistoffelees’ torso, in between his ribs and shuffling beneath his armpits (often with wide movements, one fingertip at a time…they kinda flopped around like skittish noodles). Her touch was very gentle and almost clumsy. But what Victoria lacked in “tickling skills,” she more than made up for in sheer joyful affection. Her silky, high-pitched giggle was rather contagious, and she just had a palpable love for getting her shy boyfriend to open up, smile, and laugh with her. He was wriggling and squirming like a little kitten.

Still straddling his middle, Victoria swiveled around until her graceful hands came to rest on Misto's ankles. (She took extra care too to bury her feet in the layers of of fuzzy socks the couple rested on...she couldn't let him grab and start tickling them, after all; not while she was busy cheering him up!) His white spots, she knew, were his sensitive ones...

“N-Heh…D’aaaahhh! Ha…Haha! *gasp* Hai-Heh Haha! St-hop, stop; please, stahop! *gasp* Heheh…Ha! Haha-Ha! I a-already prohomised!” Misto threw his head back, unable to stop laughing, and pleaded with his girlfriend over and over. He pulled and kicked weakly, or at least tried to, with his ankles shuffling against the various human underclothes. Victoria was flicking her hand up and down on his arches, more akin to strumming a guitar than a proper tickle attack, but bless her heart; she was trying. Misto’s chalk-white feet wiggled and squirmed on top of each other as he laughed, but it didn’t help him pull away.

“Ok now, hold still,” Victoria’s sweet, excited laugh buzzed taunting in his ears. She grabbed Misto by his toes with one hand, and gingerly picked at the ball of his foot with the other…just the tiniest little scratches with one fingernail. But that was enough.

“Haha, Ha-Ha-AHHH…Heh-Heh Ha-Heh! *gasp* I d-hid what you ahasked, Ha-Heh! Pl-hease, pleaheehease…*gasp* Stop stop stop stop! Haha-Ha, Haha-Ha!”

The longer this went on, the pinker Victoria’s smiling cheeks grew. She couldn’t stop grinning and turning to look back at her precious magical cat every few seconds, but then, whenever their glassy eyes met…ah! Her head snapped away again in schoolgirl-like shyness. Oh my god…he’s so cute when he laughs… If she got any more embarrassed, her face would have sunk down inside her chest cavity like a turtle’s.

It was another minute or two before Victoria finally quit playing with Misto’s feet and decided to let him relax. Still a little light-headed from all his desperate laughing, the magician rolled over and pulled his knees into his torso.

Whew…whew…his whole body went limp as he breathed. It was like there was a wind-up key in his back and it had slowly come unscrewed. Ears twitching, his hat fallen off, Misto finally allowed himself a moment of peace and snuggled his head into Victoria's waiting lap.

"Awww, there we go..." she whispered.

A sigh...her belly felt soft and warm on his cheek, breathing in and out with him...her fingers ruffling behind his ears...

"Do you really think I'm pushing myself too hard?" he asked. She nodded.

"Ever since you rescued Old Deuteronomy, you seem like you're trying harder and harder to prove you belong, that it wasn't an accident...but you have already. All of the Jellicles love you. And so do I.”

Misto slowly exhaled through his nose…chfff…like a train leaving the station…and continued: “…Maybe you’re right....I’ll talk to Gus tomorrow. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Anyway…I don’t think Gus likes how you steal his thunder all the time,” teased Victoria. She offered a playful smirk and a wink, just to make sure he knew she was joking. Suddenly, his energy was back.

"Oh, really? Do I now? Huh?" Misto laughed, spun upward, and pawed at his girlfriend's stomach. The grin on her face could have illuminated a dark alley.

"Hihih! Hm! Ah! Oh no, not my belly button," she giggled helplessly.

Soon the cats were tumbling over one another in a bubble of flying socks, attacking each other with playful tickles, static cling running through their wiry fur. Their shadows danced on the wall opposite as the lampwick bathed them in its friendly light.

They didn't stop until they were both totally exhausted, out of breath, and getting tingly hot flashes all over their bodies. A playful giddiness had seized them, and even after several minutes went by without so much as a poke, they were still laughing.

Victoria snuggled her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. He chuckled to himself and pulled a sock off of his forehead.

"Heh-Heh...th-hat...that was...kind of fun," he smiled at her. Until that point, Mr. Mistoffelees hadn't been sure exactly what he needed. But somehow Victoria always gave it to him. For the first time in a week, he felt a cool calm wash over him.

And if you sneaked into the room after dark, you would have caught the pair of Jellicles cuddled up together in that pile of clothes.

I LOVE THEM DON'T @ ME

13 notes · View notes