“This is my most loved and precious cat, Lynx who passed away last year and my heart was very heartbroken. My sister in law found her in a tree covered in ants when she was just a very tiny kitten. When she brought her home I fell in love with her! I will never ever forget her and have even have a tattoo dedicated to her. Make sure to always love and cherish your cats every second because you don’t know when they’ll be gone!”
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air — the witches of air are plagued by misconceptions, most believing them to be fragile and wispy. they are the very creators of tornadoes and cyclones, the voices behind the eerie howling of the wind. unexpectedly violent they love to stir up trouble, their curses carry for miles and the birds above do their bidding. fire — they dress in shades of black and red, their makeup is sharp and their fingers spark to light their cigarettes. witches of fire are hotheaded and quick to anger, and have a love of experimenting with spells that cross the line. they are beautiful in the harshest of ways, with wolfish grins than warn men away. water — often mistaken for sirens or mermaids; they are elegant and graceful, their every move a fluid dance. they are aloof and shy, but playful to a fault. they wear dresses of silk and chiffon and decorate their rooms with sea shells and shades of blue. mist rises from their finger tips and waves are conjured to keep prying eyes from coming too near.
earth — they have an affinity for animal companions, namely black cats, and cherish the feel of grass beneath their fingers. trees whisper secrets as they stride past, ivy twines itself through their hair and herbs offer themselves for the purest of spells. they make their homes in the very woods they’re born, rooted to the land of their ancestors.
He could feel himself being
woken up, slender fingers running down the extent of his damp in sweat bare
chest, the heat still borderline unbearable in their small student apartment,
its location, surrounded by old and threatening tall New York apartment
buildings, not letting any hint of night breeze offer some of its coolness
despite all the rusty windows being wide open. Short nails were scratching lightly
between his pecs, down his abs and then up his biceps in affection and the traffic
commotion down the always busy main road started invading his mind as he slowly
stirred awake. Disorientated eyes danced for a second inside the darkness of
the small living area and he brought a hand to rub away their fatigue adorably,
smiling lazily at his beautiful girlfriend that looked sweetly down at him,
sitting next to his sprawled slender figure on their creaky and surely
uncomfortable for a grown man to sleep on cheap Ikea couch.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered instantly
once getting his attention, Jughead just sighing and shaking his head to
indicate that everything was alright. Clearly, as grumpy as he was hours ago
when he had stumbled half-asleep in their bedroom to find her spread out like a
starfish diagonally on their double bed, now he couldn’t hold it against her;
not when she was looking at him with remorseful Bambi eyes and a cute little
pout on her stunning make-up free face, her frizzy, due to humidity, hair in a
funny pineapple atop her head and only in some mismatched underwear, a
grey and turquoise sports bra and a pair of neon pink boyshorts panties, in
order to endure the furnace of their apartment.
He opened his arms and nodded
for her to slide inside his embrace, Betty complying in a heartbeat, curling
like a cherish cat tightly against his muscular body, practically lying on top
of him due to the small space. “It’s the fifth time this week.” He mused,
bopping her messy bun in affection with his cheek as he let his fingers dance
against her bare shoulder, watching her smooth legs fitting perfectly in
between his bony, raven hair littered ones.
“I know; I’m sorry.” She whispered
again guiltily, her peach colored nails twirling around the white string that held his
black cotton shorts lowly against his hips, his abdominal muscles flexing at
even the smallest of her touches. “I’m just so tired and I drop dead on the mattress
and I don’t even register that I take up so much space.” His girlfriend
explained what he already knew, pouting adorably against his hard pec and
leaving a soft kiss there as a sweet apology.
They were in the middle of
their finals week, both of them sleep deprived and practically living on caffeine,
barely having time for the other as their studying schedules were completely reversed; she was an early bird, he was a night owl. She would go to bed early, more
correctly, she would drop like the dead when the clock would strike twelve and
he would stumble in their bedroom every night hours later, only to find his
space on the bed occupied either by her killer legs or her awkwardly spread
over arms. And she wouldn’t change position, even if the world was burning down around her. He would try moving her, sliding her
over, nudging her sweetly to wake up; nothing worked. She just kept dreaming
peacefully, rosy lips parted in innocent wonder and eyelids flattering against puffy cheeks and he
would just drag his feet to that very own couch in the living room that barely
fit his long limps.
“You can’t banish me, you know. This
is my bed too.” His voice scattered around them in lighthearted teasing,
Betty’s lips forming a pretty smile that tickled the soft skin of his torso,
making him smile too in the darkness.
“I wouldn’t dare.” She murmured
sleepily, a small yawn coloring the end of her sentence, the hours of endless
studying about language structure and origins fueling the exhaustion of her
body and mind. “Your side of the bed is closer to the door so if somebody
breaks in they’re probably gonna get you first and then I can run.” She blurted
adorably against his chest and Jughead scoffed before chuckling in disbelief,
leaving a kiss at the top of her head at how unbelievably amazing she was.
“Your affection has me hooked,
Betts, really.” He offered his sarcastic response, feeling her tightening the
hold of her arms around him, his own hands lacing against her hip.
“Meh, you love me anyway.” She
whispered lowly, before sleep overtook her completely, leaving him smirking at
the happy feeling deep inside his chest at how wonderful his life had
turned out to be.
“Yeah, sunshine.” he murmured lowly too, before his own eyelashes became heavy under the spell of Morpheus. “I do love you
Do you have suggestions for other Miraculous blogs?-Amber
7 MIRACULOUS SUGGESTIONS FROM YE BOI, LEECHEE
1. Always cherish the dorky cat son and the tiny bug child.
2. Never forget to thank our almighty saviour, THOMAS, for the beautiful gift he bestowed upon our undeserving souls.
3. Consistently reblog/post the content that makes you and others happy …or sad…or feel anything in general…it’s whatever fam we’re all dead inside.
4. Don’t be a soggy rotten potato (eg: a r3pOsterr l0lz)
5. If you make ml fanart make sure you chug a croissant before drawing adrien. If you don’t have a croissant, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO GET ONE. Or get whatever pastry you have available, thats fine too.
6. Listen to the theme song on loop for 30 hours each day. The more you listen to it, the more you level up. After about 15 weeks you’ll start to notice your hair turning into a dark shade of blue. Sometimes you’ll wake up in pigtails. If you have shorter hair, it’ll form a swooshy banana-like style. Do not be alarmed. This is all a part of his plan.
7. st- STAY MIRACULOUS! .･ﾟ*｡･+☆
note: I have no idea what I’m talking about a solid 93% of the time nor do I have any helpful suggestions but I assure you that #6 will let you accomplish anything in life.
I call forth any Miraculous blogger who wants to add on to this!
“Yes, it is. And on this particular day of the dead after centuries of being banished judy finally had enough.”
Two mammal figures floated up from there graves on the left is Nick Wilde he’s wearing an huge large hat with candles around it, wearing an beautiful red dress and paws on his curvy waist. On his right is Judy Hopps wearing an suit with flames on her shoulders wings on her back with a silver grey crown on her head with it her two-headed snake cane. Then they step off it and started walking more or less hovering through the small village looking at the living mammals respecting there loved ones.
“Really, my fox you have no idea how cold and vile the land of forgotten has become.” said judy ears perked up making nick chuckle softly at her then said. “Just like you and your father hearts, carrots. Just like your hearts.”
“Hey leave him out of it.”
“He’s the one who wanted me to love you, cute bunny.”
Judy blushed. “Don’t call me cute.”
“You know you love me.”
Judy grunts then noticed a male lion sneakily drinking while his wife and daughter are praying and respecting of there love ones. She smirks as she sizzled the flames out the candles making the lion eyes widen in shocked, but nick light them back making the lion gasp in shocked he looked at the bottle and prayed with his family making nick laugh.
“Why must i rule the bleak wasteland while you enjoy the endless fiesta party in the land of the remembered of prey and predators? It’s simply not fair.” she said with a smug then grins like a cherish cat when she was about to touch an elderly male deer who was praying to his dead wife but was stopped by nick. “Judy.” He slapped her paw away with his tail. “What? It’s his time to join his beautiful wife. More or less.”
“Uh-uh. Not today, sweetheart.” nick said floating away swishing his tail sexily but judy appeared infront of him.
“Come on, blueberries. Trade lands with me. I beg of you.” begging judy but nick is not pleased or a bit amused by her
“Oh. You’re so cute.”
“I’m serious. I hate it down there.”
“It’s not my fault, it’s your fault that you’re there because you cheated!” said pissed nick “You had your carrot pen with that wager.”
Judy is shocked then was about to protest when nick beat her to it and said. “Your no the bunny girl that i fell in love with all those centuries ago.”
She cringed at that then try to changed the subject. “Let’s forget what’s in the past mi amor.” nick growled at her in playful anger making her gulp nervously then look down and smiled. “Anyway, i was thinking how about another wager.”
“You think you can calm the flames of my hatred with another bet.” said furious nick then he see judy purple skull eyes looking at him then down he turned around to look at what she was looking then look back at her calmly an said. “What exactly do you have in mind, carrots.”
Judy laughed as she disappeared into a cloud of black mist carrots as nick follows as he disappear into a cloud of flower blueberries then appeared on the roof of the church building. “Let’s check out the menu for the evening.”
“Ah, look there, my sly fox. Classic mortal mammal dilemma.” Judy smirks as she watches nick smile. “Two boys. Best friends, no less. One bunny and a sheep.”
“Oh, in love with the same vixen i see.”
‘Just like old times.’ judy think in her head as she remember she and female lion are fighting over nick to see who can marry him the lion almost won but she cheated and i won him over.
“Fear not, senorita. Your has arrived.” said kaida
“Is that so.” said skye
“How dare you interrupt me an guitarrista.” said jack strumming his guitar dodge kaida attack to pounce him making skye giggle at them. The two boys start play fighting and dodge eachother attacks to try to impress skye but she wasn’t. She chuckled jumped off the rock she was sitting on and went to the boys that are still fighting.
“The vixen is mine, savage.”
“No kaida. She is mine.” Then they were pushed to the ground by skye as she smirks at the two paws crossed annoyed and said. “I belong to no one.” They were both admired by her strength, serious, and courage. “Whoa.” the two said making nick smiled.
Judy sighed. “I believe we have our wager. Which boys will marry her, blueberries.”
Summary: Four times that Spencer gets the first cup of coffee in the morning and a fifth that she realizes she wants Caleb to have that privilege.
(Okay, I think this turned out huge but I have so many feels for them and when I start writing them I want to write a frigging trilogy of their life together so yeah! xD I really hope you like it!!)
He wakes up
with bright rays warming his profile and birds tweeting away in a lively
chorus. It takes a second for his eyes to shred their heaviness and his mind to
abandon dream world but when that’s done, it all comes crashing down on him;
new texts, new mysteries, new A or whatever the hell the person that started
tormenting them this time would like to be called. His frowned focus on the
ceiling is disturbed by a stirring movement on his side and he titles his head
to watch her, chocolate locks frizzy and sprawled across her pillow and his arm,
as her head lays on the inside of his elbow, sleepy pouty lips tickling his
soft skin with every even breath she takes. Her eyes are fluttering and he
hopes her dream is nothing like her reality, leaning down to place a feather
light kiss on her temple and then the corner of her lips, trying to reassure
her that whatever happens he is in this too, always with her, and he won’t stop
fighting whatever psycho is haunting her until she won’t need to dream the life
she wished she had.
to sit up and she mewls softly, her slender fingers running up his shoulder to
anchor herself on him as she slides like a cherish cat to his side, him smiling
lovingly at the gesture and there is a heavy feeling in his chest, something
that makes him want to sigh in nervous excitement. He gives her one more kiss,
a longer one, on the top of her hair, and takes a rich doze of her neutral airy
scent before untangling her from him as gently as possible and getting off the
bed; now their bed. He sees her
curling his pillow to her chest and smiles again, that lovesick smile that he
always made fun of, that he always believed his lips would never form in his
entire life and he walks lazily to the small kitchen, turning on the coffee machine
to brew some of her favorite beverage.
only three minutes for the room to fill with the warm aroma as the pot is
filled with coffee and as if she senses it, and he is pretty damn sure she
does, he hears her patting lightly to his direction before he feels a kiss
between his shoulder blades, light but sensual enough to make a shiver run down
his spine. He turns with a smirk and fists the cotton material of his favorite
jumper on her hips, one more reason to make him smile like an idiot, and they
kiss good morning, ignoring bad breaths and whatnot because everything felt
comfortable with them, simple, easy.
falling into a morning routine, aren’t we?” Spencer smirks playfully, face
inches away from his smiley one and arms laced behind his neck, as he leans
back at the counter and closes his at the small of her waist, kissing her more.
hc that magnus had always wanted a cat since he was a baby cuz he has always felt connected to these creatures cuz his and their eyes were so alike
and when he was young he loved to make cats magically appear with his magic cuz their presences were reassuring to him
don’t think about the joy magnus must have felt the first time he was able to adopt a cat, a joyful little feline he saved from a life on the streets and offered it a loving and warm home
don’t think about how devastated he must have felt when his first companion - the first living being to never let him down, unlike his mother, his step-father or any other person who was horrified to see magnus’ uncommonl eyes - died and he was left alone to face the cruelty of the world
don’t think about all the cats magnus cherished and lost over the decades, over the centuries
don’t think about the fact that every time his pet - and friend - dies, a piece of magnus’ heart dies with it
don’t think about magnus being completely crazy about all of his furry fellows
don’t think about how magnus never forgot his former cats’ names
don’t think about how magnus always sips a drink on his cats’ birthdays and whispers birthday wishes to them into the air
don’t think about how pleased magnus must have felt to see that Chairman Meow loves Alec
don’t think about how, after both Chairman Meow’s and Alec’s deaths, memories of them both will forever be intertwined in magnus’ head