#And a million other things

[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.

[itberice]

How did we get to such a sad state with TV shows?

There is nothing that viewers can do that is good enough to help the TV shows that they like. Not every show is going to be a massive hit but apparently it needs to be in order to get more than 10-20 episodes.

Everything is getting cancelled and then no one wants to watch anything because they know what's going to happen. It's a horrible and disappointing cycle.

[ryoukio]

wish I still had the capacity to write bc I keep thinking of a fic centred around Arthur hitchhiking from wherever to L.A. with Randy

[cbarc]

i promise I’m still working on first rider im just also very busy and equally scattered

[herenya-writes]

Most unbelievable part of Red White and Royal Blue isn’t that the son of an American President (who is a woman) falls in love with a British prince and they actually get to be together in the end. Not even close. It’s that Texas voted blue in the election. Fucking Texas voting blue. Most idealistic shit I’ve ever seen and imma be living off of that for the next few days I love it I want to live in the rwarb universe

[dudeshusband]

sometimes i remember how old that man is and *i* have a crisis

[shmothman]

once again i say. I am angry. I need to look at pictures of my boyfriend and maybe then I won’t be so angry.

[cheolhub]

crying to the lakes by taylor swift on repeat bc it really is just one of those days 😻

[dr-lizortecho]

having a crush is so dumb cause it’s like wanting to talk to someone but not wanting to annoy them but wanting to talk to them but not having anything to say and still wanting to talk to them

[pompoenwolkjes]

My jeongsung dragonlord AU is BEGGING to be written.

[solitae]

Gah, stuck in a place where there is a bunch of media I want to watch, but I’m afraid I’ll hyperfocus on them, and I don’t want to do that until I finish the fic I’m working on because it might break my current hyperfocus

[allramnostorage]

wow, finally a real, reasonable adult in ichigo's life who cares for not just physical but also emotional well-being and is willing to help him out with no thought of personal gain. and it's his boss.

[scientesting]

i am not sure i could trust myself with a large project because a lot of the time when i share that i'm planning on making something i lose interest in the concept before i actually do it

[vio-starclad]

Tony Jay had the coolest fucking voice man.

[sargent-space-dork]

Because I grew up on TFA I kinda always love "semi-himbo" optimus instead of like the gruff older leader. Optimus is always cool no matter what tho. But anyway the gay robots are gay robots.

[impishtubist]

I've never been explicit about this because I'm a Fandom Old, and back in the day it was simply understood that anything on the Internet was fair game to do with what you wish, but: if you see a story of mine out there and you like it, download it. Fuck if I care. Keep it for yourself, distribute it to friends, print copies for yourself and your friends, mail it to people, I don't give a shit. As long as you're not exchanging money, I couldn't care less. And tbh you should be doing this with all fanfics you love - print them, save them, put them on a flash drive or a hard drive or share them with friends, whatever. Fanfic authors these days are really fucking precious about their fics, but honestly we're probably going to start seeing queer art being disappeared (especially in the US under the next president) so do whatever you can to archive the things you love to read. Even if that means just printing them out and sticking them in a binder for yourself to read as a bedtime story.