So When I Was Scrolling Through Ao3 Sipping On My Sleepy Time Tea My Cat Just Landed On My Shoulder And

So when I was scrolling through ao3 sipping on my sleepy time tea my cat just landed on my shoulder and Tried to drink my tea

This is so wholesome

yo if you’re a cis girl or afab and femme presenting and you’d be comfortable with having a trans girl roommate, please reblog this. i just need reinforcement that there are girls out there who wouldn’t be disgusted by a girl like me.

Blackhawk, South Dakota.

12 neighbors had to evacuate as a literal cave opened up in their front yards.

The Magical Kittensitter and the Mini-Tugger

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This is nothing but my guilty pleasure for putting myself into this community during the quarantine. Well, the story supposes to be fluffy and funny and a bit romance of Misto + Tigger and some sappy moment between Munkles and Tuggsy (maybe Mac too). So, my only warning for you is English is not my everyday-use-language. So please bear in mind that you might find so many grammar errors til you couldn’t keep reading it. Anyway, feel free to give me feedbacks or even let me know where I typed wrong or need to fix. I appreciate every single comment. THANK YOU! :) Enjoy! (or not)

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1

Mistoffelees already knew that this day would come. He tried his best to conceal his special talent from everyone, yet, in the end, it still fell to the ears of someone other than his only sister, Victoria, and now it was getting even worse when the cat who knew his secret was none other than the one whom the Jellicles cats feared of the most:

"Macavity," a Tuxedo cat bared his teeth, clenching his claws to the ground. His raven-haired fur began to rise up, getting himself ready for anything that could happen when confronted by this terrifying Mysterious Cat.

A cruel laugh came out of the other cat’s mouth. Even if it was just a normal laugh, it resounded throughout the area, making Misto cringed and took one step back unconsciously. He was not that far from the junkyard, yet wasn't close enough for anyone to hear his crying for help. The Magical Cat could only curse himself for choosing this place for practicing magic otherwise he wouldn’t put himself in this risk and be cornered by the Hidden Paw, who was giving him an untruthful smirk.

"What do you want?" he snapped, trying his best to smother his fear.

Macavity came closer, while Misto stepped away.. "Long time no see, Mr. Mistoffelees,” he taunted, "it certainly is a great honor to meet you again.”

Misto swallowed hard. It surely was not an honor for him at all.

“Calm down, little boy. I won't do anything to you." His red eyes narrowed down like a hawk looking at its prey before he spoke the next sentence with a voice that gave the Tux good goosebumps, "... if it’s not necessary.”

"I’ll ask you again, what do you want."

He gave him an annoying look and nodded. “You’re exactly like one of my brothers, aren’t you? A very direct person, or should I say an impatient one?” Macavity began to circle around Misto, causing the younger cat to try so hard not to let his fears dominate himself. The Tux sent all of his special powers to his fingertips, causing the electricity visibly running back and forth between his ten fingers. "It would be a shame if a gifted cat like you have to be in such a ratty junkyard like that. Don’t you think?"

A ‘ratty’ junkyard? THAT ratty junkyard was everything to him. It was his first and only home. After he and Victoria were left at the alleyways, almost starving to death, Asparagus, who accidentally passed by, was too generous to let two feral kittens die in front of him. The old actor took them to a new home; new lives. They started new lives with the help of Jennyanydots and had many friends and everything that cats who lived in mansions would never have. For Misto, this junkyard was far from ratty.

"I'm satisfied with what I have right now. Thank you very much. And if you don’t have anything else, I will excuse myself.” Misto didn’t wait for any permission. He turned his head and headed towards the junkyard, but unfortunately, he was not able to walk more than two steps. The Magical Cat was taken aback by Macavity’s sudden appearance in front of him. He instinctively raised his paws between himself and the ginger cat. "You know I have magic,” he threatened, even though it sounded totally ridiculous.

His magic? What could he do to the Macavity? The other cat was the madness who no one in the junkyard wanted to mess up with. Even some Pekes and Pollicles had to bow their heads towards him. And Misto was just a smaller cat, yet not even proficient at his own magic, then what could he do to fight Macavity?

The ginger cat laughed as if Misto was just a tiny mouse who tried to roar at a giant lion. "Listen to me, Mr. Mistoffelees, what you have in your body,” the tip of Macavity’s finger popped into his chest. "It's something that those cats don't understand. They are jealous of what you have...of what we have, Misty, and—"

"Don't call me that,” he interrupted, but it looked like he didn’t even care.

"Join me, Misty. Our powers will let us have everything...conquer everything that you missed when you were younger. You will get them all back. Both from the junkyard and the nearby territories.”

Everything that he said was like a daydream that Mistoffelees used to have, but that was a very very long time ago. It came to his mind whenever Victoria asked what would happen if their parents never abandon them. How much better their lives would be? Would there be any kind and wealthy human adopt them? Would they be happier? But all of that was just an old story, he grew up and was cherished to be and to be with Jellicles cats. Although it would be better if he could reveal his talent to all the cats that he loved and let them admired it at the same time, he didn’t want to conquer anything. Or even harmed anyone with his own magic.

"My words are still standing. I believe that my magic is for making everyone happy, not to hurt them as yours are.”

The young cat walked away, but he had to stop as soon as the other cat spoke up again in a scary voice. "Walking away from me just like that? It’s not that easy, lad!"

Misto could sense something was coming from behind him. Fortunately, he quickly turned to look at it and saw a light flashed from Macavity’s palm. He rapidly jumped to one side, leaving the ground where he had stood turned into a black smoke burn.

"If speaking nicely is not fit to your taste, then I probably have to use some strength," he declared, before releasing another magical light to attack Miso again, “do as I say, or else, you might get hurt."

The Tux jumped and dodged again. He knew that he should do something. Maybe cast some spell back, but how could he? Misto had never hurt anyone before. Even if the other one intended to hurt him first. "Leave me alone, Macavity. I will never join you."

The spark almost hit onto his black-furred upper arm. "I can sharpen your skills," he offers, “your greatest talents, if they are trained properly, I am more than sure that it will be unstoppable."

That was what he had always wanted. No one in the junkyard had magic like him. Even Coricopat and Tantomile had different abilities. They couldn’t help him to grow stronger. Deep down he knew that cats with similar talents like Macavity could help him with what he wanted, but did he truly want someone who dared to hurt his own family to become his teacher?

He knitted his eyebrows tightly, gathering his courage, then cast a lightning bolt to the opposite side. In the blink of an eye, the Mysterious Cat was able to dodge his magic without any effort and sent the same form of energy back to him. Yet before seeing that lightning bolt, it was already too late. The Tux cried out in pain as he clutched his wound on the right shoulder, being sent onto the ground.

"I told you that we don't have to do this," the ginger cat said. He then enchanted again with more powerful magic than the first one, hoping to take the end of the young cat all at once.

Mistoffelees closed her eyes tightly and raised his arms against himself instinctively, preparing himself for a great pain that would come, yet not only that he didn’t feel any agony, he felt like there was something pushed him to the other side, avoiding the lightning bolt. Misto could sense warmth and soft hair that caressing his body, forcing him to open his eyes. He saw a black shadow in front of him and could remember this very familiar sense of smell. Guessing without looking up, he knew the exact cat who just saved his life: Rum Tum Tugger!

"Are you okay?" the Maine Coon Cat asked with concern. He didn’t even care to cover the anxiety that was written all over his face. Misto couldn’t find a word to say. He only shook his head slightly. Tugger, therefore, nodded, frowning at Macavity.

“Go away, Macavity!" Tugger growled.

The ginger cat only laughed and sneered in a very low voice, "nice to see you too, little brother."

Misto swore that he didn't overthink, but as soon as the word 'little brother' slipped out of Macavity’s mouth, Tugger’s body shook a little.

Tugger gritted his teeth tightly, bristling his fur and hissing in anger, "junkyard doesn't welcome cats like you anymore, Mac." Although his words seemed so confident and ready to attack the other cat at every opportunity, his voice wasn't as aggressive as it should have been.

"I don’t even want to get back there, anyway," he looked at Tugger in disgust. "Now, would you be a dear and get off, so that I can take care of what I came for."

The closer Macavity stepped forward, the further Tugger went backward. And as soon as the Maine Coon almost stumbled on Misto, he was dragged to the side and hit the ground hard with a loud thud. His claws tried to scratch the other tom’s face, but with Macavity straddling on him making it barely possible to graze him. On the other hand, the Mysterious Cat took this advantage and kept punching him in the face without giving him the opportunity to respond.

“Thinking of our precious childhood, right, Tuggsy? When I teased you until you cried, and had to tattle on me to father." He scowled at him, gripping his paw tightly around Tugger’s throat. "Unfortunately, this time you wouldn’t have a chance to do that. And even Munkles aren't here to save you!”

Misto startled when Tugger’s wince changed into choking. His nails both pierced and scratched into Makavity’s arm, hoping that that would hurt enough to let the other cat free him. But, on the contrary, it even made the ginger cat press harder until he struggled for lacking of air. Misto believed that Tugger would definitely fight with a cat with this strength, but, somehow, something in the relationship between these two caused Tugger to let Macavity outflanked him easily.

The Tux couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. He had to help his friend. Misto summoned his magic and released the energy to the enemy, but he glanced up to see it in time. Macavity dodged, staring coldly at him with his terrifying red eyes. He did not cast a spell back at him directly, yet Misto knew that he did something. Something that made the young cat unable to move!

"Wha—what have you done to me!"

Macavity snarled in annoyance. "Oh, I didn’t forget about you, Mr. Mistoffelees. Just give me a moment to greet my little brother here!” At the last word, he pressed the nail firmly into his skin, draining the Maine cat’s blood.

"Ah! Let me...go—!"

"Honestly, Tuggsy, I prefer when you were just a tiny furball. Do you know why?” Macavity smirked, “because I can easily get rid of you!"

Macavity shook his wrist off his brother’s neck, before casting a large magical sphere with dark black powers running around on the inside. Mistoffelees’ eyes widened wildly. He looks at Tugger, who tried to grain as much air as possible, without even noticing what was going to happen to him. He wanted to do something: casting a spell to prevent the dark magic, running to take the impact himself, or anything that could stop his friend from getting hurt. But his body could not move at all! Even though he tried to send energy to the fingertips, there was only an electric current appeared for a moment and then disappeared into the thin air.

Misto couldn’t even dare to look when Macavity’s lightning bolt crushed onto the Maine Coon. Tugger’s painful scream weakened his knees. He thought that he might not be able to collapse, but as soon as the light broke down, his butt fell onto the ground. He could move again, and the electricity in his palm was working!

Misto didn’t want to waste any more time. He raised his head to look for the enemy, finally intending to give that cat some lesson, but, unsurprisingly, ...Macavity was not there!

Forgetting about that ruffian, Misto had more important thing to pay attention to.

He rushed to the cloud of smoke that still floated around the area. He brushed his palms to ease the smoke before finding Tugger lied there, wheezing, but that was not what he concerned about the most. There was something, something that made the Magical Cat too shocked to find his own voice.

Everlasting! What had Macavity done to the Rum Tum Tugger?!

“You...you—!” he stammered, pointing his finger to the Maine Coon.

Forcing himself up, Tigger coughed a few times before confusingly looking at the other tom's face. "I wha—!" he rapidly wrapped his mouth with his paws as soon as he heard his voice was way more high pitched than usual.

“You..." Misto gulped, reaching to Tugger’s waist and easily lifting the tom up until his feet floated off the ground. "You turned into a kitten!"

Broke: Zuko saving Katara from Azula’s lightning because he secretly loves her

Woke: Zuko saving Katara from Azula’s lightning because he knows Sokka won’t give him sloppy toppy for like 3 weeks straight if he lets Sokka’s little sister get hurt under his watch