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traveleroffarawayplaces · 2 years

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Soo Marcy aus! I don't know who made the expression sheets, but lets get into the aus! (See info below the cut on the aus!) ((also, if you have an au in this and don't want it, tell me and I can scribble/remove it out if you want!!))

A1, F1 and F7 (Orginal, Calamity (She go Blep!) and Adult) are all from the original show.

B1 (marky) is from the Fandom, while E7 (Darcy) is heavily inspired from the fandom.

C1, A7, and F2 aus, (Left behind, God and Cursed respectively) were designed by my friend. Left behind is well, being left in Amphibia. God is being a god and Cursed is based off my other expression sheet draw here.

E2 (fantasy au) was created by the lovely @tinydragontoons! Thank you for letting me draw her and lovely Mars! Def. go check them out. They got lots of art!!

E1 (True calamity) was inspired by a youtube video: THIS By the lovely Rezmei Seno!!

A2 (medieval) was not directly from someone but was heavily inspired by many people. There are so many medieval aus I couldn't just choose one!

B2 (PJO aka Percy Jackson Au) is VERY inspired (and also from) the amazing @raqueliie 's au!! I highly recommend checking it out if you have not. Their art is also AMAZING!

C2 and B4 (Good ending and Bad ending) are both from my mini-series "what if"? comics I like to doodle in my sketchbook. Also D4 (beyond Amphibia) is another, (newer) part to my "What If-?" mini series. Its where the trio stay in amphibian and go to the new continent previously undiscovered.

D2 (amphibia as a child) is also very widely popular and I love it.

A3 and B7 (Swap!Sasha and Swap!Anne) are designed by me, but there are bunches out there and its really fun to see what could have happened!

B3 (only Human au) was orginally inspired by one of @themissakat aus. I don't originally recall which one started this particular au, but I do know that if you want to find more aus, go to their page and you will have aus for YEARS! Its beautiful.

C3 is obviously my au. (Lost au) If you want to know more, you can go here. Summary is, its a corruption au but worse. And in context for this, Marcy isn't fully corrupted yet.

D3 (superhero au) and C4 (fairytale au) are also aus of one of my friends. The super hero, they got powers. In fairy tale, I really have no clue where its going, but all I know is that it's pretty gay.

E3 (owl house swap), B5 (Hogwarts) and A6 (UA - MHA/My Hero Academia au) are all fandom swaps and I just adore fandom swaps.

F3 (Ghost au) is also very fandom what if. Probably one of my favorite au ideas, and its certainly fun to mess with. There are lots of people who have added to this au.

A4 (Zombie au) and A5 (Soulmates au, and yes that is Sashannarcy my beloved) are very popular au ideas so I just had to add them. Any people to point to? No, but once again, The Missa Kat does have a zombie au!

E4 (Gender swap) is special. The reason why the gender swap is facing away (not just bc that was in the expression sheet) was kinda just, because they look the same XD. I have no known knowledge of any current aus of that, but maybe there is some that I'm just previously unaware of!

F4 (Power of Three au!!) is one of my LONG TIME FAVORITE aus. I have been a huge fan of this one. Its one of @honneibun 's aus and its so AMAZING! I highly recommend just looking at it. Its beautiful and It will always live rent free in my brain.

C5 (streamer/YT au) is from a fic I read a long time ago which never finished. If anyone can tell me who and where it is, I will be glad and my life will finally be complete. D5 (Author au, NOT COMIC BOOK AUTHOR) is heavily inspired by the time skip and the above (C5) streamer/YT au. As far as I am aware, there are no current aus with this.

E5 (Oversimplified), well. I think you guys can probably guess. On YT there is a Simplified or Oversimplified series (idk maybe its called "So this is basically _____ "or something and I thought, Amphibia should be included!) and so.. yeah!

B6 (opposite au), I.. really do not like that one and will probably or def change it. Idk what was going through my head as I drew/edited it.

C6 (Never went to Amphibia au) is another popular one that I just HAD to include.

D6 is apart of my SCP aus that I also have. If you don't know what SCP is, then.. there's a website. Basically it stands for Sucure, Contain and Protect and it holds all the supernatural and dangerous creatures. (Its not real guys!)

E6 (newt au) is basically swapped Amphibia au. Very popular and I sometimes wished that there were more of them.

F6 (roommates au) however was HEAILY inspired and particially from I think @kyoryu 's au on twitter? I think its the same one. If its wrong than I can change it, but I'm pretty sure I'm right?

C7 (Animal au) I've seen everywhere and soo... I added it. No known (main) aus on it.

Finally, D7 (Alien au) Another one of my various multifandom aus that sit in my BIG BOOK OF AUS in the corner of my work area. Its always fun like that!!

If any of these are wrong or you think that I didn't give any credit to _____, just let me know and I shall change it.

also wow, you read it too here! Impressive!

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reyraccoon · 2 years

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Amphibia Totally Correct quotes because im procrastinating — Sasha Edition

Anne: Sasha can I talk to you one 10 to another?

Sasha: I’m an 11 but go on.

Sasha: This is my assistant Percy. He does all the work I don’t want to do

Sasha: [throwing papers at Percy] Do it Hetero

Sasha: I wholeheartedly believe I deserve a sword. I am true. I am loyal. I despise treacherous men. What more do you need? Knight me already!

Anne: You already have TWO swords and an unholy amount of daggers!

Sasha: I DESERVE ANOTHER SWORD!

Anne: Were you dropped on your head as a baby?!

Sasha: Bold of you to assume I was held

Marcy: Sashimi, we talked about this-

School principal: You’re in big trouble. I’m going to call your mother

Sasha: Cool, can you ask her why she hasn’t come back from getting cigarettes?

Principal:…. Just go back to class

Sasha: ⚔️ 😘💅

Principal: How are you doing that out loud-

Sasha: …Yeah so as I said we can hide the body, no one really talks to my dad anymore so no one would miss him- and I firmly believe binge watching Suspicion Island cuddling with my girlfriends would cure half my mental illnesses… but im sorry what was your question?

Therapist: …Hi I’ll be your therapist?

#amphibia #amphibia incorrect quotes #sasha waybright #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sashannarcy but only if you squint #someone take tumblr away from me

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darkstalked · 2 years

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#amphibia #marcy wu #sashannarcy if you squint because u know damn well why i included these alternate colors #may 2022

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heart-wit-strength · 2 years

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So, I suppose I have a Sashannarcy Aladdin AU now that I never knew I needed but I'm obsessed with it

Anne's eyes sparkled and her mouth slightly opened agape. The princess her heart had longed so much to have another sight of stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in her regal robe, gazing down at her. Anne gave her a toothy smile, Marcy was just as pretty as Anne had seen her be when they first met in the Bazaar, disguised as a commoner, escaping from the royal guards. The only thing missing was her wide enthusiastic grin which was rather tiny and the added pigment of tiredness in her eyes.

"That's her?" Sasha whispered in her ear. Anne bite her lip and nodded with a blush. "Dang, you weren't kidding, she is cute." The disguised Genie in armor smirked and gave her an encouraging shove in the back. "Make your move."

"Hi." The thief-turned-princess waved awkwardly. Marcy's eyebrow raised in amused curiosity as she politely waved back and began making her way down the stairs. Apparently, the hem of her robe caught the heel of her shoe and she lost her balance.

"Whoa-!" The princess grunted several times as she tumbled down the stairs. Sasha winced, Anne rushed over to help her up. "I'm okay!" She assured, jumping to her feet and dusting herself off nervously. "S-Sorry, you had to see that."

"Hey, happens to the best of us. Those shoes have got some heels, ami'right?" Anne scratched the back of her neck with a chuckle. "Good to see you agai...ah, I mean, finally, miss."

"Thank goodness." She muttered in relief and bent forward in courtesy. "Marcy Wu Leviathan of Newtopia." Anne nodded and smiled knowingly.

She felt Sasha pinch her from behind. "Bow and introduce yourself like a lady, dumbass."

"Nice...nice to meet you, Lady Marcy." Anne quickly knelt and took her hand to kiss the ring on her finger. Marcy squinted, surprised for a moment by the deep gesture of the other Princess. Sasha smacked herself. "I'm Ann…ie, Annie. Princess Annie of uhh…" she quickly tried to think of something. "Wartwood! Surely you've heard of me."

"Wartwood, huh?" Marcy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Strange. Never heard of the place, don't get me wrong. I've never actually seen it appear on the map."

"It's fine. Probably not on the old maps." She leaned over to Sasha to whisper, "gonna have to fix the maps later."

"And this charming fella is your…?" Marcy gestured at the fair blond girl dressed in metal armor armed with a pink sword. Sasha grinned and bowed.

"Just a humble servant. A bodyguard to assist her highness."

"Sasha's my bestie from back home." Anne said gleefully, tugging her closer by the arm. The disguised Genie blushed bashfully and cleared her throat.

Marcy smiled sweetly and stepped closer. "Lovely. I saw you lift up the camels as you cheerlead your way here. Quite impressive strength you've got." Sasha blushed and stiffened up as the princess was almost too close, squeezing playfully onto her hefty bicep. "I would love to watch you do it again, Sasha."

Sasha huffed and folded her arms. "Watch me do a triple next time." Marcy burst into a giggle and turned back to Anne.

"I like your escort, Lady Annie. My father would look forward to doing business with you."

Anne's eye twitched, exchanging a confused look with Sasha. "Um… business?"

"That's why you're here, right?" Marcy asked as she began to recognize the matter. "Seventy five golden camels you brought, along with ninety-five white Persian monkeys, peacocks, servants and what not-" she turned, her tone turned to a rather grim one as she gave them a skeptical look. "The way you came here, anyone would assume you seem more intent on doing business than impressing me." She leaned against a pillar, fiddling with a shiny purple die that was initially unseen before. "Did you and your escort plan this show-off, try lure me with presents or…?"

"Oh, no, I-I think you're mistaken. We just assumed everyone liked presents!"

She flung the die and enclasped it in her fist with a grimace. "In general? Perhaps. For marriage intents? Just makes you come out like any other suitor thinking of me as a gold-digger type. Don't you think, mi'lady?"

Anne looked questionably at Sasha and dragged her over to a corner. "Dude, what the heck? You said she'd be impressed, she sounds rather offended."

Sasha shrugged cluelessly. "Well, I tried? Did you really have to yearn for this big brain? She's playing the tricks back on us. I could try scaring her into it if you want."

"Don't you dare try and enforce her, I can face the music on my own." Anne proclaimed, Sasha shrugged. They peeked back to see a distracted Marcy, tossing her die on the table which rolled a 15, humming to herself. Anne sighed and approached her. "Apologies for my flippant assumption," she began quietly. "I honestly can't blame you for not liking it, probably would've felt the same way in your place and I… ugh! None of this was a good idea to begin with, forget you ever saw me, I'll just get out of your hair."

"Whoa, wait," Marcy raised a hand, an eased expression on her face. "I didn't tell you to leave, jeez, are you always this hard on yourself?"

"Dude, tell me about it." Sasha leaned over Anne's shoulder and poked her sides who sighed and spoke up.

"We hardly know each other yet, don't we? I don't really know what things you like, but I'd like to." Marcy gazed into her eyes, the eyes that had been giving her a sense of familiarity all along, a tiny knowing smile formed on her face and she nodded. Her heart swore she'd seen this girl before. "So, what do you like?"

"Hmm… I like to read. We have the biggest library in the castle," she spread her arms in a demonstrating gesture. "And I love playing Flipwart, my favorite game of all time. Not to brag but I'm kind of literally a champion." She finished and puffed up her chest with a smirk.

"Ooh…great," Anne muttered cluelessly, never really having learned either of those things it was gonna be hard. "Well, not sure how much I'd be able to help but I'd be more than happy to accompany you still."

Marcy's eyes sparkled, never really having been asked to be accompanied before to her interests, not by anyone but her father.

A pink blush traced upon her cheeks as she tugged her hair behind her ear. "Really? I'd… love that." She slowly took Anne and Sasha's in hers to take them with her. "Come, come, I wanna show you our big library, it's just downsta-" she never finished as her heel bent, tripping and stumbling down the stairs again, taking the two other girls down with her.

#diversity win! the local street rat & the princess & the genie are all polyamorous and in love #amphibia #amphibia fanfiction #Aladdin AU #Sashannarcy #marcanne #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu

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jaekaicx · 3 years

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hehe hetero jokes

...

sasha: Anne, why are you staring at me?

anne: OH! uh- it’s just...

anne: I never noticed your eyes were different colors...

sasha: Oh, yeah. They’re blue and brown.

I think it’s called heterochromia

anne: OH

OH UHH RIGHT

UH YEAH MY BAD RIGHT

anne: sorry...

marcy: oh my god..

marcy: HETEROCHROMIA, ANNE!! NOT HETEROSEXUAL!!

anne: SHUT UPPP

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iersei · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day cards except i want them to hurt a little :D

if you want cuter ones, i’d suggest you check out @ineffable-gallimaufry ‘s much more lighthearted valentine’s cards instead if you haven’t already! the cards are just adorable and were actually the reason that i caved and had to make some myself!

[individual versions under the cut]

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #darcy wu #valentine's day #sashannarcy #if you squint #look y'all will get the sappy stuff tomorrow #but for now #some light angst :D #tossing my art into the void

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absolutely-correct-amphibia · 3 years

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Sasha, to Marcy: Nerd (affectionate)

Marcy, to Sasha: Babe (derogatory)

Anne: Anne (confused)

#amphibia #incorrect amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #sasharcy #sashannarcy #if you squint

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ysabellious · 3 years

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and part 2 of doodles + requests from twitter! (ft. more PAIN, fluff, and jokes)

ALL TEXT (from top to bottom):

2nd row, right.

Sasha: What’s the deal with Anne’s get-up?

Marcy: Legend has it, she and Polly went on a Really Interesting tourist trip in this very district :3

3rd row, left.

Possessed!Marcy: why does it HURT to breathe OXYGEN?!

3rd row, middle

P!Marcy: Looks like the FISHERMAN became the FISHED!

Sprig: What’s a fisherman?

P!Marcy: Child, you are really killing my vibe right now.

3rd row, right

Me: YOU ALL SUCK (/lh) [this was directed at all the twitter people who kept requesting for marcanne angst :’D]

Anne: I need THERAPY!

Sprig: (is that a normal thing humans need?)

Polly: I’m twamatised!

Bottom row (the Pain)

P!Marcy: You’ve been a real thorn in my side this whole time, but now that my end of the deal’s done...

P!Marcy: I DON’T HAVE A NEED FOR THIS VESSEL ANYMORE. Oh! Marcy has one last thing she wants to tell you.

Marcy: I love you... and I’m sorry.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #marcanne #sashannarcy if you squint shhh #MAN I HAD SO MUCH PAIN DRAWING THAT BOTTOM ONE #GAH #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #ysart #spoilers

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rotting-brains · 3 years

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The Calamity Trio sings “No big deal” in the last episode of Amphibia except that this time, it’s actually no big deal

#i mean it'd still be a big deal obviously #all that stuff was traumatic (and who knows whats gonna happen in season 3)#but at least now they're together. the're safe and they can finally take a break and heal #even if at the end they dont stay friends (which i doubt will happen)#anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #sashannarcy #only if you squint really hard and think about it #amphibia #amphibia season 3

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waybrights · 3 years

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okay sorry i accidentally answered the ask too early so i had to screenshot but i liked this idea a lot so i wrote smth for it sdgjdgsd

A minute. Sasha had turned her back on the crowd and her mic stand for a minute so she could get some water. But, of course that minute was long enough for Marcy to sneak off the podium her drum kit was on and take over Sasha's mic. "Hello, London!" Her voice rang through the stadium, loud in Sasha's earpiece. "How are you doing tonight?"

The reply from the crowd was instantaneous. Loud cheers and screams erupted all around them, egged on by Anne's loud whoops.

Twisting the cap off her bottle, Sasha turned back to face the front of the stage. Marcy stood front and centre, the lights bouncing off the sparkly jacket she had on, seemingly lighting her up. Anne stood right next to her, her bass nowhere in sight and her arms in the air as she spoke to the crowd. She couldn’t hear what the pair were saying, since someone was talking into her ear ("Remember Waybright, only five minutes.") but she could tell they were excited. Sasha rolled her eyes and quickly pulled out the sparkly earpiece she'd been given.

"Okay, since Sash is having a quick break, Marce and I are going to take song requests," Anne said, turning to flash a quick grin in Sasha's direction.

Raising a brow, Sasha perched on the corner of Marcy’s podium and sipped her water, watching in amusement as Anne picked up her own mic and went running to the edge of the stage. “Hi,” she said slightly breathlessly, crouching down in front of a fan. “Pick a song, any song you want, doesn’t have to be one of ours,” Anne rushed out, waving her blue mic in front of the poor girl's face.

“Uh…” the girl laughed nervously and looked at the person next to her. The person, who Sasha assumed was her friend, shrugged. “What about Baby?” The fan laughed, her face growing red as a loud cheer followed her words.

“What? Justin Bieber?” Anne cackled as the fan nodded. “Alright then! Marbles, you ready?” She jogged back over to a grinning Marcy. Yanking Sasha’s mic out of it’s stand, Marcy pulled out her phone and quickly searched for the song. It wasn’t long before they had drowned the tinny pop out with their own giggling voices.

As she sat there, Sasha’s eyes didn’t leave the pair. They were surrounded by thousands of people, but at that moment in time it was as though everything faded away, leaving Anne and Marcy alone under the bright lights of the stage. They both looked beautiful, standing there in their sparkling outfits, swaying and dancing along to a poor rendition of Justin Bieber, it made Sash’s heart skip a beat.

Every time they would look at her, she felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the stadium. Her face would heat up and the water would catch in her throat. Sasha knew that she was grinning like the Cheshire cat, and if it was in any other situation, she would quickly wipe it away, but she couldn’t bring herself to as her two best friends danced around the stage like they were the only two people alive.

By the time they had finished, the entire stadium was a light with camera flashes and those light up toys they sold in the lobby. Anne and Marcy were doubled over in fits of laughter and panting loudly. Distantly, Sasha could hear the voice of someone telling them to get on with the show (which she quickly realised was coming from her earpiece hanging around her neck), but she ignored it.

Sliding off her perch, Sasha made her way over to the pair. Gently taking her mic from Marcy’s sweaty hands, she wrapped her arms around the pair’s shoulders. “Well, I think that was one of the best things I’ve seen in my life,” Sasha said into the mic, unable to hold back the laugh that bubbled out of her chest. Another round of cheers shook the stage. “Unfortunately, we do have another six songs to get through and I don’t think we can afford Marcy falling asleep before No Big Deal,” she said, gently patting Marcy on the back.

“Yeah, maybe at the end we’ll do an encore for you guys,” Anne laughed, going back over to her area and slinging her bass back on.

A minute later, Sasha was pushing her earpiece back in and sliding her mic back into the stand. “Okay, you guys ready?” And Marcy counted them in as the crowd roared.

#anon okay i just had a lot of thoughts #so here's the first ever written ficlet abt the sats au!!!#hope you all enjoyed!!!#i can get onto the rest of the asks now gdsada #anon #you ask i answer #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sashannarcy #ig if u squint #yeah its a sashanne fic but i'm just in love with sashannarcy rn dgskadk #amphibia #sasha and the sharps au #marie.txt #amphibia fic #long post #ig #marie writes

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just-jammin · 3 years

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hmmm... the calamity trio just hanging out and being ✨friends✨ (art requests!)

here ya go!

just good ol’ gals being good ol’ pals—

(alternate version under the cut)

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birdcoats · 3 years

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wrote a little something that I thought was too short to post on my ao3 so you guys get it, have fun! It’s basically just a short take on anne saving marcy from the life support gatorade vat ft. some mind control/memory loss shenanigans. like i said, fun.

The girl is about Marcy’s age, she thinks. Around the same height at least. Curly brown hair pulled back into pigtails, brown eyes focused on the ground, cheeks scrubbed with dirt.

Marcy tries to be cautious in her approach. She’s not doing much approaching to begin with. She’s nervous. Meeting other kids from her preschool class is one thing, but seeing one in the wild? That’s different. There’s no teachers watching, here. The brown-eyed, fluffy-haired girl could secretly be mean.

Her hands wring themselves at the hem of her dress. She takes a tiny step forward. The toe of her shoe sends a rock clattering across the pavement.

The girl looks up from her sidewalk chalk. Her mouth hangs open in a gasp when she sees Marcy. Then, it turns to a smile dotted with missing teeth. She pushes up on chalk-covered palms to stand. She brushes herself off, which leaves trails of pastel-colored dust on her clothes. Still bright-faced, the girl doesn’t seem to notice.

“Hi!” she says, walking up to Marcy while waving. Marcy shies away. The girl isn’t deterred. “Do you wanna draw with me?” She points to the mass of haphazard scribbles behind her.

“S-sure.” Is it really that easy? The gap-toothed girl cheers, grabbing her by the hand and leading her over. Apparently so.

“What’s your name?” She asks, bending down again to sift through her pile of chalk.

“Marcy,” she answers. Her confidence builds the longer the girl goes without telling her to leave. “What’s yours?”

The chalkdust-covered girl smiles, handing Marcy a stick of green for grass to complement the blue sky she’s already drawn.

“Anne,” she says.

By sundown their names are printed together on each section of the sidewalk, under every drawing. Or sometimes written over and over just for the sake of writing them, seeing them real and together. They don’t know it yet, but their names are written somewhere else, too. A place that neither rain nor the footsteps of passersby can tamper with. A place that will send them answering to each other, time and time again, to the call of a familiar name. Until it’s etched so deeply in each of them, forgetting would be impossible.

If only what either of them thought “possible” had ended up mattering.

It’s dark. She doesn’t know where she is. It feels like floating. She’s been here for too long. The thought of waking up is too much to bear. She’s exerting enough energy to keep more than one being alive, as is.

If she strains enough, she can hear. The low hum of machinery is constant. But there’s also the sounds of footsteps. Of mumbled voices. Of clicks and hisses, though maybe that’s the machinery again. That’s what she would believe if pattern didn’t sound distinctly living. All the sounds are muffled.

She can’t hear her own breathing. Should she be able to do that? If she were alive, probably. But she doubts she is.

She’s in a stasis, she knows. Waiting to wake up, she assumes. It would make as much sense if she never did. If she stayed like this forever. It feels like forever. It feels like no time at all.

There are sounds of a struggle. Those are new. Crashing, yelling, running and things breaking. The noise gets closer to where she is. Wherever she is. There’s nothing she can do.

There is somebody else, somebody new, in the room with her.

“Marcy?” they cry out.

Her eyes open. Not with recognition of the name, but with muscle memory at the sound. It must be her name, then? The girl in front of her, through translucent liquid and warped glass, seems to think so.

The girl is about her- Marcy’s- height. Unruly hair and wide eyes. It’s difficult to see color.

Her face contorts. She presses a hand to the other side of the glass. “What did he- I’m gonna get you out, hold on.”

There is nothing to hold on to. Marcy feels her eyes threatening to close again.

Not before seeing a flash of bright blue, rippling through her confinement and through the panicked girl’s hair in a wave. For a moment, she doesn’t hear any sound. Then, the glass encasing her shatters, and she falls. Her vision blurs to black.

The girl catches her before she reaches the ground. “Hey, hey, I gotcha,” she says. She removes the apparatus covering her nose and mouth. “Oh, shoot. You didn’t need that to breathe, did you?”

Marcy squints open her eyes again. It’s easier. She feels more like a person. The girl parts damp hair from in front of her face. Water drips from the edges. There’s water on the floor, water covering every wire and mechanism. Water trails from the girl’s eyes.

“I thought-” she chokes. “I thought you were dead...”

The voice builds in the part of Marcy’s body that still isn’t her own. From the coils of wire still wrapping her limbs and secured to her back. Her vision goes reddish-orange. Her ears fill with ringing. Something carries her out of the girl’s warm, shaking arms and onto the floor, wet and cold and strewn with glass. The words that fall from her mouth aren’t hers.

“She is.”

The girl’s mouth hangs open in a gasp. “No,” she whispers under her breath, over and over. She backs away, horrified. “Marcy...”

The scene jogs a memory, white-hot and painful. The same distraught girl, staring at her with disbelief written in her features. Crashing, screaming. Eyes blurry with tears. A familiar blackness.

Marcy hugs herself. Her head feels like it’s going to explode. The red tone of her surroundings flickers.

“Y- you hated her,” she manages. “Me. You hate me.”

The girl blinks. “No! I don’t. I could never, please just-”

She comes forward, reaches out. Marcy suddenly can’t see. She feels herself shove her away by the shoulder with more strength than someone her size should have.

When she comes to, she sees the girl crumpled on the floor, pushing herself up weakly. Words and actions fight inside of her, looking for a way out. She’s filled with them, cruel and violent and she could let them free just to hurt her. Would she? She’s done it before. Memories come back like a trickle of water breaking into a flood.

“I’m sorry.” She squeezes her eyes shut, grabs either side of her head with her hands. It doesn’t stop the noise in her skull. “I can’t- I didn’t mean to-” She falls to her knees. Glass shards cut through the thin fabric on her legs. Wires tighten around her shins. She blindly claws at them, trying to loosen their hold.

The girl, beaten up yet determined, understands. Memories of wordless communication, knowing what the other will say or do, fighting in tandem, phase to the front of Marcy’s mind.

In another blinding flash of blue, the girl is behind her, sword pulled from her belt. There’s a clean slice across the wires pulling at her. They flop onto the floor, just pieces of metal.

Marcy can breathe again. She sits up with a gasping breath. Her vision clears. She feels something uncomfortably lodged inside her chest, still, but for now, it’s at rest.

“Did that work? Please tell me that worked.” The girl approaches her, cautious. “Is it you?”

“I...” Marcy touches a hand to her face. “I think so.” She tries to stand.

“No, don’t.” The battered girl rushes over, sits down next to her. She takes her hands. “I can’t have you hurting yourself. I just got you back.”

Something pulls at Marcy. More memories slot into place. Of being kept from danger. Of losing and finding each other in a devastating cycle.

“I won’t,” she finds herself saying.

The girl chuckles sadly. “I’ve heard that one before.” She tries for a smile. Marcy remembers seeing it a million times and wanting to see it a million times more.

“Do you promise me?” the girl asks. She looks so tired.

“I promise,” Marcy says. She hopes it will mean something this time.

She’s pulled into a hug. The muscle memory that guides her in is slowly replaced with real memory. She’s done this before. For goodbyes and see-you-laters and tiny accomplishments. For joy and sadness, separations and reunions. For winning and losing. Most importantly, for never wanting to let go. For wishing they would always be real and together, never washed away by the pull of the tides, the course of the rain.

She knows it’s not realistic now. The stutter in her breathing, the thin lines of blood forming on her knees, are real enough. She’ll just spend one second longer pretending she can live in fantasy. One more second and then they’ll go.

A second passes. And then another. It’s cold. The grip around her is warm, familiar. It belongs to someone whose name is etched in a place Marcy can’t change. Somewhere real, because why would she have wanted to make up the heartbreak of always having known it?

She gives up in the strongest way she can, knowing she doesn’t deserve to be here, and accepting it anyway. She sighs, almost a sob, and sinks into Anne’s arms.

#amphibia #true colors #marcanne if you squint #look i did it i wrote something that isnt sashannarcy fluff #man i should really have a writing tag huh #amphibia fanfic

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percyistotallynotgay · 2 years

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i was messing around with the random sentence generator and saw this one and immediately thought of sasha for some reason

#sasha waybright #amphibia #theres sashannarcy if you squint #my art

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valerianavow · 2 years

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Marcy, blearily, blinks open one eye, and then the other. She screws them shut again as the light pours in, but she finally squints against it as things swim into focus, her head turned to the side.

There's a pair of figures sitting and facing her. The sound of their slow breathing is fading in and out as they sleep.

The first thing Marcy can see, squinting, is just the color of their hair. The blonde's hair is up in a tight ponytail, and her head is tilted back against a pale green wall, her chest rising and falling slowly. The brown-haired girl has her head on the blonde's shoulder, hand clutching the other girl's jacket sleeve, looking like she rolled there accidentally in her sleep. Her hair is pressed against her unwitting pillow's neck, all curl and poof. She's drooling a little bit, onto the other girl's shirt, mouth hung slightly open as she snores.

Marcy smiles to herself. Anne refuses to believe it, and always says Sasha makes it up to embarrass her, but she always snores...

Anne.

Sasha.

Anne is here. Her head is on Sasha's shoulder.

There's a moment where Marcy is still. The echoes of their voices fill her mind- a scream of despair in unison- "MARCY!"

The rest of the thought is just a blur. She can't think straight. Everything is flashes, and pain, and she whimpers without realizing it, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to will the thoughts away.

There's the sound of a shuddering, waking breath, and the intake of a quiet gasp. Marcy hears movement, and then the weight of a hand on her cheek, and her eyes flutter back open to stare up into Sasha's.

"Marcy."

Sasha smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a deep happiness, an expression Marcy's only seen on her face a few times.

Marcy stares back at her childhood friend, and her eyes start to fill with tears.

. . .

I wrote my first Amphibia fanfic! It's 5675 words, a complete hurt/comfort oneshot about Marcy dreaming before, during and after Olivia & Yunan. There's... a lot of Sashannarcy. Is this a coping mechanism? Maybe. Shut up. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for beta reading and offering advice, @thesugarcookieday! It means the world to me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35131165

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #olivia and yunan #marcy wu #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #sashannarcy #amphibia fanfic #ao3 fanfic #sasharcy #annarcy #calamity trio #calamity girls #avowrites #poly fanfic

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