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[left-handed-spaghetti]

I’m extremely tired and so are they honk mi mi mi

[oscar-isaacx]

Shhhh!!! 🤫🤫 he eepy 😴😴

[ps-cactus]

[defyinmavity]

she's not impressed

[daveledz]

Digital Thanatos and Hypnos Offering!

omg i love them sm

[latorgator1]

[nuggetqwq]

Martin Mathias redraw

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[verfound]

WIP Wednesday: 10.30.2024

So remember when I did that fic about kwami soulmates for Lukanette September? And left it at the worst possible place? Then burnt out on life for 90% of October?

...I promise I'm still picking at it 👀

“…Tikki?” she asked, opening her bag. Tikki liked to hide in there while Marinette was busy — maybe she had grabbed a cookie once they’d gotten home and taken a nap? But when she opened her bag, she screamed and tried to throw it — which…didn’t work so well, when it was still looped around her shoulder. She ended up jerking herself awkwardly before it fell back against her side, where the side flopped open, and…sure enough…

…that was not Tikki staring back at her.

“Y-y-you…” she stammered, her eyes going wide. “Who the heck are you?!”

The little…snake…thing…it looked like a snake? Sort of? But snakes didn’t have legs. Or arms. And she supposed that was because it was a kwami, not an actual snake, but…the thing floated up from her bag, and that was definitely a snake’s tongue that flickered out at her.

“…Tikki was right,” it said, its voice mildly amused. “Your home ssssmells delicccciousssss.”

She blinked at it, more than a little thrown.

“Uh…thanks?” she tried. It chuckled and zipped over to her, and she tried not to flinch as it circled around her back to land on her shoulder. It grinned up at her.

“Hello, Marinette,” it said. “I am Ssssasssss.”

It…he? He sounded like a he, but voices could be deceiving. Whatever — it was…kind of adorable, when you got past the snake thing. She liked its hiss — it was cute.

“Hi,” she said, raising a finger to stroke its hood. It hissed in pleasure, and she had to smile. “Why are you in my bag, Sass, and where’s Tikki?”

…and then Sass smirked at her, and she was struck by the thought that it wasn’t very adorable at all.

There was something…unnerving about that smirk. Unsettling.

“With your soulmate,” it said, its tail flicking against her back.

She…should have known that. Because duh, obviously. You could only see your own kwami — and your soulmate’s kwami. But Marinette hadn’t known she’d had a soulmate before she had found Sass in her bag, and she had had Tikki with her at the Liberty, and she hadn’t been anywhere except home and the boat all day, and…and…

“…S-Sass?” she asked, her eyes widening. “You…when did you get in my bag?”

It curled up in a little ball on her shoulder and rested its head on its arms. It still looked like it was smirking at her, and that smirk was still kinda creeping her the heck out.

“Oh, not too long ago…” it hummed. “The river was sssso nicccce today, and your bag is essspecccially comfy. I thought I would take a nap, but you left before I could ssssneak back out.”

…the river.

It got in her bag at practice.

Which meant it hadn’t snuck in during the bakery rush, which…was good, right? Because that meant it could only belong to a handful of people. Which meant…

“Sass…” she started, swallowing. “Who…who’s your person?”

It blinked open its eyes, that insufferable smirk still on its face as it cocked its head to the side.

“Who do you think, Marinette?” it asked. She tried not to roll her eyes. Honestly, and she had thought Tikki was…

“Your kwami’s a little shit, too, huh?”

The words echoed in her memory, and her eyes widened. No…

“Y-you can’t be Rose’s or Juleka’s,” she said. It watched her patiently. “They saw each other’s kwamis ages ago. And Ivan was really good at hiding his, but I know Mylène saw Stompp when we started collége. You…your person was on the boat, right?”

“He lives there, yessss,” Sass hummed, lying its…his head back down. Marinette swallowed.

He.

Which ruled out the Captain.

…thank God.

But that also meant…

Her phone pinged before she could ask, and she fished it out of her pocket with a shaky hand. Sure enough, there was a text message waiting for her.

From Luka.

LLC: can we talk?

LLC: actually, can i just come by later?

LLC: got work

LLC: you left something behind

A picture popped up before she had even finished reading. And kwamis couldn’t be photographed or recorded — part of their ancient, mystical magic — but there was a cookie hovering above his knee, and Marinette knew for a fact Tikki loved cookies. And cookies didn’t typically float.

She dropped her phone, fell back against the door, dropped her head in her hands, and screamed.

[napping-sapphic]

>:(

women are so PRETTYY

I want to Kiss them

[luna1the1first]

So iv been super fixated on the phandom at the moment lately so here are some art I made of ghost King danny (sry it's REALLY badly done)

[cucucibnhhj]

Hello! *˙︶˙*)ﾉ

Finally I have time to draw the Beatles

[sadsackpostteen]

What if I told you my kink is someone rolling their eyes at me...

[blastzachilles]

making myself a tea in warm pajamas about to watch a movie... life is good

[zibanejad]

advanced goalie meditation technique

[lovetommyactually]

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[pr3ttyprinc3ssxd]

Okay guys... This one might be weird but I passed out so fast omfg