#tumboffelees

[strawberry-jellicle]

THE THREE OF THEM ARE IN LOVE!!!!!!!

#cats musical #cats 1998 #jellicle cats #mister mistoffelees #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #tumblebrutus #tuggoffelees #tumboffelees #tuggtumboffelees #tuggtumble #mr mistoffelees

[junkyard-gifs]

Mistoffelees just doing the sparkly thing again...

... wait, that's a baby!

Xavier Pellin as Mistoffelees and Matthew Levick as Bill Bailey. 2022 Asia tour, 1 January 2023 (X).

#mistoffelees #tumblebrutus #tumboffelees #matthew levick #xavier pellin #c: mistoffelees #c: tumblebrutus #mistoffeleesxtumblebrutus #cats the musical #230101 #s: bows #2022 asia tour

[pleasantcaterwaul]

Every time I go to write fanfiction I forget. I've had an idea for a Tumboffelees for like a week and I keep forgetting to actually write it.

[namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou]

Pas de Chat

As part of my “Catsiversary”, here’s some Tumboffelees for @fluffytuffles​​! I hope you like it. Just as a warning, there is a lot of Ballet lingo in here, so if you want to cross-check what the hell I am talking about, here’s a list of ballet steps that should include all of them. Enjoy, and all my love to those who read/like/reblog! ♥

The street lamps were alight and fresh night air blew through Tumblebrutus’ whiskers as he made his way over the rooftops of London.

Night walks like this had become a habit of his, if only to search for a nice spot to caterwaul in peace and quiet, without disgruntled neighbours throwing boots or oven mitts at him. The junkyard offered an almost overwhelming amount of space to do just that, mind, but sometimes it was nice to, as Bustopher Jones would put it, take his business elsewhere. Here on the roofs he remained undisturbed, with only the odd chimney sweeper stopping to listen to him sing and maybe shake his paw.

(Who brought whom more luck was hard to say, but Etcetera said that it had to be shared, and she was usually right when it came to philosophical dilemmas like this.)

Tumblebrutus took a run-up and cartwheeled across a rain gutter, walked down the roof tiles on his hands and came to a standstill at the very edge of the roof, balancing on one arm. Munkustrap would certainly suffer a heart attack if he could see him now, and he was once more glad to be on a roof instead of a shoe carton or car boot.

Coming to stand on two legs again, Tumblebrutus held his nose into the cool wind and widened his pupils, ears turning this way and that, searching.

There.

With a mew of satisfaction, he jumped from the roof on the balcony just below, gingerly balancing on the clothes line to the balcony across and climbing up the rose trellis to the cornice, which he mounted with a vigorous jump. A flock of doves cooed angrily and scattered when he entered the flat roof, leaving feathers and an empty dovecote behind. He let them; he wasn’t here to hunt tonight. And besides, these doves had a job, hunting them would be indecorous. That’s what Jennyanydots said, at least.

A noise from a nearby roof made him jump, quickly falling back to all fours. He looked up to see a sweeper dance around a chimney, swinging his broom like a dance partner in a waltz. When he noticed Tumblebrutus, he saluted and doffed his cap, making his broom perform a silly little bow in kind. Tumblebrutus reciprocated with a slow blink and a lift of his tail.

He recognized this human, even though he couldn’t remember his name, which was a shameful thing to admit by itself. But the sweeper surely did not take any offence, and his kind were admiringly quiet about what they saw up on the roofs, so Tumblebrutus blinked at him once more and then turned his back on him, rising onto his back legs.

He hooked his claws into the mesh of the dovecote, using it as a makeshift barre, and began his warm-up training.

Demi-pliés to start, descending into a few grand-pliés, rélévés to balance it out and find his centre. (This was considerably harder than yesterday, since one of the guards’ children had brought them a truly massive plate of wet food from the can this morning, and Tumble had eaten quite a lot. He was a growing tomcat, after all.)

He jogged in place for a few minutes, continued with jumping jacks and switched between pulling his knees up and trying to kick his own butt (this exercise always made Sillabub giggle), then he closed his warm-up with active stretches of every muscle he could remember, which were quite a lot, so it took a considerable amount of time, but warming up was the most important part of training – this he had been told time and time again, so he followed this advice dutifully.

Tumble leapt on top of the dovecote and back down again a few times to gauge if he was sufficiently warmed up, then he stood at one side of the flat roof and took up a starting position, arms in a petite pose, left leg in a tendu. He took a deep breath, aligned his pelvis and hips, tightened his core muscles, and lifted his chin, tail out straight behind him, mirroring the movement of his right arm.

With the decision in mind to start with piqué turns, Tumblebrutus let muscle memory take over, eager for his body to take him where-ever it wanted.

It didn’t take long for him to go from traditional ballet to more of a free style, as usual, the world tumbling around him as he tumbled in kind, alternating between daring flips and almost allegro-like poses and movements.

Standing still for too long bored him, but allegros were hard and a good workout after all, so he didn’t mind enduring them ever so often. It also looked nice to have some change of pace from time to time, or so he had been told.

After a flawless handspring-somersault combo he slowed down into balancés across the roof to catch his breath. His tail swished like a pendulum, going slightly lax whenever he turned and jutting out straight when he stopped, keeping him from losing his equilibrium when balancé-ing to the side.

The sweeper from the other roof had continued his work, humming a jolly little tune that worked well as background music for Tumble to time his steps to. The wind picked up a bit, carrying the sound of closing bedroom windows, snoring pollicles and lovesick tomcats caterwauling at the moon to Tumble’s roof.

Tumble’s ear pricked at the love song of one of these tomcats, the lyrics ones that he knew well. With a grin he came up with a playful little choreography on the spot, performing his best moves to impress his imaginary lover.

Never mind that said imaginary lover wouldn’t be particularly impressed, Tumblebrutus thought disgruntledly, his soubresaut merging into an entrechat quatre. Considering that he was – “Such a show-off.”

Tumble did a comical little bounce that had definitely been part of his choreography, and turned to the disrupting voice, back arched and fur puffed up threateningly. He relaxed quickly when he recognized the voice’s owner.

Mister Mistoffelees trotted across the roof, batting at Tumble’s ears as a playful greeting. Tumble stuck his tongue out at him.

“You’re one to talk,” he answered, mildly offended. “I’m not the one who leaves everyone in awe on the daily by dancing on our most-used clearing.”

Mistoffelees chirped, leaned to the side and performed the slowest cartwheel Tumblebrutus had ever seen. “That’s true. Have I left you in awe, as well?”

“Well, does it count if I leave so you can awe others?”

Mistoffelees cackled in response, and Tumble couldn’t help but join in.

“If you admit that you’re impressed by my fouettés, then I will admit that I’m impressed by your entrechats,” Mistoffelees proposed, wrapping his tail around Tumble’s with a cheeky little wiggle of his brows.

Tumble flicked his ears, his competitive streak making itself known in the quickening of his heartbeat. “Persuade me, then.”

“Hmpf,” said Mistoffelees, but his grin didn’t falter. He bounced a little on the spot, obviously warmed up already, as the fluid movements of his legs revealed (Tumble wasn’t staring, honestly), then he launched into a flurry of grand jetés and pirouettes, turning so quickly that the excited lashing of his tail was but a blur to Tumble’s eyes.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Tumble dove into backwards handsprings, interspersing a few complicated steps here and there. He caught Mistoffelees jealously eyeing his sissones. Pride made his chest swell a little, and he did a few more, legs burning from the strain. He would be pleasantly exhausted later.

Coincidentally, they both performed a tour en l’air at the same time, and from there on it was the most natural thing to submerge into a joint choreography, alternating between steps they had learned for the Jellicle Ball and improvisation, whirling around each other like the little planets on the mobile in Tantomile’s and Coricopat’s den.

“Show me the new steps,” Mistoffelees panted after a few minutes that felt like hours to them, fully lost in their own little world.

“The new…? Oh, yeah, sure.”

Mistoffelees had missed the last session of their dancing lessons, because he had been visiting Bustopher Jones at one of his clubs.

Tumblebrutus positioned himself, demonstrating the short sequence of steps they had learned that afternoon, and Mistoffelees did his best to copy him.

Dancing was in his blood, but Tumble was still somewhat envious when he watched Mistoffelees dance the sequence without help after only two repetitions, displaying seemingly boundless flair and charisma that he himself could only dream of.

However, there was one little thing that was not quite right; Mistoffelees launched into the last chaînés, stopped his forward movement with a double pirouette, jumped – and missed the landing, coming to a halt in a lopsided fourth position.

Tumble giggled, and Mistoffelees stuck his tongue out at him. Then he tried again. And again. And again.

When the uneven “ba-thump” of his paws rang out for the seventh time, Tumble had to lean on the dovecote, writhing with laughter.

A huff. “You do it better, then.”

Wiping tears from his eyes, Tumble came face to face with Mistoffelees’ miffed expression, and he scooched to the side so Misto could sit down and sulk.

“Watch and learn,” Tumble proclaimed smugly, starting with a teasingly drawn-out and high développé, just to make a point. Mistoffelees rolled his eyes.

Well, he had asked for it. Tumble let his leg fall back down and began the chaînés, trying and failing to will his face to look a little more graceful, ended up with enough momentum for a triple pirouette, arms at his side and not dramatically over his head as Mistoffelees did it, jumped and pulled his feet up for a pas de chat – and landed in a flawless fifth position.

Mistoffelees’ expression had definitely turned a little sour now. Tumble did his best to suppress a cackle, but he couldn’t keep himself from throwing his arms up in the air, mocking Misto’s habit of making the most of every arm movement that a step allowed.

“Do it again,” Misto demanded, and Tumble did so without argument. The small black tomcat jumped up when Tumble had reached the pirouette part and mirrored his steps, a deep frown of concentration on his face.

Instead of stopping after the last jump, Tumble kept jumping, repeating the last step over and over and over, Mistoffelees copying him, movements getting more sure by the second, and at the sight of his frown all of Tumble’s competitiveness suddenly fell away, face lighting up in a giddy smile without his notice. At some point they were almost nose to nose, holding paws because it was the easiest way to avoid colliding with each other face first, crossing the roof in short leaps, over and over; pas de chat, pas de chat, pas de chat, pas de chat.

A voice startled them from their intense focus. “Have a nice evenin’, gents!” the sweeper called from across the roof, doffed his cap again and vanished in the labyrinth of chimneys.

Tumble and Misto came to a stop, breathing heavily, their fur bristling in the cool breeze.

For a while they stayed silent, catching their breath as the last caterwauling tom was shooed away by irritated humans and the moon finally emerged from behind a dark cloud.

Tumble broke the silence, batting at one of Misto’s ears. “Are you impressed now?”

Misto grinned at him, ducking away from his paw, reaching up to scratch at his ear himself, a tell-tale sign that he was embarrassed. “Yes. Exceptionally.”

If cats could blush, Tumble would have done so. Instead, he cleared his throat. And then he cleared it again, for good measure. “I’m… uh. I’m glad.”

“Of course you are.” Mistoffelees rolled his eyes, but he didn’t look annoyed at all. “Show-off.”

It was meant to be, Tumblebrutus wanted to say, but what came out instead was: “We were meant for each other, then.”

Instead of laughing at him, Mistoffelees twitched his whiskers, front paw strategically brushing against Tumble’s own, almost begging to be held. (Tumble complied.)

“Maybe so,” he said, and the look he sent Tumble was almost competitive.

Tumblebrutus gripped Mistoffelees’ paw tightly and impressed both of them by leaning forward and kissing him.

“Pas de chat” is a ballet leap that translates to “step of the cat”, which I thought fit very well. :) As it may be obvious, this is mostly based on Jacob Brent’s Misto and Fergus Logan’s Tumble, with Jacob having a little more charisma and Fergus having a slightly better technique. (As I normally hc Tumble to be a kitten and Misto to be a young adult, this is also a stand-alone.) I hope all the ballet talk wasn’t too overwhelming! Thank you for reading! ♥

#cats the musical #cats 1998 #tumblebrutus #mister mistoffelees #tumboffelees #namethat-i writes #namethat-i's catsiversary #ballet nerding on main #this counts!! so i will tag it as such

[jellicle-home-for-jellicle-ships]

TUMBLEBRUTUS AND MISTOFFELEES say ship whatever you like and have fun. Because...

Stephen Martin Allan as Mistoffelees and Aaron Hunt as Bill Bailey; Vienna revival, 15/10/2021.

#c: mistoffelees #c: bill bailey #c: tumblebrutus #tumboffelees #mistoffeleesxtumblebrutus #bill baileyxmistoffelees #stage cats

[fluffytuffles]

I'd like to hear some of your Tumble/Misto HCs for the 98!verse, if you would be willing to share!

Their dynamic is... interesting.

They started out as fairly intense rivals. Not that they didn’t like each other, but they were a little too caught up in impressing the group to realize when it became trying to impress each other.

Tumble used Pounce as his wingman to gauge Misto’s interest. Pounce isn’t the most subtle of the bunch, so it was really obvious really quickly.

“Do you like Tumble?” “What?” “My brother.” “Yes, I know who, I said what.”

They have what they both intended to be a long talk about their feelings, but was mostly just long stretches of mildly uncomfortable silence.

But they like each other. So they give it a shot.

They’re maybe too similar for their own good sometimes, but their little rivalry encourages each of them to improve themselves.

Misto makes a big deal of their very small age difference. “When I was your age, [something he did 3 months ago].”

In return, Tumble makes a big deal of their less insignificant size difference.

(That said, they really enjoy their big spoon-little spoon arrangement.)

Misto is a housecat and Tumble is a stray. Misto brings Tumble around his house and sneaks him in for a few nights at a time, helping him hide, especially when the weather turns bad.

Sometimes Misto will stay at the junkyard for a few nights. Tumble’s den is small, but so is Misto.

They love to steal fish together. Tuesday afternoons are spent on date night at the fish market.

Misto keeps Tumble from stealing children’s ice cream. “You’re gonna throw up again.” “You’re not my mom.” “Your mom would say the same thing.”

They both keep an eye out for each other, because they really do care.

While they do push each other where appropriate, they also recognize and respect each other’s boundaries.

They can spend days apart and think nothing of it. And come back together and pick up where they left off.

They complement each other well.

Tumble is surprisingly protective.

Their siblings are really cool with it (even though their sisters are crushing on each other too).

They’re both close to their dads, and bond over that.

They make an effort to focus on the things that work, and the things they have in common. It’s hard work, but it’s worth it.

Their relationship doesn’t make much sense to anyone but them, but it only matters to them anyway, so that’s alright.

#off the top of my head #cats the musical #cats 1998 #tumboffelees #op

[0zzysaurus]

tumbuffles nation will rise

Iconic for u Gina, I just wish I could muster stronger feelings about it. I think I'm too stuck in my Tumblepounce ways </3

#ask game #tumbuffles #tumboffelees

[junkyard-gifs]

guys, guys. An Arc is happening. 👀

re. Tumble/Misto in the 2022 Asia tour.

first Matt Levick's Bill Bailey was Adoring Baby who clings to Xavier Pellin's leg. Then he was Proud Jazz-Hands, please everyone look at my idol! (while still cute baby).

Now...

... do I detect a hint of sassy gay? Are you learning from your idol how to give sauce, sir?

... no, you saw nothing, he's back to baby again. 😇

Video by myoigoi on insta.

(2022 Asia tour, 26 March 2023.)

#matthew levick #tumboffelees #tumblebrutus #bill bailey #mistoffelees #xavier pellin #2022 asia tour #s: bows #c: mistoffelees #c: tumblebrutus #cats the musical #mistoffeleesxtumblebrutus #230326

[strawberry-jellicle]

Me talking about tugger x tumble x misto is like me talking to a brick fucking wall

#i aint seen nobody else talk about it without me starting it #all 3 are in love!!! #why fight over tumboff or tuggoff when obviously tumble loves them both #tuggtumboffelees #tuggoffelees #tumboffelees

[strawberry-jellicle]

The boys are back in town

#cats musical #jellicle art #cats 1998 #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #the rum tum tugger #tumblebrutus #mr mistoffelees #mister mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #tumboffelees #tumbtugger

[strawberry-jellicle]

Happy New Year from the Boys!!!

#cats musical #jellicle art #cats 1998 #mister mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #cats the musical #tumblebrutus #the rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #tumboffelees #tuggerbrutus #tuggtumboffelees

[fluffytuffles]

have you done tumble/misto for the ship song thingy?

I don't think I have, at least in a while!

"Wild Heart" - Bleachers

"Stardust" - MIKA

"Wrestlers" - Hot Chip

#cats the musical #tumboffelees #op #jellicles ask (because jellicles dare)

[strawberry-jellicle]

tumbuffles (self-indulgent)

1. How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

2. What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

They love to have dance practice together and show off! They can get really competitive though, especially when it comes to game nights!

3. Who does chores around the house?

They equally help out! They have a system on who does what because Misto is meticulous about what goes where

4. Who’s the better cook?

Tumble, hands down. Misto burns water.

7. Do they have any traditions?

Every Friday Tumble and Misto exchange a gift each of them came across during that week 🥺

8. What do they fight about?

They really only fight when it comes to playing games together. Misto may or may not be cheating at card games and Tumble calls him on it everytime.

12. One thing I like about this ship?

They're just cheeky dancing boyfriends who are in love!!!

13. One thing I don’t like about the ship?

Wish it was more popular ):

15. Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)

They were childhood friends who fell in love when they were teens!

#jellicle asks #litsy-kalyptica #tumboffelees #tumblebrutus #mister mistoffelees #mr mistoffelees #cats musical #cats the musical

[strawberry-jellicle]

A little guy and his little husbands!!

#jellicle art #tuggoffelees #tumboffelees #tuggtumboffelees #mister mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #tumblebrutus #tuggerbrutus

[0zzysaurus]

Oh Jerrie's in those gifs? Didn't notice 🤭

yeah yeah just cus u have tumboffelees brain rot - i'm too busy focusing on the MAIN EVENT <3

[fluffytuffles]

Tumboffelees' rainy Sunday date. Ready, set, go! ♥

Rainy days, Misto decided, were ideal for naps.

A muggy summer morning had given way to an afternoon downpour, and the young tom was curled up against the cool glass of his favorite window. Overlooking the back garden, the birch tree provided just enough shade on the rare sunny day, but on a day like today the shadow only made the breakfast nook even darker. The sheer curtains were an attempt to lighten up the space, but today they were closed against what the humans called "dreary weather." It was far from dreary for Misto. It was days like this he allowed himself to be lazy. He could just lie here and watch the day go by outside.

Misto hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he heard a pat-pat-pat on the glass, followed by a loud, scratchy mewl. He winked his eyes open and found a familiar brown-and-white tom balanced on the narrow strip of wood, paws batting urgently at the window.

Misto unfurled himself and expertly unhooked the latch. The window flew open, and he was pushed back, straight off the inside ledge.

He didn't make a noise. Any noise would alert his humans, who were growing ever more vigilant with each one of his little tricks. He swallowed back a whine as he found himself tangled in the curtains.

Misto turned his head and watched as a set of sharp claws hooked into the fabric, followed by another, and the curtain was tugged away from him.

When their eyes met again, Misto gave Tumble an incredulous hiss, even as he went in to rub his head against the other tom's fur. Tumble was soaked to the bone, tense with cold, crooked tail curled against his side.

There was no time to waste. Misto nipped at his mate's scruff, aiming for his tattered collar, and tugged him toward the adjacent den. Tumble followed him eagerly. With each step he shook himself out a little more, making pathetic little sounds of discomfort.

The fire was roaring but, quite irresponsibly of the humans, unattended. Misto hopped over to the ash-brown rug laid out in front of the fireplace, watching for his mate to follow. When they were rejoined, Misto rubbed his face again against wet fur before lying down on the rug. Tumble curled up in front of him, and Misto brought his tail up to lie against Tumble's side.

They were each too tired not to settle down quickly, bodies warmed by the flames and by each other.

They hadn't seen each other in three days, and that was apparently long enough that the Everlasting Cat would send a thunderstorm to bring them back together. They each thanked her for each other, and fell asleep in the firelight.

#tumbuffles my beloved #jellicles ask (because jellicles dare) #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats fanfic #tumbleoffelees #op