Chat Noir hated
thunderstorms. He absolutely despised them. In fact, he didn’t see the good in
them. They were loud and wet and dark. There was absolutely nothing to like
The only thing he
hated more was that this distaste seemed to follow into his life as Adrien.
Thankfully, he had
been trapped at Marinette’s house when it began. In her arms, he at least felt
some sense of safety. All around were a lovely number of pillows and blankets
to protect them. His head lay in her lap and she worked magic through his hair.
It brought him comfort in between the crackles of thunder.
“Are you feeling any
better?” she asked.
“A little bit,” he
purred, easing into her. Suddenly, a loud crack whipped in the air and his body
became taut. “No!” Giggles escaped Marinette’s lips before she returned to
cooing over him.
“When I’m scared,”
she began, “I like to think of my favorite things, and then I feel better.” Chat
Noir considered this for a moment.
“What are your
favorite things?” he wondered out loud, not wanting to put his to words quiet
yet. She hummed at the question.
“Well, there’s you.”
He grinned a cheeky grin.
“I knew that.” Her
hand momentarily left his head, to which he was mildly displeased, in order to
count her list on her fingers.
“And new dresses, my
dad’s macrons, chocolate chip cookies…”
“Those sound nice,”
Chat remarked. Hands returning to ruffle his hair, she looked at him
“What are your
“Well head pats are
purretty high on that list, so we’re off to a good start.” Ignoring and
accepting his pun, Marinette allowed this observation to instigate quiet the
smile upon her person.
“What else?” she encouraged,
moving her hands down from his hair to cup his cheeks.
“Those chocolate chip
cookies sounded really good.”
“Mmm,” she hummed,
“And cuddles. I pawsitively
love cuddles.” A smirk crossed her cheeks.
“That could be
“Mmm, if you think it
will help distract you from the storm,” she whispered.
It’s still Christmas in my timezone, so I’m not late!
Aaaand I accidentally made this another group picture of all the MCQ skellies, WHOOPS. It was originally going to be just the three bros, but then I felt Deccy and Fresh cuddles were necessary, and the others wormed their way in. They were also meant to be chibis, but they ended up just being smol? So, this ended up taking longer than I planned, hence the almost/kind of lateness.
I designed the sweaters for Geno, Error and Ink. I have mixed feelings about the results, but I don’t wanna mess around with them anymore.
I have more ideas for Christmas pictures, so I might draw and post them late!
I hope everyone has/had a very merry Christmas, or whichever holiday you celebrate, or just a great day in general!
17 April. Mungkin tarikh kelahiran seseorang. Mungkin juga tarikh kematian seseorang.
Buat yang menyambut kelahiran pada 17 April, Allah itu dekat dan memperkenankan permintaan. Moga termakbul segala doa dan tercapai segala impian. I hope, wherever we go, may people recognize that we have a beautiful heart.
Buat yang menempuh kehilangan pada 17 April, moga tabah dan redha menghadapi. Rasulullah bersabda “Air mata boleh mengalir, hati boleh bersedih tetapi kita tidak boleh mengatakan sesuatu kecuali yang dapat membuat Allah redha. Dan kami, wahai Ibrahim, sedih kerana pemergian mu.” (Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim) Some people think that to be strong is never feel pain. But in reality, the strongest people are the ones who feel, understand and accept it.
Apa pun yang berlaku walau cuma sisa-sisa rasa yang tertinggal; ia tetap wujud dalam kenangan. Manis atau pahit, yang pasti rasa itu pernah hadir dalam ingatan.
Orang dalam kenangan boleh pergi, namun kenangan yang ditinggalkan tak akan pernah hilang.Setiap budi yang memenuhi, setiap bekalan yang diisi, semuanya terpateri kukuh dalam memori.
Terima kasih untuk doa yang tak henti-henti. Moga kalian juga dalam jagaan Ilahi.