#anne and the plantars running around town

[calamitydarcy]

Sasha brushed the hair out of Marcy’s face, resting her hand on her cheek for a moment. Her cheeks were pale and tinted slightly green, her face completely still. The room was silent save for the girl’s quiet, ragged breathing. She reached down and grabbed Marcy’s hand with a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Marcy,” she began in a shaky, hushed whisper, rubbing circles on the back of Marcy’s hand. “I wish I could have saved you. I should have saved you.”

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A short lil fic of if Sasha had broken into the castle to rescue Marcy with Olivia and Yunan after True Colors and had to be on the run ever since, running from town to town and waiting for Marcy to wake up :]

Full fic also under the cut!

Sasha sat at the edge of a cliff, her feet dangling off the edge. She stared out at the valley in front of her painted red and gold by the setting sun. The first stars were beginning to twinkle in the dim blue-purple sky, shy sparks of light blinking to life.

A chill autumn wind blew by, carrying with it colorful leaves shed from the trees around her. She brushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. It had been a very peaceful and quiet day — the entire week had been like this, in fact, with plenty of sunsets spent alone with her thoughts. Her times sitting on the cliff often stretched long into the night, listening to owls hooting and watching lights twinkle out in the city below.

This place was far from Andrias’ castle, far from the destruction and misery he brought upon the land. She stayed in a cabin on this mountain just outside the village, only straying into town for supplies every few days. He would get here eventually, of course, and then Sasha would have to pack everything up and move again, constantly fleeing and waiting for Marcy to wake up.

It had been about a month since the… incident at the castle, leaving Marcy in a coma and Anne and the Plantars in a completely different world. Sasha thought they were on Earth, although if she was honest, she had no clue where that portal led; she had just hoped that Marcy opened it up to the right place.

Sasha had broken into the castle about a week later despite Grime warning her that it was a bad idea, that they likely would only succeed in getting themselves captured or killed. She didn’t care; she had to save Marcy. She couldn’t sit around and wait for some miracle to happen and for an army to join them to storm the castle.

Her plan had, in fact, worked; with Olivia and Yunan’s help, she had snuck down to the basement where Marcy was being held in a strange tank, wearing an oxygen mask and hooked up to all sorts of tubes and cords. It had been almost too easy — the robots guarding the tunnel were easy to sneak past, thanks to Yunan, and it had seemed as if the actual room Marcy was in was unguarded.

Things had started to go downhill once they broke the glass and pulled Marcy out, disconnecting her from the tubes. She was unconscious, not stirring no matter what any of them did. The only signs that she was alive were a weak pulse and her chest slowly rising and falling in shallow breaths. They had no time to dwell on it, of course; their priority was getting the hell out of the castle in one piece.

It almost worked. The group had gotten about halfway across the floor when the room filled with a dusty fog hissing from the vents. They had barely paused; the second they realized the swirling fog wouldn’t hurt them, they charged through, blindly rushing for where they thought the door was.

As they had stumbled up the stairs, a metallic screech had echoed from the room behind them accompanied by thunderous stomping. An alarm had sounded and the frobots were suddenly on high alert.

It had been a difficult and terrifying chase, but the four of them were able to make it out alive with minor injuries. No one had any idea where to go after that; all they knew was they could never, ever return to Newtopia — or at least not until King Andrias was gone.

The destruction and industrialization of Newtopia, Frog Valley, the Toad Towers, and surrounding areas forced them to flee deep into the wilderness, stopping and resting at minor villages and cities on the outskirts of their civilization. They never stayed for long and did their best to disguise their identities when going into town; when Andrias reached these places, he would hunt them down and ask the villagers if they had seen creatures as strange as Sasha and Marcy. They, unfortunately, stuck out like a sore thumb here, two humans in a land of amphibians.

Now they were here, roughly three weeks later, and Marcy still hadn’t awoken. She was still alive, of course, but she never stirred, never opened her eyes or made a sound. When Sasha wasn’t traveling, hunting, or watching the sunset, she was in Marcy’s room, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding her hand. Olivia watched her when Sasha was busy while Yunan sometimes took over scouting and hunting duties when Sasha just couldn’t bring herself to leave Marcy’s side.

Nights like these, quiet and peaceful, made it difficult for Sasha not to spiral and drown in her own thoughts. Logically, she knew that this whole thing was at least partially Marcy’s fault; she was the one that found the box and brought them here, after all. And yet this was Sasha’s fault, too, wasn’t it? She had been an awful friend both here and back home, pushing Anne around and neglecting Marcy’s interests (and possibly her cries for help, too). If she had been better, if she had listened, maybe Toad Tower wouldn’t have happened. Maybe they would’ve listened to her warning about the king. Maybe the trio could’ve all been home by now, together and safe and alive.

Nightmares of that terrible day plagued what little sleep she could get, images of Marcy collapsing to the ground with a burnt hole in her chest constantly intruding upon her thoughts. A voice in her head constantly whispered and rambled about how if she had just done this, if she hadn’t done that, if she had just been better and enough and stronger, none of this would’ve happened, they would be home, Marcy wouldn’t be in a coma, Anne wouldn’t be lost, if only, if only, this was all Sasha’s fault—

Deep breaths. She realized she was beginning to cry, her breaths coming in shallow, choked sobs. Sasha quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, blinking back the rest before they could fall. She pushed back the torrent of pure emotion and pain threatening to claw its way out of her throat.

The wind picked up, howling past her ears in great gusts, rattling the branches on the trees and disturbing a flock of birds. Sasha shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. The sun had fully sunk below the distant mountains on the horizon, sending its last red rays to peer around their jagged peaks. As the sky darkened and silvery constellations began to shine, Sasha got to her feet, taking one last glance over the valley below. It was only getting colder, and it was probably for the best if she went inside and ate something before attempting to sleep.

Olivia greeted her with a nod as Sasha walked in, offering her a cup of steaming hot tea. “Good evening, Sasha. How are you feeling?”

Sasha wrapped her hands around the cup, allowing it to warm her chilled fingers. “Same as always. How’s Marcy? Is she awake yet?”

Lady Olivia shook her head sadly. “If she was, I would be sure to tell you straight away. Although Yunan did say she swears she saw her face twitch ever so slightly.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. She is very insistent on it.”

Sasha perked up, her eyes wide and teary. “So you’re saying… there’s a chance…”

“Marcy may very well awaken soon.” Olivia smiled at Sasha’s hopeful expression. “You probably want to rush to your room to see her. That’s alright, but please grab something to eat first. We can’t have you starving and exhausted.”

Sasha grabbed something off the counter and muttered a “thank you” before dashing to her room, stumbling to a stop in front of Marcy’s bed.

She was unconscious as always; her eyes were closed as if she was peacefully napping. Marcy was in a soft grey t-shirt and sweatpants; they had discarded the armor and suit they had rescued her in almost immediately, citing fears of a tracking or monitoring device. The faintly-glowing eye in the center of the armor’s breastplate had creeped them out and made them wary of something watching through it.

Green fluid oozed and scabbed over from the circular scars left by the various ports in her arms, legs, and back where the tubes had connected to her in the tank. None of them could figure out what it was; Olivia and Yunan had thought it was blood, but Sasha reminded them that human blood was red and did not, in fact, turn green under any circumstances. It was the same color as the fluid in the tank Marcy had been suspended in, so that was another possibility; they had no idea what purpose it served or if it was supposed to be constantly leaking out like that, but as far as they could tell, there were no ill effects on Marcy from it. She was still warm (although Sasha thought she was freezing cold, her hands like ice) and breathing (even though it was shallow and seemed to be getting shakier every day), so for now, all they could do was monitor her and hope she woke up soon.

The slices on her back and torso from… the incident had turned to scars by the time they rescued Marcy, looking like a mix between a burn and a puncture. They stretched from just below the base of her neck to the small of her back, jagged and uneven around the edges and widening in the middle. Parts of the scar looked more healed than others, giving it the appearance of strands of scar tissue strung across the raw pinkish-red skin of the wound like bridges.

Medics from a relatively nice newt town they had passed through had given them supplies to set up a feeding tube for nutrition and an IV for hydration, which they ran every day to ensure Marcy was fed and hydrated. They had been extremely kind and understanding, allowing them to stay in a private room in a hospital and offering to hide them from Newtopian patrols. Sasha had been grateful for the offer, but they unfortunately couldn’t stay for long. She hoped they could go back and visit one day.

Their setup was fortunately fairly simple to pack up and move, and combined with their daily scouting patrols, they had always been able to run to the next town at least a day before Andrias’ forces arrived. In addition, they were pretty far ahead of the frobot army’s industrial expansion; Yunan and Sasha had calculated that it would take another month and a half for Andrias to reach their location. For now, they were safe. For now, they could focus on Marcy.

Sasha brushed the hair out of Marcy’s face, resting her hand on her cheek for a moment. Her cheeks were pale and tinted slightly green, her face completely still. The room was silent save for the girl’s quiet, ragged breathing. She reached down and grabbed Marcy’s hand with a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Marcy,” she began in a shaky, hushed whisper, rubbing circles on the back of Marcy’s hand. “I wish I could have saved you. I should have saved you.”

Sasha sat on the bed beside her, still holding her hand tightly. She glanced over to make sure the door was shut as tears welled up in her eyes. No one was here to see her cry, save for Marcy. She wasn’t sure if Marcy could even hear her.

“What’s it like for you right now? I mean, can you hear anything? Do you have dreams? I hope they’re not nightmares. You don’t deserve that, not on top of everything else.” Sasha sighed, letting a tear fall down her face. “I don’t think I can blame you. Well, maybe a little, but… I can’t blame you for what Andrias did. What he is doing. You just wanted to run away, right? I get that. I… felt the same way sometimes. It still hurts like hell that you would go behind our backs and do that to us, but I understand why.

“We always ignored you and your interests. We probably ignored your needs, too. And that was wrong of us. Of me. I know I say this to you a lot, but… I’m sorry, Marcy. If — no, when you wake up — I’ll make it up to you however I can. I promise.”

More tears fell from her eyes, streaming in steady rivers down her face. Sasha was sobbing now, clutching onto Marcy like a lifeline, afraid that if she let go, Marcy would disappear.

“I feel like this is my fault. No, it is my fault. I was thinking about this outside earlier. If I hadn’t… if I had just— if I was a better friend… none of this would’ve happened. I’m sorry, Marcy. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I shouldn’t have pushed you and Anne around. I should’ve protected and been there for you, but I wasn’t. I’m so sorry.”

Sasha gently wrapped her arms around Marcy, pulling her into a hug. She pulled away slightly after a while, cradling Marcy in her arms. Marcy’s eyes were still closed, her body limp.

“Please wake up, Marcy. It’s been a month. I miss you and… and I’m sorry. For everything. Just please come back to us. Please be alright.”

Sasha broke down into sobs, squeezing Marcy perhaps a little too tight. Her tears fell onto the unconscious girl’s face, trails rolling down both of their cheeks. She shut her eyes, nestling her face into Marcy’s hair.

At some point, Sasha had set Marcy back down, laying next to her and still holding her close. Her chin was resting on top of Marcy’s head, her arms wrapped protectively around her. The moon was high in the sky, shining down through the window and casting a light on the two of them. Sasha pulled a blanket over them with one hand, keeping the other around Marcy’s body.

Olivia quietly tiptoed into the room later, checking in on Sasha and making sure she ate. She smiled as she saw the two girls cuddled together. Sasha had fallen asleep and was lightly snoring.

And when Marcy twitched, Olivia simply stared in shock. Marcy’s arm slowly inched closer to Sasha, eventually wrapping around her torso. Sasha remained asleep and unaware, although Olivia was sure she’d notice in the morning. The newt smiled and turned off the light, leaving the room without making a sound.

#amphibia #amphibia fic #amphibia fanfic #sasharcy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #my writing

[wixelt]

False or True (Hermitphibia AU)

My first rough attempt at a starting snippet for my Hermitphibia AU crossover, as an intro to who among the Hermits will join Anne in Wartwood.

Lemme know what you think, as future entries will depend on what peeps think works. :P

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“Come on Sprig, it’s getting dark. You heard how serious Hop Pop was!”

“Five more minutes, please? I’ve got that feeling, Anne! Your friend’s close. I know it!”

It had started, as most things did in Wartwood Swamp, with a panic.

As it had gone when Anne – probably the first human any native had ever seen – had appeared in the woods, the day had opened with Wally running through town screaming about a ‘beast in the forest’. A tall, gangly thing that had supposedly ‘attacked’ the one-eyed frog.

Initially, all eyes had shifted to a confused Anne, but with a few weeks to get the locals to at least tolerate her presence – and the word of the still recently grateful Stumpy over revitalising his restaurant – she wasn’t an immediate suspect.

Especially when Wally clarified a unique detail of this ‘beast’. One that had made Anne drop everything to volunteer to hunt it down personally.

Because didn’t Sasha Waybright also have blonde hair?

The thought reuniting with one of the friends she’d been separated from for weeks after being trapped in Amphibia by that damn box had quickly overridden the list of other priorities Anne Boonchuy had made for the day, it taking a stern word or two from Hopediah Plantar to bring her back down to rational thought.

Still, even after making sure she’d gotten the chores she’d promised to do that day out of the way, Hop Pop wasn’t able to stop the 13-year-old human girl from bolting off into the woods to look for whom he could only presume was this Sasha girl, nor prevent his ever-adventurous grandson from following right on her heels.

He’d had conditions for not complaining about it, though, and one of those – first and foremost – had been that Anne and Sprig return to the farm before dusk at the very latest. After the initial scare with the mantis and everything since, he’d developed a renewed awareness of just how dangerous the woods were and wasn’t about to take any chances with the lives of his charges, no matter how tall Anne was.

It was now dusk, or as close to dusk as they could reasonably skim it and still claim they made it back on time, because she wasn’t about to let Sasha slip through her fingers.

Though if it hadn’t been for the company, she would‘ve stayed out all night. A lot was at stake for her, right now, but she wasn’t about to throw away the trust of the only adult who respected her around here.

Unsurprisingly, though, Sprig was not acting as a voice of reason. Apparently, the threat of Hop Pop’s disappointment wasn’t quite enough to quell his spirit.

“…Okay!” Anne threw up her hands, “Five more minutes, but then I’m heading back, with or without you.”

They both knew she wouldn’t really – Hop Pop’s angry disbelief wasn’t worth that – but the threat was real enough that Sprig paused for a moment, humming slightly.

“Ugh, fine.” He grumbled. Eventually. Reluctantly. He crossed his arms. “Wanted to have an adventure…”

“Don’t sweat it, dude.” Anne smiled as the frog kid fell into step next to her, “I’m just as desperate to find Sash as anyone, obviously, but she’ll still be here tomorrow. If she’s lasted this long on her own, she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Unless she gets eaten by a mantis.”

“Please don’t say things like that. Knowing Sasha she’s probably girlbossing the entire—”

*crack*

Anne’s words died on her lips, both bipeds freezing on the spot.

“That, uh…” Sprig mouthed for a moment, “You heard that too, right?”

“Yuh huh…” Anne whispered back, slowly reaching for the makeshift scythe on her back – the one put together from the mantis leg, that Hop Pop had insisted she bring for… some reason – with one hand, “On the count of three?”

Sprig nodded wordlessly in return, eyes darting in the direct of the broken stick.

“One…”

Anne drew in a long, careful breath.

“Two…”

Sprig tensed.

“Three!”

With a wild shout in opposition to their prior care, both upstarts tore through the bushes with the yell of a banshee, letting everything within about half a mile know their location.

Unfortunately, the snare trap Sprig stumbled through in the chaos of Anne’s wild swings didn’t need this information to catch them off guard.

Which is how Anne found herself hanging upside down, one foot caught in a rope as Sprig squirmed next to her in a desperate bid to escape.

“Somehow I feel like this is payback…” She groaned.

“Less complaining more tugging!”

“Oh, right.” Anne blinked out of her daze at Sprig’s comment, hands stretching up to try and help free the knot.

And then there was a flash of colour in her peripheral vision.

Blonde.

Anne’s head shot around instantly, the sudden jolt of her body sending Sprig spinning with a yell – she’d have to apologize later – as she tried to get a glimpse of the figure. The…

…Huh.

The figure who was standing right in front of her.

“…S-Sasha?” The brunette craned her head, trying to get a look at the blonde’s face…

…and realized just how tall they were. How much older – a decade at least – than her they were.

And how between the green jacket, combat boots, aviator goggles – one lens seemingly cracked – and the makeshift but well-crafted bow in one hand - this was not her friend.

The newcomer shared a stare with Anne for a moment, as if surprised by her presence but more just perplexed.

After a moment, though, she spoke.

“…Who?” False Symmetry – as Anne would quickly come to know her as – asked.

#hermitphibia au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #amphibia #amphibia au #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #falsesymmetry

[thenightslayers-musings]

Another Reunion

Half of the Amphibians there jumped up in shock, Half of those standing had pulled out some sort of weapon.

It was the traditional Wartwood reception to anything hidden in the dark, seeing her friends and adoptive family pointing weapons toward her made her feel nostalgic, fighting back the tears she almost failed to see Polly leaping towards her, a wrench raised high about to smash her head in.

A Smile appeared on Anne's face, Polly was still Polly, the young pink frog leaped at her with the wrench raised high.

Anne caught her and held the small frog in the air, Polly of course refused to stop fighting, she was cussing who she thought was a monster, demanding that she be let go.

"Polly," said Anne laughing, it's me."

Polly stopped trashing and looked at her, the anger turned to shock.

"A…Anne?" Said the small frog girl, her voice wavering.

"Yeah it's me, I-" Anne didn't finish her sentence when Polly wormed herself free and jumped wrapping her arms around Anne's neck, the smaller frog buried her head on Anne's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," said Polly weeping, "I'm sorry I.. I.. started to forget you, I'm…"

Anne hugged her tighter, "it's okay Polly, it's okay."

“Anne, Is it you.” said the voice of Hop Pop

Anne looked at the older orange frog, there were some liver spots on him now but he was still her adoptive grandfather.

“Hey, H.P, You did say it was okay for me to stop by.”

That was all it took for the patriarch of the Plantars to start running towards Anne, however, he started to trip, Anne leapt out and caught him before he hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” said Anne terrified for the older Plantar.

“Yeah, I just, Anne I thought… I thought I wouldn’t live to see you again.”

Anne felt the old frog's tears fall on her arms, now she hugged him even tight, “Remember what  you said, We’re family we always find a way back to each other.”

Anne sat there as she held on to the two most important frogs in the world to her, however, it quickly became apparent that there was a Plantar missing.

“Sprig?” she called out. And saw the frog boy sitting on the stump, his eyes were closed

…

The moment he heard the voice he closed his eyes

It was another nightmare, a cruel nightmare, this whole day it had to be.

He knew where he was.

He was back on the boat with Ivy, her sleeping next to him, that’s the only thing it could be, after all, it made sense, he missed Anne so his mind would have a course created a perfect scenario where he would get to talk about all the things he loved about her, Where he would help his sister come to terms with Anne's disappearance, Where he would talk to Hop Pop, where he got to praise her in front of the strangers and tell her story to the town that loved her, Of course, he was a dream.

He heard his Sister and grandfather reuniting with Anne, it was everything he wanted them to feel, That’s when he heard the voice calling for him.

“Sprig?”

“No,” said Sprig.

“What,” said dream Anne her voice shaking.

“I know what this is, It’s another dream and I accept that, You’re not here.”

“Sprig please it’s…”

“I’m not going to open my eyes because I know you’re not real you're just a figment of someone I miss.”

“Sprig, It’s me, please open your eyes.”

“No I want the idea of you being back in my life to last a little longer,” said Sprig.

Everything was quiet for a moment Sprig briefly thought that the dream was over.

That theory died the moment he felt something hit him hard on the shoulder, he fell off his stump and landed on the grass, he opened his eyes to see a human standing there.

She was taller, the same size as most of the adult humans Sprig had met, She had Anne's skin, her hair was clean though now in a pony tail, Her shirt was Green and her shorts were light cream, she was wearing two boots, If this was Anne she had changed a lot.

But the look on her face and the look in her eyes brought it all back, She was smiling, that smile that always reminded him of she cared for him, he saw in the times he knew that she was truly happy.

“Friend Punch,” she said sheepishly.

The realization hit him like a Snail going over fifty.

It was her.

It was her.

The most important person in his world had returned and had just punched him in the shoulder

“Anne,” he said his voice shaking like a leaf.

“Hey Sprig, It’s been…”

Sprig Launched at Anne's chest, he wrapped himself around her neck burying his face into her shoulder, Anne fell to the ground her eyes widened in shock.

Sprig I…”

He looked up at her, crying, “I Missed you, I missed you so much, How did you get back.

“We made a portal, It shouldn’t have done this but… Oh, Frog I’ve missed you, buddy,” said Anne crying, she held on to her best friend tighter than ever, Hop Pop and Polly joined in, and the rest of the frogs walked around and cheered, Anne, didn’t hear them she was too busy, holding on to her family.

The only one who didn’t was Ivy, who was scared of what the future would bring.

#anne boonchuy #amphibia #amphibia fanfictoin #Sprig Plantar #Polly Plant #hop pop plantar

[picturejasper20]

Amphibia Week- Day 7

¨What aspect do you like the most about Amphibia?¨

Out of the things i like about the series, the two aspects that are the most remarkable for me have to be: The characters and the continuity. When it comes to the characters, they are the core of the series, what moves the themes and the story of the show. Almost 90% of the show revolves around their relationships and their character arcs: Anne getting to know the plantars in season 1, the toxic complex relationship between Anne, Sasha and Marcy... I really like how the show goes an extra step to dive in the psychology of these characters in a way not many western animated for younger audiences do. They are very flawed and complex and their relationships are constanly changing. Even one of the main villains, Andrias, gets this treament later in the show, with a level of tragedy for him. Another thing i like is how the series gives secondary characters all these extra details that makes them feel like their own people. Every town/City has their own culture with its own rules and history like the town with the little frogs. It gaves the sense that there is something more going around the world aside from the main character’s conflict. There are a few instances of the show bringing back characters you never thought you never see them again only to be expanded on in new ways the series didn’t before. And that’s something not many animated series are capable of doing. Which brings me to my next point: The continuity of the show. I swear that it’s one of the best i have seen in animated series in the lastest years. One episode that looks kinda like filler can suddenly become very important later on and details that get introduced in one episode can be expanded on in the future. It still does amaze me this level of detail when it comes to this aspect. It’s a thing that has to pull off in a tv series format. For that i respect quite a lot the crew and the writers behind Amphibia who put together all this things that are a great payoff for those who had actually watched all the episodes. It’s not an easy task to have these separate stories being standalone while being connected at the same time. You have to know what you are going to add in each episode and if it’s going to come back later, when and how it’s going to be brought up. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have a timeline of each of these characters and what they wanted to do with them.  

I think that in my personal experience this is what got me involved into this series and lead me to become a fan of it. I can gladly say i really enjoyed watching this show, with its ups and downs, and i hope one day it gets some series spin-off or specials to explore things that it didn’t during its run.

#amphibia #amphibia season 3 #amphibia week #amphibia fandom

[anneitsnobigdeal]

@mystictechbo liked x for a Dreamscape starter!

“It definitely took me some time to get used to life in Wartwood, but I think you’ll fit in a lot easier! Not like you’ll have to be here for all the months I was, anyway.”

The pair were standing just a hop, skip, and jump away from a quaint little farm, the main building recessed into a giant tree stump- the Plantar family home, a sight that had Anne positively beaming. Quickly realizing she’d wound up in a dream with a stranger, she was feeling pretty optimistic about going through this, even with somebody she didn’t know. If she was back in Wartwood, this had to be a good memory, right? Surely it would be a pleasant time for her, and for this…overgrown two-legged turtle guy. Not one of the kinds of people she’d met before, but she was still convinced he would be able to vibe with any dream frogs he ran into. It kind of made her wonder why there weren’t any turtle folk in Amphibia.

Turtles were amphibians, right? Darn D+ in biology.

“And if we stick to town, we probably won’t even have to run into any of the giant bugs or birds or other terrifying creatures we could find around here! So let’s not go out of our way to make this a nightmare.”

#mystictechbo #Donatello 01 #isola event: dreamscape #Hhhhh busting these out fast as I CAN hope this works!

[skyfirecn]

I’ve been refining my No Patience AU - not sure if I’ll keep that name forever but it fits for now - and I wanted to post my intended season one. I’m already plotting halfway through season three, so fair warning, this first season is fairly barebones in terms of what I’d expect and I definitely think it needs another pass, but here goes! Reminder; Marcy in this AU travels to Amphibia alone and so gains the power of all three stones, which is really bad for her health, believe it or not.

More structured: the three acts are used to get Marcy through her co-dependency, abandonment issues and low self-esteem. Also focuses on her dismissal of subject matters she doesn’t want to face and her need to listen to the people around her that she often forgets to.

First act is focused on her overcoming co-dependency, and learning when it’s okay to rely on others and when she has to do things herself. She quickly uses Sprig to supplement Anne and a combination of Polly and Hop Pop to supplement Sasha in her life, and the initial few episodes/lessons are spent only in their company, including such episodes as Anne Theft Auto, Best Fronds, Cane Crazy and Stakeout. Some are swapped with later season one episodes, such as Flood, Sweat and Tears and Contagi-Anne. Things change when Marcy meets Maddie and the two begin to practice magic together. Marcy slowly begins to build her self-confidence up with her increasing proficiency in magic and spell-crafting, and she’s able to help Maddie understand her sisters’ plight better by sharing how her family made her feel, overlooked and left behind. Maddie points out some hard truths for Marcy; that her old friends weren’t that great and she shouldn’t brush off the things they did that hurt her, as well as the fact that she exists as a person outside of them and their influence even though she doesn’t act like it. This culminates in the Toad Tax episode, where Marcy and Maddie become vigilantes trying to drive the toads out of town, but when things escalate Marcy is the first to show her face and take a firm stand against the toads. This action gives her a week in bed thanks to her powers activating alongside Grime’s interest when the tax collectors return to toad tower, but also Wartwood’s respect. Marcy continues to put herself out there by showing the Plantars the music box, volunteering to watch the grubhog, keeping the kids from bothering Hop Pop too much while he works on his model ship and taking up some part-time jobs to help the Plantar’s financial situation. Tritonio would train her alongside Sprig and Polly, Marcy taking to a crossbow with a dagger for close-quarters combat, and she’d similarly have to stop Tritonio after finding out he used them. Season one ends with Grime showing up in town with his army, oppressing the residents and challenging Marcy to one on one combat. While she’d agree, she’d only do so to protect the frogs of Wartwood, and she’d manage to keep a rein on her powers for the first time, refraining from killing Grime and instead binding him in wrappings made of light with the mob running him out of town. This would make her more sickly than ever and, desperate for answers, she and the Plantars, with the stowaway Maddie, would make their way to Newtopia early, blasting the glacier wall out of the way before it fully defrosted.

#amphibia au #amphibia #role swap au #season one

[jaekaicx]

an idea i had floating around in the back of my head

#gaymer art #sketch #amphibia #anne boonchuy #back views are weird #idk i was just thinking abt #anne and the plantars running around town #but then anne stumbled onto a bulletin board #normally they just have a bunch of random posters and ads #but now theyre cluttered with tons of missing person posters #her posters #some of them are for sasha and marcy #but most are for her #gets her thinking abt stuff ig

[huntertherapyeras]

honest work

wrote a little sasha in wartwood fic! not sure what i'm going to do with it yet, but it was fun writing it! no warnings that i can think of, other than a canon-typical mention of like, bugs.

oh, and i'm considering making a tag list for more exposure, so let me know if you want me to tag you when i write amphibia stuff in the comments or tags or whatever <3

link to fic in ao3

Sasha sighs a low, deep sigh. Maybe it’s dramatic, but she doesn’t really give a shit. Running a farm is more work than anticipated. She’s used to training hard and pushing herself past her limits. But working under the blaring sun for hours on end is an unfamiliar animal. It’s the middle of spring, and the weeds are a little trigger happy. Even though Plantar house itself is pretty small, Hopadiah Plantar’s farm is much bigger than Sasha ever would have guessed.

Despite her constant bitching, though, Sasha finds that there is something meditative about focusing on the task of weeding. It has the potential of being therapeutic. And it would be, too, if Sasha had nicer things to think about. At the moment, though, letting her mind wander is dangerous. If she’s not thinking about how to best arm the villagers for an impending attack, her mind wanders to Anne. And if she thinks enough about Anne, she starts thinking about M–

Whatever. Sasha can’t change the past. All she can do, right now, is figure out a way to keep the Wartwoodians safe and find out whether Marcy is…whether she can be saved. That’s where the problem lies. There are too many things in her head, and most of them are too upsetting for her to think about without wanting to punch a wall. She needs to focus on the task at hand.

The midday sun beats down on her armored back, suffocatingly hot. She’s nearly done for the day– just a few more rows to go. Grime is in the house, most likely figuring out what to make for lunch. He isn’t the best cook, but his sandwiches are semi-decent if you don’t think about the type of protein being used. Sliced and cured beetle tastes a weird amount like ham.

Sasha grabs the water flask from her holster, taking a moment to savor the cool feeling of it going down her throat. It tastes a little swamp-y, a little bit like the lake water from camping trips with the Boonchuys, but it gets the job done.Just a few more rows to go, and then she can go inside for a bit to take a short rest.

Sasha lets her mind wander to battle strategy while she finishes her task. Ms. Sadie Croaker, despite being old and dealing with age related pains, can be surprisingly agile when she wants to be. Ivy Sundew is a little stealth master and has even managed to sneak up on Sasha a couple of times. The first time nearly ended with a dagger through Ivy’s belly (Sasha’s been a little keyed up lately and she’ll admit it). Felicia Sundew, Ivy’s mother, is well versed in natural remedies. Maddie knows a lot about Amphibian magic, and her father, being a baker, is strong and muscular from constantly lugging flour sacks around. One-eyed Wally has some fencing knowledge, which could easily translate to sword fighting

They all have their weaknesses, but it’s been surprising to see how competent a town full of country bumpkin frogs can be. And they’re all strangely kind and trusting, especially considering how badly Sasha fucked up their first encounter.

Sasha isn’t sure whether she feels grateful or guilty at this point. Maybe both? Yeah, probably both.

“Sasha,” Grime bellows from inside the house, “Food is ready!”

“Yeah, yeah, one second!” Sasha yells back. Just one more row to go. It takes about five minutes for her to finish up – Amphibian plants as a whole are notoriously stubborn. But when she’s finally finished, she feels a small sense of… pride? Accomplishment? Either way, it feels good. Sasha gathers up her gardening shears and takes off her thick gloves, shuddering at her sweaty hands. Gross.

After she puts Anne’s her supplies away, she heads into the house for lunch, closing the door behind her with a gentleness she didn’t know she had until now.

#sasha waybright #amphibia #amphibia fic #aster.exe #hymns

[cobaltegg]

You should do the amphibia swap au!!

uhhh i had a lot of thoughts...

Marcy:

Lands in the woods outside wartwood with the calamity box

She was prepared to be sent to another world so she immediately finds the nearest town instead of living in the woods

The plantars take her in, she totally adopts the farming lifestyle (roleplaying) and quickly improves their farm

To win the town over, marcy makes a bunch of improvements that make everyone richer, word quickly spreads of the small farming town that become wealthy overnight

She eventually finds the book hop pop has on the calamity box, reveals the truth to them, and then becomes obsessed with discovering the plantars’ relationship with the box

Marcy tells anne and sasha the truth about the box much sooner and, after being exposed to so much danger, is willing to actually go home

Anne:

Lands outside toad tower and is captured

Like sasha, she doesn’t tell them about her friends

She becomes genuine friends with the guards watching her, defends them when the herons attack, and is made a soldier for her heroics

She doesn’t win grimes over at first, so she’s not lieutenant, instead she falls back into her “follower” roll

She doesn’t learn to feel like herself as quickly, but she does learn to hate being bossed around after seeing how grimes treats the other soldiers

Over time her sense of right and wrong infects the toads morality

Shes put on the team to investigate why wartwood is suddenly rich and finds marcy

Grimes decides to invade wartwood to take its money, anne fights back and all her new toad friends take her side, betraying grimes

Grimes runs to newtopia to report to the king what happened

Sasha:

Lands in newtopia and is taken to the king, but she’s distrustful of him

Since andrias suspects she used the box, he treats her like royalty to win her favor

Sasha knows a manipulator when she sees one and soon finds out he’s no good so she starts to play up her knowledge of the box to trick him

She uses her picture of the music box as leverage to convince him to help find her friends meanwhile he starts to grow suspicious that she’s letting on more than she knows

Its honestly just like a really tense political drama

King andrias is kinda just a worse version of sasha, so she’s able to reflect on how she’s been a terrible friend to anne and marcy

She realizes its time to leave when grimes shows up and she overhears him talk about the humans in wartwood

She eventually tricks Yunan into believing that andrias is sending the two of them on an emergency mission to find her friends, on the journey sasha learns cool fighting stuff

The girls reunite in wartwood! They're all on the same page about returning home, so then its all about figuring out how to fix the box and how to be friends again while running from the king

#amphibia #amphibia swap au #anne bounchoy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #king andrias #amphibia yunan #swap au #you asked and so shall receive

[borkthemork]

‘Ivy on the Run’, and What Sasha Needs

So, back when I was rewatching Season 2B, I had considered a lot of the tiny details found in prior episodes that seemed to promise massive comebacks later on.

I’m talking about the mossmen, who were alluded to way back in Wally and Anne, who were mentioned later with the mural and the sleepover episode.

We also have stuff such as the ability for Anne to bend light into imagery, which I definitely absolutely believe is one of her powers that will be delved into in Season Three.

With all these details, I decided to really put my foot into the series and see how much could potentially be planted throughout what I once considered to be episodic episodes.

And that was where I had a realization.

Ivy on the Run wasn’t just a Sprig and Ivy episode. It wasn’t just some random episode for the sake of having fun with the characters.

This episode is where the show tells the audience subtly that Ivy Sundew is going to be an important character to the plot when it comes to being Sasha Waybrights’s Sprig equivalent, and I’m going to be talking about why I believe that here.

Ivy on the Run is established with three things in mind: to tell the audience about who Ivy is as a character, how she interacts with her family, and what she yearns for overall in the story.

The first scene showcases her personality through the environment itself.

She has a map of the Amphibian continent to track Sprig’s progress, she has posters that talk about finding your own path in life, and you can see that she is a very action-oriented person with the amount of knives and axes on the throwing board.

This entire episode is mainly about Ivy’s wanting to find adventure. She feels trapped in Wartwood because she saw nothing in her family but boring tea sessions, and continuously does actions that shows she’s antsy for her turn in the spotlight, for her turn to explore and conquer the world in her own way since she’s never been out of the Valley.

And here, the narrative makes sure to highlight the more rambunctious and feisty sides of the family too. With Ivy’s debut episode, we were never really given much information about her that wasn’t just one-dimensional tomboy attitude; there were moments where she showed genuine awkwardness over the whole courtship incident, but it wasn’t until Season Two where we were able to flesh her out more as a character overall.

She hates the rules and regulations her mother does for her, she is very much okay with going against said rules if she believes her boundaries were crossed, she can be pretty adaptable in stressful situations, and it isn’t until the end of the episode — where she sees more sides of her mother being an experienced traveler — do we get to see her become more open-minded and excited for learning about this side of her family that she’s never heard of before.

And when the two Sundews went face to face...

We get a parallel.

These episodes are similar in a lot of ways, but how they’re handled is executed differently.

They both focus on the wanting for communication and open-mindedness in a family dynamic, but what’s interesting here is that Sprig deliberately loses to let Hop Pop return to his role as the head of the house, while Felicia deliberately allows Ivy to win as a reassurance that she knows what her daughter needs.

In spite of Felicia’s strict actions, she pushes Ivy because she knows that Ivy will have to leave the Valley one day, and the ending makes a big promise that her part of the journey is almost ready.

"Ivy, you think I don't see you, but I do. You want to travel the world and I get it. But you have to be patient, because it's dangerous out there, and I just want you to be ready before we go."

Of course, the last part is all about their tea trip outside the Valley, but this perhaps could be foreshadowing to another big event in Ivy’s life that will make her leave the Valley.

Now, let’s talk about Sasha and the theme of nurture in Amphibia.

With Sasha, we have an interesting arc going on with her. She has a promised redemption arc, but the thing with her is that the Season Three opening explicitly promises that she’s going to have to compromise with Wartwood if she ever wants to fight Andrias. And we all know how the town is slow when it comes to the respect department.

This is where we start to get some potential parallels with Anne and Sasha. The thing with these two characters is that they do make genuine connections, however the theme of nurture found throughout the story itself emphasizes heavily on the environment and the support system the girls have.

For Anne, she was dropped into a place that knew boundaries and yet opened up to love instead of doubling down on punishment, and this leads to not only empathy but growth if Anne so chooses to become a good person.

For Sasha, she’s not given that place to grow. It has been confirmed in the show itself that Sasha, ever since she dropped into Amphibia, had been imprisoned in Toad Tower for one month. One month. It wasn’t a surprise that Sasha took advantage of the chaos found in Prison Break, since it was a lot better than having nothing by being stubborn. She played it smart, however, that meant Sasha’s manipulative nature and wanting for control became more noticeable and a key to her own survival. And this environment didn’t get any better in spite the fallout of Reunion.

Now take this angry and repressed teenager, who has no clue how to execute her actions in a genuine and authentic manner, and place her into Wartwood.

This is where Ivy Sundew comes in.

Ivy Sundew is not Sprig Plantar by any means; she is a fierce, no-can-do girl who loves adventure, fighting, ambushes, and won’t back down when it comes to being pushed around. Sprig is very emphatic but this makes him easy to push around if you look at him in Sasha’s eyes; we’ve seen him be desperate at times for the affection of people such as Sadie Croaker, and if Sasha ended up with him then the poor boy was gonna get chewed out eventually.

Sasha has the strength, she really has the capability to do amazing things, but the major factor that she needs right now is a careful guide in showing how she could improve as a person, and that means she needs someone who believes in her first and foremost while not taking her shit.

This is why Ivy Sundew could be absolutely crucial to Sasha’s development.

Sasha right now has learned some tips from people such as Toadie when it comes to listening to others, but she needs more than just one person to make lessons about empathy and collaboration stick.

Ivy is not going to take Sasha when she’s pushy, rude, or plain manipulative. She’ll call her out, she’ll mark the boundaries, she won’t let Sasha just foot around her just because she can — and if you think about it, the Sundews have the same attitude too, they’re all fighters who won’t allow themselves to be pushed around by some external force.

And we wouldn’t have known these specific details at all if Ivy on the Run didn’t air.

#amphibia #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #ivy sundew #amphibia analysis #amphibia meta #bork speaks

[pyroclastic727]

If the released titles are accurate, then here are my tentative predictions

Created with the assistance of @toxicpsychox ... let's see how right we are

The New Normal - Anne tells her parents about what happened-- except the big parts of What Happened. She gets into shenanigans on Earth. If we're lucky, she cries and tells her mom something, but most likely she's gonna end up alone in her bed, promising the girls that she's coming to find them. Meanwhile, Sasha and Grime get out. Sasha doesn't go after Marcy yet, because she needs to buy time (and also she still runs from conflicts). She goes to Wartwood. At the end we reveal what Marcy's been doing in the pickle jar.

Hop Til You Drop - Plantars and Anne go to the BIG HUMAN MALL. Sprig likes the escalators. Polly picks fights with kids. Hop Pop fiddles with kitchenware and gets in danger. Introduces our new Monster of the Week: the fuckin spies. except it, like its title, parallels Hopping Mall. So it ends with Anne crying to her mom about how much she misses Marcy--kinda like how Anne cried to Sprig about how much she missed her mom. Hopefully this means she finally tells them that Marcy died.

Turning Point - Since this is paired with HTYD...if HTYD ends with something emotional, then this will likely be a Sasha/Marcy episode. If that's the case, then this could mean either Andrias makes a breakthrough with the Night, or Sasha decides to stop being a bitch. Now, if this isn't a Sasha/Marcy episode, then this is a big episode for Anne. It means she is going to find out something about Earth lore, something that will lead her to the Frobo mechanics and the museum lore. It could be the book that Marcy had, or something else. However, that could also happen in Hop Til You Drop. Final option is that Anne figures out something with her blue powers--though with her compartmentalization issues, I don't think that's likely.

Thai Feud - They are running the Thai restaurant. Definitely Anne POV. They'll either have to compete with a neighboring restaurant, compete with someone, impress someone, or maybe Anne fights with her parents. We'll maybe touch up on Anne's laziness thing. I hope this is deeper than filler but it probably isn't.

Adventures in Catsitting - Sprig, Polly, and Hop Pop are left at home with the cat (while Anne runs the restaurant?). The cat gets out and they chase them around town. The frogs have to avoid the fuckin spies. At the end there's some deep moment because No Filler.

Fight at the Museum - There's lore at the museum! So Anne and the Plantars sneak in. We meet the paleontologist from the title card. She probably knows something about the Amphibia lore. Then, in order to ensure their trust, Team Anne and the paleontologist fight the new Monster of the Week: the fuckin spies.

Temple Frogs - Three options. One, it's a Sasha episode. On Amphibia, Sasha figures out some lore with the temples. She works with the Wartwood frogs. That, or she discovers some dead frog in a temple. Two, it's an Anne episode. Anne finds where Amphibia lore is hidden on Earth. This includes wherever the Calamity Box came from, and the backstory about where the pink frog landed, and whoever brought the Skipman to Amphibia. Three, it's a Wartwood frog pov episode, and we watch Ivy and Maddie and company do shenanigans.

Fixing Frobo - That's pretty straightforward. We meet the most likely canon gay representation and they make Frobo into a hot wheels car.

Anne-Sterminator - Two options. One, the alley robot comes to attack Anne and she realizes that she has an alien invasion problem. Two, the most likely canon gay representation creates a practice robot so Anne can get better at using the powers she's been ignoring.

#amphibia #amphibia predictions #amphibia theory #amphibia analysis #anne boonchuy #.pyro #pyro.txt #amphibia s3 #amphibia s3a

[calamity-unlocked]

Here's the Andrias and Marcy story! (P.S this is unedited for the sake of keeping it to a reasonable length so apologies for any mistakes!)

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Nowadays, the only thing that Marcy hears is the gentle whoosh of her breath rising to the surface.

Or, what she hopes is a surface. She hasn’t opened her eyes in...she doesn’t know.  She’s been drifting in and out of consciousness for much too long, not aware enough to know exactly where she is, but aware enough to know that she’s been here much too long.

It seems like she’s always tired, being left alone with only herself, her thoughts, and the coldness around her. She doesn’t like the times where she’s awake. It hurts.

So she retreats off to whatever escapist fantasy that’s been molded for her needs and sinks back into sleep, over and over. She doesn’t want to know what the tubing around her is attached to. She doesn’t want to wonder why she feels like she’s always being watched. She doesn’t want to think about whether anyone will come back for her, or whether this truly is her final resting place.

If she were in limbo, it’d make sense.

However, on the day that she hears his voice again, it feels more like hell.

The low rumble that announces his presence is unmistakable, even to Marcy’s foggy mind. It’s enough to send a jolt of fear through her spine, and everything becomes so much more sharp as she struggles to remain calm.

The only thing that reassures her is the fact that she can’t hear his footsteps. Or feel the vibrations that come from his gargantuan figure.

So he’s not near her. But she can still hear his voice. Somewhere, off in the distance.

“...I must admit, it’s gotten quite lonely in the castle without you running around.”

Marcy strains to hear him, and then wonders if she should. Why should she?

...Where even is she in the first place? Why is he here?

“The kingdom has been in grief for weeks now. There are flowers and gifts by your statue. Everytime I order someone to take it down, they either refuse or are stopped on the way.”

So she is dead. Figures. It… it makes sense. Considering how sure she was when it happened.

Maybe Sasha was the one to kill Andrias. If only she hadn’t been put into the same place as him.

Or is he still alive, and talking to her from the land of the living somehow? Maybe she’s a ghost. She did ask Anne if there was an afterlife. Apparently this is it. Dim awareness and being trapped with your worst nightmares.

“They really do love you. What a pity. I can’t decide whether I regret… no. You made me do this. All you had to do was go along and obey, and you didn’t. But I still have this. It was a nice try on your part, really, to attempt to prevent the inevitable.”

There’s a quiet sound of something being set onto a platform. Andrias shuffles a bit, and Marcy nearly chokes on the air being forced into her windpipe.

“Speaking of which, it’s funny how time repeats itself. It made me… soft, when you first arrived. You remind me too much of Barrel.”

A dim memory comes to mind, of reading by faint candlelight. Marcy had skimmed her fingers over the ripped up pages of an ancient history textbook, struggling to piece together the story behind a toad with green skin and large horns.

The few sentences she managed to recover she remembers clearly.

“...Barrel the Brave, as he was often called, is discredited with wielding the famous war hammer inscribed with his name. Rather, it belonged to Petunia Plantar, a very good friend of his. Despite her small size, she wielded the hammer with ease, and named it after Barrel because of how his expert craftsmanship contributed to its making.”

“...He was bright and adventurous, just like you, although a bit more solem. I was only the Flipwart champion for all those hundreds of years because he wasn’t around to beat me. He died protecting an entire town from a flock of herons. I was the one who sent them.”

There’s a slight change in Andrias’s voice when he speaks the last sentence, but Marcy thinks she must have been imagining it. And his words only make the awful feeling in her throat thicker.

“He wasn’t as lucky as you. If I had been there, if I knew what I know now… he would have been by my side forever. He could have lived. I would have forgiven him for betraying me.”

There’s a loud swoosh, and Marcy feels the urgent need to curl into herself (she can’t- her muscles feel like they’re made of jelly) as the sound of falling concrete and rubble echoes harshly around whatever space she’s in.

Loud, frantic breathing. The kind spurred by the kind of frustration where you can do nothing but lash out.

“And then Petunia would have come back. Because of course she would, if it were Barrel- and then I could have explained, and they would apologize, and we could have been happy. I was only trying to do what was best for all of us.”

Now, the footsteps begin to draw closer. And for the first time, spurred on by blind panic, Marcy opens her eyes.

She can’t see. Everything is a dark, blurry, watery mess. She blinks, once, twice- twenty times. Maybe more. Eventually her surroundings start to come into focus.

She’s trapped. That’s definitely glass in front of her- and that’s definitely the splitting image of Andrias stomping closer. She fears the worst.

He lowers his head to look directly at her and her wide eyes full of fear, places one giant finger on the glass.

“Oh. So you’re awake.”

She shuts her eyes again. Tries playing dead. Whatever it takes to make him go away.

“How much of that did you hear?”

She doesn’t disclose. He doesn’t deserve to know.

He’s silent for a long moment as she blatantly tries to ignore him. It’s frustrating though, because it feels like all her instincts are wrestling for control at once. She’s bogged down by her own exhausted body and slightly less exhausted mind.

“...Fine then. That’s right. I know that look. Go back to sleep. You’re much more useful to me healing and unconscious than scared and awake. Don’t worry, you won’t have to be afraid in my presence for much longer.”

She can tell Andrias has left even without the obvious sound of him shuffling away, because the light that she can sense behind her eyelids becomes just the tiniest bit more noticeable.

And as she slips back into a heavy sleep, she swears that it’s tinted a radioactive orange.

Holy shit I feel like I was holding my breath the entire time I was reading this. Gods Andrias is such a hatesink - but his backstory is so interesting and I love the parallels between him and his friends and the calamity tro.

Thank you for writing this!!!

#love how you wrote from marcys perspective #the mix of fear and denial worked so well and felt very realistic #amazing work #fave tag #amphibia #fanfiction #answers and such #mothicalspoken #no gambit without sacrifice

[zephwrites]

psst new chapter of Looking Out!

summary: sasha and anne begin the process of processing

And when I asked a corner preacher,

I couldn't hear him for my youth.

Some people get religion.

Some people get the truth.

I never get the truth.

I never get the truth.

Sasha and Anne spent the first couple days after… They had spent the first couple days in Wartwood in Anne’s room in the Plantars’ basement, talking to nobody except each other. Even then, they barely said a word to each other, Anne still not forgiving Sasha for her actions in Newtopia, and Sasha waiting for Anne to bring it up. Still, they just laid together in Anne’s bed with their backs to each other, armor still on and blood…

Sasha and Anne both knew they had blood on themselves, and they both knew Sasha had more from having Marcy on her shoulder. They both knew they smelled, but neither of them did anything about it.

Upstairs, living arrangements were made, the previous couple days were explained and discussed, and preparations were made and gone through with for Marcy’s memorial. She’d had a service, and they buried her in the town cemetery, hiring Loggle to chisel a beautiful headstone. Anne and Sasha hadn’t responded to Polly when she went to get them, so the service went on without them.

On the third morning, Sprig was voted on to get Anne and Sasha. He stopped at the middle of the stairs, seeing them in the position they’d been in for two days. “Hey,” he whispered. They both looked up at him, their eyes puffy. He sighed. “Hop Pop made breakfast. You guys need to eat.”

The breakfast table was crowded but silent when Anne and Sasha finally emerged. Anne slowly lumbered over to an empty chair and sat down, leaving Sasha to survey everyone with slightly squinted eyes. It seemed that everyone was there; Olivia and Yunan, the Plantars (minus Anne), and Grime. She finally decided to take the chair next to Anne, the only empty one, and move it to be next to Grime and away from… everyone.

As everyone took their food and the clinking of dishes filled the room, Anne and Sasha seemed to realize they had no clue what was going on. A couple days ago, the people around them had been fighting each other. Now, when they looked around, they saw Hop Pop share a joke with Grime, who chuckled heartily, Polly and Yunan discussing… violence, and Sprig showing Olivia his dolls action figures. The two girls stared at each other, finding the action easier than it was yesterday. There was one person missing from the bunch, however. One person that had somehow brought them all here, someone that nobody was talking about.

After they had eaten something (Everyone had urged them to each eat at least one pancake), Anne and Sasha were given some clothes from somebody’s trip to the store and were sent to clean up and change. The towels they were given to wipe off with came back with red streaks of dried blood, and were thrown away. They got dressed and left for the town.

As they walked through, they heard whispers of pity, which earned a burning glare from Sasha. Other than that, the walk was silent. They walked shoulder to shoulder, leaning on each other slightly.

Finally, they got to the cemetery and found Marcy’s spot. It was a little taller than the other headstones, but not too much, carved with frogs, toads, newts, and books, and it read, “ Marcy Wu - Remembered by her friends in Wartwood.” It was surrounded by candles, notes, snacks, and other things that Wartwood’s townspeople seemed to think Marcy would like.

They stayed there for a while, maintaining their silence, before Sasha spoke suddenly, breaking her silence for the first time since everything happened. “I hate that I don’t know what she would have wanted. I mean, she probably would have liked being… here… for…” She didn’t know if her voice had cracked and died because she hadn’t used it in a couple days, or if it were… something else.

Anne said nothing, just knelt in the freshly overturned dirt, running her hand over it. Sasha joined her and decided there was more she wanted to say. “Anne, I’m sorry-”

“Stop.”

Sasha startled at the low sound of Anne’s voice. Anne looked at her, a tired look in her eyes. “Don’t.”

Sasha nodded and continued looking at the ground. Anne continued. “What you did doesn’t matter right now, Sasha. It wasn’t good, but what matters is that Marcy’s gone, and we’re never…” her voice trailed off. She paused for a moment and softly cleared her throat. “It’s blown over for now. I know you tried to warn me about Andrias, and now, you know,” she defeatedly gestured to the dirt. Sasha nodded in understanding.

They sat for a while, surveying the gifts that had been left for their friend. Townspeople would later walk by and notice. “There they are,” they would say. “Finally out.”

“What now?” the friends asked each other. Neither of them know the answer. “We’ll figure it out later.” They went home with dirt on their knees and under their fingernails, but it was okay. They’d figure it out later.

#amphibia #amphibia fanfic #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #don’t feel like doing many tags today

[scribles-and-bits]

Ok here me out but, Sonic Underground Amphibia AU. Now, you may be asking, “Zack, what does that mean you absolute wet napkin” and I have answers.

Basically it’s Amphibia, but it’s the Sonic Underground cast, with Sonic as Anne, Sonia as Sasha, and Manic as Marcy. Except in this au the triplets would be humans and get zapped to a strange land called Mobius. I have some ✨ideas✨ in terms of who would be what, although there are some spoilers so I’m putting them below the cut

Sonic as Anne

Obviously we would have to put Sonic in the main character place, he would be a normal teen that gets zapped to Mobius via a strange jewel (aka a chaos emerald) that his brother found in a thrift store. Shortly he first arrives in Mobius, he is found by

Tails as Sprig

The second oldest child of Vanilla, he is Sonics best friend and an all around sweet heart tbh, he has two siblings, including an older sister

Amy as idk just pretend there’s another Plantar Kid

Amy is the (mostly) level headed eldest child of Vanilla, being about the same age as the triplets. (Also disclaimer, Sonamy is not a thing in this au)

And a younger sister

Cream as Polly

Cream is the youngest and only biological child of Vanilla, she’s very sweet and kinda naive sometimes, which is why her siblings have to keep her out of trouble.

Vanilla as Hop Pop

Vanilla is a mother who lives on the outskirts of town with her three children, she’s more than willing to take Sonic in once he’s been proven to not be a threat.

I think that Cosmo should be Ivy Sundew partially because she’s a canonical Tails love interest and partially because I love her, but idk who would be the assorted Wart Wood (I hope I spelled that right) villagers, if you guys have any ideas let me know.

OK SPOILERS for Amphibia season two past this point, and a few for season three, not many though as I probably won’t be getting into season three territory as much.

Sonia as Sasha

Sonia is Sonic’s sister and the oldest of the triplets, she kinda has a bit of a Gifted Kid complex ngl, when she fist showed up in Mobius she joined The Eggman Army through unspecified means (aka I don’t remember how Sasha joined the toads)

Eggman as Grimes

Ok I know what you may be thinking, why isn’t Eggman Andreas? Well I’ll tell you, it’s because I like kinda stupid almost anti-hero Eggman who really isn’t evil and just wants to fight Sonic and helps the gang out sometimes, aka X!Eggman. Eggman is Grimes.

Knuckles as idk imagine that Grimes has like, an apprentice or somethin

Another one where I’m inserting a character into a nonexistent slot, I know this doesn’t really make sense but I want Knuckles to be friends with Sonia and also have something to do with Eggman.

Manic as Marcy

Manic is Sonic’s brother and the youngest of the triplets, he has a bit of a stealing problem, it was never to serious, a swiped pencil or other trinket, but eventually he started mixing in with the wrong crowd in school, this got him into a lot of trouble. After a particularly ambitious “prank” gone wrong, Manic gets picked up by the cops, this leads the triplet’s mother, Aleena, to consider sending him to a boarding school of sorts. Not wanting to be separated from his siblings, Manic runs off and finds a mysterious gem that is rumored to be a gateway to other worlds. He calls his siblings to come and check it out, under the guise that it’s a birthday present, unfortunately, they accidentally activate the gem and end up in Mobius.

He’s also a vocaloid fan, and yknow that scene when Marcy first shows up? When she slides down the rope? Well when Manic does that he’s playing World Is Mine by Hatsune Miku

Manic ends up in a city called Mobotropolis, where he meets the king of Mobius.

This is where it gets a little tricky, because I am not well versed in Sonic villains, and I haven’t played any of the games beside Forces, so if any of you guys think of a better person for Andreas’s role let me know

Infinite as King Andreas

King Infinite is the benevolent king of Mobius, who decides to appoint Manic as his royal advisor, he’s very nice and kind and- haha jk he’s evil. He wants to go to Earth using the power of the Chaos Emeralds and stabs Manic, then possesses him with Phantom Ruby juice or somethin

Vector as Commander Yunan (I hope I spelled that right)

Idk I just think it would be funny

Espio as Lady Olivia

He’s kinda similar to he I guess, I just think it would be funny for Team Chaotix to have an episode with Manic

DISCLAIMER: I KNOW THAT ALOT OF THE FANDOM SHIPS OLIVIA AND YUNAN BUT THATS NOT HAPPENING HERE BECAUSE ESPIO IS A CHILD AND VECTOR IS A WHOLE ADULT, VECPIO SHIPPERS DNI

Also just imagine that Olivia has an assistant or somethin and that’s Charmy

Oh jeez almost forgot, Frobo is Emerl, this is because I grew up on Sonic X and in Sonic X Emerl is a robot that Cream adopts, but has to punt into the ocean because it went haywire, and I think that works for this.

Let me know if you guys have any ideas for this, I would love to hear them!

#sorry this is a mess #I’m not very good at this kinda stuff #also I wrote this down like with no pattern whatsoever #long post #sonic #sonic underground #Amphibia #amphibia spoilers #sonic au #i’m not tagging all the characters

[fan-art-ic]

Don't Stop Here

She's back. Anne is really back on Earth. She can hardly believe it.

(Picks up immediately after the episode ends) (ao3 link in reblog)

Anne can hardly believe it. Cars honked around her and every breath is heavy with unnatural smog. She meets eyes with a human stranger, who lifts a phone very quickly and stares bug-eyed at her. Not at her, no, at her family. She turns to Hop-pop, Sprig, and Polly, all scratched, bruised, tired, afraid, and looking at her with trust in their eyes. Hop-pop croaks and coughs and Anne notices her frog family's skin is graying. She has to get them out of here. Off the hood of the car, over five lanes of traffic, hopped over the guardrail, down the hill, through a sparse copse of trees, to the sidewalk under the bridge and-

"Anne?" A pink hand tugs on her wrist. "Anne, stop. Please." Her feet stumble to a stop and her socked foot lands on something sharp and cutting and she gasps.

"Anne!"

Two sets of hands catch her torso, and she faintly feels a wet touch pulling at her ankle. Her family carefully let her down, so she lands heavily on her butt instead of her nose. Anne's next breath is a punch of air and her lungs brighten with pain as she loses control of her inhales and exhales. Her eyes hurt and burn. When she wipes a dirty hand across her face, she winces as hot tears and snot sting her injuries. A light weight settles onto her back and rubs in a circular motion. Anne clings to the sensation. Between sputtering breaths, she begins to hear. "-in...and out...in...and out," Hop-pop's soothing, raspy voice repeats and then she can hear Sprig humming. It's a song Wally wrote about a silly snail getting lost and he had sung it at her Frog of the Year party. A laugh bubbles up into a sob and Anne reaches out her arms to pull all three of them close.

"I love you guys," she chokes out, and Polly pats her cheek.

"We love you too, Anne," says the polliwog, normally so energetic now wrung out and too bright-eyed. She needs to pull herself together. Anne releases her grip and her family takes a step back. She runs her hands through her hair and shakes her head, dust and dirt and surprisingly long twigs falling to the broken concrete.

"Alright, froggy fam," she begins, "I'm going to take you to meet my human fam." Sprig whoops, but he's clearly flagging.

"Yay!..."

Anne grimaces and looks at Hop-pop. The old, orange frog meets her gaze steadily, but she can tell how much he is missing his cane. "Hop-pop, you got Polly, I got Sprig?" He nods. "Alright. Let's make our way to the highway, follow along till we hit an exit, follow that till we hit town, figure out where we are, call my parents. Sound good?" No one protests and Anne helps Sprig up to her shoulder as Hop-pop collects Polly.

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They're maybe ten minutes into their walk, and every step is a jolt to her nervous system. Her skin feels prickly, her jaw too tight, her muscles ache like never before. The pressure of her Newtopian breastplate, once reassuring, weighs her every step like a lodestone.  The heron-leather straps pinch at the underside of her arms. Sprig's cool, damp skin is refreshing against the back of her neck, but it's not slimy enough and it concerns Anne. She bites her lip and tries to time her steps so that her sneaker hits the rocks and roots, while her socked-foot hits bare earth. She isn't always successful, and everything is starting to throb. Her temples pulse loudly in her head and her knees are weak and her mouth is parched.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Polly..." Hop-pop murmurs behind her. She can't see him, but she hears the dragging footsteps crunch the dry grass and the low comfortings of the grandfather to the polliwog. A stabbing pain shoots through her chest, and Anne forces her legs into a march. Focuses on the act of raising her thigh, swinging her calf forward, shifting her weight, repeat ad infinitum.

In seventh grade health class, there had been only one day dedicated to 'mental health issues' and something mentioned was meditative breathing. In multiple P.E. classes, Anne heard the teachers talk about making sure to breath while exercising. One, two, three. In. One, two, three. Out. Anne can do this.

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The clouds parted a bit as they walked and the sun is nearly blinding Anne, as she squints at the sign. DALY STREET EXIT, it read in giant white text on green. Okay, so now they can get out of the weird in-between highway area they've been hiking. She points at it. "This way."

Something is mumbled behind her back.

"Huh?" She stops to turn and looks at Hop-pop. "What's up?" The elderly frog's face is twisted in a very non-confidence inspiring way.

"Well...Anne, I can't help but notice you don't have your backpack. Or...or your phone. So-" All Anne could hear was a piercing, ringing sound. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

"Right," says Anne, interrupting whatever the old frog had been saying. "Right. I don't have my backpack or phone." She blinks rapidly and Hop-pop's brow furrows deeper grooves. Her fingernails dig grooves of equal depth into her palms. "Okay, so," she claps her hands and ignores Sprig and Polly startle, "we will keep going. We will find someone kind and nice who will be willing to call my parents. End of plan."

"Great plan," Sprig yawns in her ear, and she can't help the yawn in return. It stretches her neck muscles and she yawns again for good measure. Polly yawns, then Hop-pop, then her and Polly at the same time. They all smile and the moment of brevity gets the family going again, the plan -no matter how little Anne believes in it herself- solidly in mind and the goal spurring them on. Not too much further now.

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The sign for 7-11 flickers and there is a closed down Redbox sitting stoutly next to a ash-tray/trash can. The ad in the window advertises Berry Glam Blitz Bomb and a two for four hotdogs sale. Her stomach rumbles.

Her family is crowded together outside the storefront, and Anne doesn't know what to do. She's loathe to leave the Plantars by themselves, but maybe the cashier won't be the most cynical soul in Los Angeles. Then the frogs won't go under the risk of wandering the streets, talking to strangers. She can't bring them in though, what if the employee freaks out (like...any reasonable person confronted by talking frog people would). A clammy, orange hand taps her arm twice. She looks down.

"We'll be okay for five minutes, Anne," reassures Hop-pop. "Hand me Sprig." She doesn't hand him Sprig so much as the pink frog melts off her back and flops down next to his grandfather, but either way transfer successful. Okay now it's just time to interact with a human who isn't one of her two childhood best friends. She can't be totally out of practice right?

Marcy's eyes had been so wide when she died. Her pretty, dark brown eyes glittering from the light of Andrias' sword. From the flashing blue of the portal home. From tears.

Anne swallows roughly and steps toward the entrance. She scolds herself when the self-automated doors startle her, and she glances around the store. Someone tall and bald by the coolers, someone on the phone in the back, besides them and Anne the place is empty. Well, and the cashier. She approaches the register before she can one-eighty out the stupid doors, and she clears her throat. The cashier, a young guy with bright green and black hair and a name tag reading 'Jared', looks up from his phone.

"Hey-o, ready to check out?"

"Um, no actually," Anne starts and stops. What is she supposed to say? "I...dropped my phone and it cracked badly," she lies. "I was supposed to meet up with my mom but I can't get the dang thing to turn on." She laughs, short and high-pitched, rubbing her neck. "Is there like, a store phone I could borrow to call her?"

Jared raises his eyebrows. "No, there isn't a store phone. If you buy something I could exchange dollars for quarters, I think there's a phone booth near here." The lights are buzzing really loudly, Anne notices. She takes a deep breath.

"Sorry, that doesn't work. Could I borrow your phone?" She sees how the older guy assesses her. She sees her dirty torn school skirt, her scorched copper armor, the twigs that she can't stop finding in her hair. "Or could I give you her number? Please, I just want to get back to my mom." Jared's frown softens and his mouth opens to speak, but is cut off by a voice behind Anne.

"Annie Bone-choy?" Her neck complains at the speed she turns to look. The bald person she saw earlier. Face contorted in open surprise, finger pointed in her direction, he says in a nasally SoCal accent, "Your parents have been looking everywhere for you."

"Do I know you?" Anne asks. Bald guy shakes his head. "No. I like your parents restaurant, amazing noodles by the way, and they have your missing posters all over the front. Yours and two other girls."

"I thought you lost your phone and were meeting up with your mom," Jared unhelpful interjects. Anne looks between both of them.

"Can I please use someone's phone to call my mom?" The two adults look at each other.

"Tell me your mom's number," says Jared tentatively. Anne rattles off the ten digit code with ease. She remembers sitting in the kitchen and her mom helping her arrange plastic magnet numbers in the order of her cell phone number. Jared puts the phone on speaker and the dialing tone begins to ring. Once, twice, three times, four...

"Hi! This is Madee Boonchuy. Not here right now, please leave a message!" The messaging system beeps and Anne just shakes her head at Jared. He ends the call.

"Can you please try again?" She pleads. Jared frowns, but does as requested. The dialing rings again. And gets voice-mail, again.

"I could call the restaurant," the bald guy offers. "It's not exactly rush hour but they are open right now, right?" Anne blinks away the stinging in her eyes. She has no idea what time it is, no idea what day or month or even if it's the same year. Who knows how Amphibia time lines up with Earth time?

"Can you? Please?" He nods and pulls out his phone. A minute while he finds the contact, and now for the third time, the phone rings on speaker. Anne knows what they say about third tries, and she crosses her fingers tightly.

"Hello? Delivery or pick-up?" Familiar, accented English, and Anne has to resist falling to the floor.

"Mom," Anne whispers in Thai, and the voice on the line speaks rapidly.

"Anne? Sweetheart? Oh my god, Anne? Anne?"

"It's me Mom. It's Anne," Anne sniffs and hiccups.

Some sharp, unintelligible yelling comes out the receiver, and there is a rustling and slamming sound before Anne's mom replies, "Where are you?"

Anne blue screens for a second. "I'm..." She struggles to remember. "I'm at a 7-11."

"What? Where? What street?"

"Daly Street," Jared pipes up.

"Who is that?" Her mother says sharply.

"That's just the cashier, he was, he was helping me. Well and another guy who comes to the restaurant apparently? I uh, he says he recognized me from my posters, huh, I didn't realize I'd have any," Anne rambles.

"I'm coming to you, Anne," Her mom promises. "I'm going to hug you so much. I'm coming to you. I have to hang up now, to get in the car, but do not go. Please."

"I promise," says Anne, and when her mom ends the call, she starts crying.

.

She exits the 7-11 once she gets the bald guy and Jared to distract each other (i.e. purchasing a bottled soda), and she spots the Plantars immediately. They're on top of a parked USPS truck. When Anne peers around the vehicle to see the other side of the street, she spies the mailman making his way towards the truck. Crap.

"Guys!" She hisses through clenched teeth. She raps her knuckles against the truck's side and hear Polly yelp. "Guys, get off the truck!" A moment later, Hop-pop and Sprig land beside her, Polly in her brother's arms. Anne pulls them over to the Redbox and huddles on the side opposite to the store entrance. She steps in front of them, hoping her body will shield enough of the frogs so nobody looks closer.

"Your mom is gonna be here soon?" Sprig asks. Anne nods.

"Yep, she'll...she'll be here soon." There's no response, and there is a take-a-tab paper taped to the trash can advertising singing lessons, and it's all Anne can do to not remember the time Sasha threw a karaoke party and they all started singing badly and together, and Anne blinks and keeps talking.

"My mom will come, and she's probably in her mini-van, oh man she's gonna tear through like twenty stop signs and scare other drivers so bad," she snorts, "and maybe there'll be a loose water bottle or a chip bag in the car, and oh man, you guys don't know what sour cream and onion chips are I can't wait to show you-"

"Anne," Hop-pop cuts her off. "Don't forget to breathe." She sucks in a deep breath and feels bile creeping up her throat. She tries to swallow but her mouth is so dry it just hurts. She can't imagine how her frog family's is feeling compared to her, they must be feeling so much worse than her, and they haven't said anything yet. Anne exhales forcefully. When a hand squeezes around her own, she squeezes back reassuringly.

They all jump as a dark red mini-van screeches to a halt in front of the 7-11. The driver exits the car, not wasting time to even park, and runs towards them. "Anne!"

"Mom!!!" Anne cries and she takes only a few steps before she's barreled over.

"Anne, oh my god, thank the heavens it's you! Anne, Anne, oh my baby," Anne's mom sobs into her shoulder before pulling back. Anne stares at her mother. Lets her eyes trace the deepened wrinkles, notice the shining, brown eyes the same shade as her own, the beauty mark on her chin. Her mom's glasses are new. Anne can't remember what they'd been, but now her mom wears tortoiseshell frames.

"I like your glasses," is the first thing to tumble out of Anne's mouth, and she nearly slaps herself. Her mom laughs wetly.

"Oh, Anne, oh, I've missed you so much." Her mother folds her back into her arms. Anne hugs back as tightly as she can for a second before her mom stiffens with a surprised grunt. "And you're so much stronger, when did that happen?"

Anne smiles. "I'll tell you about it." She steps back and grabs her mom by the shoulders. They're the same height now. "I'll tell you all about it." And that means... "Mom, let me introduce you to the Plantars," Anne steps to her mom's side and reveals her froggy family.

Her mother gasps and says something in Thai that Anne doesn't know. She would bet it's one of the worse swear words. "I know it's a shock, cuz, well, two foot tall talking frogs," says Anne and motions for the trio to come a bit closer. "But they protected me, fed me, and loved me while I was stranded in their world." Hop-pop shuffles the closes with Sprig and Polly poking their heads out behind him.

Hop-pop extends his hand. "My name is Hopadiah Plantar, it's an honor to meet you Mrs. Boonchuy." Her mom looks down at the wrinkly, orange hand and then back at Anne. She nods encouragingly and her mom steels herself before meeting the hand with her own.

She gingerly shakes it. "Pleasure to meet you...Hopadiah," Anne's mom says his name carefully. "My daughter says you kept her safe?" Hop-pop nods.

"To the best of my ability," and his face gains a wry look and he rubs the back of his neck. "When she and my grandkids weren't off chasing trouble."

Anne's mom smiles tentatively. "I'm sure. Are these your grandkids here?" Sprig comes out behind Hop-pop's back and puts out his hand.

"I'm Sprig Plantar! And this is-" A loud honk interrupts him and everyone in the group startles, moving to look at the source. A silver BMW is stuck behind her mom's mini-van and the one-way street doesn't give any wiggle around room. A shout filters out of the sports car. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Except with a lot more swears. Anne's mom sighs.

"Introductions later, let's get in the car," she instructs and everyone moves.

All the frogs hesitate as they get closer, Sprig even flinching when Anne hauls open the back seat door with a slam. She gestures inside. "C'mon guys, it's just like a wagon," Anne says. Polly hops in first and settles into the closest middle row seat. She bounces a couple times.

"It's comfy," the polliwog reports. The jerk in the BMW honks again, even longer. Sprig and Hop-pop pile in and Anne closes the door behind them. She gets into the passenger seat and the feeling of air conditioning against her skin is like. Magic wind. Super relaxing. Like insane luxury. Oh, Anne missed technology.

"Buckle up." Her mom clicks her seat belt into the lock and starts pulling away immediately. Leaving Anne to explain what 'buckle up' means, and what a seat belt is, and no she doesn't know when they were invented. The questions continue as the mini-van pulls onto the highway, but the group soon quiets down. Anne blinks slowly and looks outside the window. The trees and billboards and other cars pass by her so quickly, so much quicker than Bessie could ever go. A pang strikes her heart as Anne realizes Bessie will be all alone. She hopes the Plantar's family snail is taken care of while they're gone. Anne looks away from the window as nausea grips her throat. She's almost home. She can hold off on falling apart for just a little longer.

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"Anne, honey, are you awake? We're home."

Anne blinks and she squeezes her eyes tight and yawns loudly and long. She hadn't realized she dozed off. "I'm...home." She opens the door and doesn't let her twinging feet deter her from getting a good look at her home. The small bushes that lined the driveway, the slightly dented mailbox, the umbrella her dad always left outside the red door. Anne drinks it all in.

For the past several months she had been in a world with fantastical flora and fauna and shocking experiences every day, but Anne feels dizzy at the sight of her home. Her eyes catch on every detail, the once too-familiar not familiar enough. The bristly door mat; the unpolished brass numbers: 301; the creaky porch step; the small, pink, clay owl figurine Anne had given to her mom for Mother's Day in fifth grade and sat tucked in the corner. Her eyelashes are sticky with tears.

"Your house is SOOOOOOOOO BIG!" Anne snorts and is grateful for Sprig. She turns around to look at the small, pink frog.

"It's pretty nice! I've loved growing up here. Three-oh-one Silver Spring Lane." A gobsmacked look.

"You have springs made of silver?" Sprig's jaw drops. Hop-pop's head pokes out of the van.

"What's this I hear of silver springs?"

Surprisingly, it's Anne's mom who answers. She laughs, and it soothes Anne, before saying, "No, Hopadiah. It's just a nice name for a road." Anne tunes out what Hop-pop replies in favor of turning back to the door.

The metal door handle is hot to touch, searing from the oppressive California heat. She breathes out in a harsh whoosh and forces herself to yank the door open. It slams against the wall and the hinges squeak. Anne hears a sound of protest from her mom, but she can't acknowledge it when there's a bullet of fluff running towards the door.

"DOMINO!" The cat jumps into Anne's arms and she catches her, swinging Domino around and around and gosh, will Anne ever stop crying today? She hides her tears in Domino's soft, white belly, and laughs as the cat wiggles around to climb up her shoulders. Domino wraps around her neck and rubs Anne's check with her cute, little face.

Anne collapses to her knees and she pulls her cat around and holds her so carefully and so, so close. Domino allows this longer than ever before, but soon she does squirm and fall to the carpet on all four feet. She chirps and purrs vacuum-like. Anne's hands move on their own accord, stroking down Domino's back, scratching all her sweet spots, reacquainting herself with her Domino, her beautiful angel baby.

"Anne, could you move your reunion a few feet more into the hallway? So we can come in?" Her mom says, her tone telling Anne she's smiling. Anne kisses her baby's head one more time before standing up and moves to the side. Ugh, her knees hurt from carpet burn. That's one thing she hadn't missed.

"Sprig, Polly, Hop-pop! Remember the killapillar?" Anne scoops up Domino and holds her out. "This is Domino One!" Sprig steps closer, squinting. He pokes at Domino's paw and she mrrps! at him. He flinches back for a second before staring deep into her eyes. Anne watches this stare-off with no small amount of amusement.

Eventually, Sprig asks, "So this Domino won't kill us for dinner?" Anne shakes her head and a leaf drifts from her hair.

"Nope!"

Sprig oh so slowly reaches a finger to Domino's long-haired back. "Oh!" He says, curling his fingers through the fur. "She's even softer than peatmoss."

Polly joins her brother and jumps up and down on her new, little legs. "Let me pet her!" Anne leans back down, but Domino wriggles out her grip and runs down the hallway, disappearing around the kitchen corner. Polly pouts. "Aw! I wanted to touch Domino One."

Anne pats her yellow bow. "Don't worry. There's plenty of time for that later."

"I believe a good use of time right now," Anne's mom says, still lingering in the open door, "would be for you to change out of your dirty clothes. Go take a shower."

Anne stares at her mom stunned. "Oh my god...," she whispers. "I shall finally be clean." Sprig laughs.

"Are there no showers where you come from?" Anne's mom asks Hop-pop as Anne still revels in the very idea of pressurized water.

"I can't say I know what a shower-whatsit is, but we did bathe," Hop-pop says archly, half at Anne's mom and half at her. Her mom nods understandingly. Then frowns.

"Do you have any spare clothes with you?" She asks and all the Plantars go wide-eyed.

"We..." Hop-pop can't finish his sentence hands twisting his ascot. Sprig looks morose and he's holding onto his slingshot tightly. Polly is similar, tugging at her frayed and dirty yellow bow. Anne's heart twinges, and she cuts in.

"We didn't exactly have time to pack our wardrobes when we came, Mom," she says. "I have piggy bank money, we can go shopping guys! You guys have to see the mall. This time, my treat," she tries to cheer up the little frogs.

Sprig and Polly perk up at the mention of visiting the mall, but Hop-pop and her mom both protest at once.

"Anne, that's mighty kind of you, but-"

"Anne, that's very generous, but-"

Both stop and her mom motions for the frog to continue. Hop-pop waits a second more before saying, "Anne, you don't need to spend your savings on us. We can make do if you just show us to a wash bucket and a needle with thread. When these get worn out, we'll cross that river when we come to it." Anne's mom then lays a hand on Hop-pop's shoulder, slightly crouching to reach. Hop-pop nods at her.

Her mom smiles before saying to him, "I can certainly show you the washing machine, but we'll figure out another set of clothes for you." Her gaze casts over Sprig, Polly, and Anne. "For all of you. And Anne," her mom walks up to her and she smiles with glistening eyes, "when did you grow up so much?" She brings Anne into a tight hug before releasing her. And boops her nose. Anne squeals. Her mom smiles. "I will pay for the shopping. Now!" She claps. "Shoes off."

Everyone looked down at their feet and noticed the frogs didn't have any. "Ah well, shoes and...shoe off. Anne, what happened to your shoe?"

Anne waves it off. "Lost it a few months ago." Her mother grumbles and Anne suspects she'll be getting a new pair of sneakers in the near future. Then it occurs to her, "Where's Dad?"

"He had to stay to make sure the delivery went smoothly since Jackson quit and everyone else messes it up," her mom explains while running her hands through Anne's hair.

Anne gasps. "No! Not Jackson."

"Yes, Jackson," replies her mom. Her fingers tug painfully through Anne's hair and come away holding a handful of leaves and twigs. "Is there an entire forest in your head? Now off you go, shower. Get the dirt off," she commands. Anne rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Mom," Anne says in Thai and kisses her cheek. She looks to the Plantars. "You guys okay with my mom showing you around the house? Show you somewhere to sit and some water?"

Hop-pop nods and Polly wiggles. "I have a mighty THIRST," she yells. Anne giggles.

"Well, alright froggy fam. See you on the flip side," and she starts to head up the steps, her fingers trailing the railing, when a cough causes her to pause. She glances back.

"Anne..." Sprig says, "welcome home."

Tears spill over her cheeks and Anne half-falls down the stairs to give him a tight hug. Quickly, other froggy arms surround the two and are joined by a pair of human arms. All together, all safe, all alive. Anne takes a deep breath, and exhales heavily. She's back home.

#amphibia fic #amphibia #anne boonchuy #hopadiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly plantar #mrs. boonchuy #amphibia season three #my writing #if you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this pls consider reblogging

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Carnival of Spores

[Image description: Anonymous said

Fic idea: Sent by Andrias to Earth, Apothecary Gary causes a small bit growing spore zombie outbreak while Anne, the Plantars, and Caroline rush to stop it as each of them gets infected one by one.]

FIRST PROMPT WITH CAROLINE IN IT OKAY BIG MOMENT- But thank you so much for the prompt anon, this was a really clever idea!! I did put a little spin on it, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless!!

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Summary: A strange carnival rolls into town and the gang goes to have a day off, only for them to discover the true nature of the place.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: None

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“Carnival! Carnival! Carnival!”

Anne, Polly, and Sprig chanted excitedly in the back seat as Caroline drove, pumping their fists in the air. Caroline chuckled at their enthusiasm, while Hop Pop seemed a little uneasy.

“I don’t know, Caroline.” He said. “I got a bad feeling about this.”

“Hop Pop, you have a bad feeling about everything.” Caroline replied, glancing at him briefly. “It’s just a carnival; it’ll be fine.” Hop Pop didn’t seem convinced, his brows furrowed in worry as he stared out the window. Caroline picked up on it quick, letting out a small sigh.

“Alright, tell you what;” she said, “first sign of real danger and we’re out of there. Okay?” Hop Pop turned his gaze to her, his expression softening as he nodded. Shortly after, the young woman turned off the street and into the carnival parking lot, finding it was already pretty full.

“Dang, word spreads fast, huh?” Anne commented, looking around at the mass of cars. Murmurs of agreement came from Polly and Sprig, while Hop Pop still looked uneasy.

“I don’t know; maybe we should-” he tried, only for Caroline to put one hand over his mouth.

“Up up up, we’re not backing out.” She told him. After a few minutes of searching, they managed to find a spot and parked, climbing out and making their way to the gate.

“Whoa, this place is huge!” Sprig said in awe, eyes shining as he stared at the carnival before him. It was brightly lit with all different colours, and various exciting rides could be seen around the area.

“Dude, check out that roller coaster!” Anne called, pointing at a tall roller coaster at the other end of the park. This caught Caroline’s attention too, an excited smile forming on her face. Hop Pop, on the other hand, was looking around for signs of anyone else, but found the area they stood in to be empty.

“Place looks a little…deserted, don’t you think?” He commented. “Seems a little suspicious.” Caroline shot an annoyed glare his way, but before she could speak, someone else did.

“Welcome, welcome!” A voice suddenly spoke behind them, startling the group. They all spun around to see a small man standing behind them, being only slightly taller than Hop Pop. However, he was wearing a top hat that made him look twice his height, which was a deep purple colour and matched a nice suit he had on.

“The name’s Larry!” He introduced himself. “I’m the owner of this fine little carnival. It’s a pleasure to have you all here!”

“Oh, thank you!” Caroline spoke up first, relaxing and stepping up to meet him. He had a somewhat unsettling grin as he looked up at the young woman, his head tilting just slightly. Hop Pop felt something gnawing at his mind; a feeling that he knew this man from somewhere.

“Well, aren’t you a lovely young lady!” Larry said, adjusting his hat just slightly. Caroline raised her eyebrows, not expecting such a statement out of nowhere.

“Oh, uh-” she started, only for Hop Pop to step in between the two.

“Don’t even try to make advances on my second adopted granddaughter.” He said sternly. “She’s much too young for you!” The sudden outburst caused Larry’s smile to falter, as well as Caroline to give him a rather confused look.

“Hop Pop, I’m twenty, I can handle myself.” She told him. Hop Pop didn’t budge.

“Nope, no way.” He replied. “We’re leaving right now. Come on, everyone back to the car.” A chorus of protests rang out from Sprig, Polly, and Anne, which led to Caroline finally putting her foot down.

“Okay, that’s it!” She snapped, stepping in front of the old frog. “Hop Pop, you have done nothing but be paranoid and pessimistic, and we haven’t even been here for five whole minutes! You keep acting like every single thing here is out to get us, and even though I’ve lived here for twenty years, you treat me like I’m some helpless little-OW!” Her rant was cut off as she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, turning to see just what had caused it. There, sitting in Larry’s hand, was a small blue beetle with a glowing purple mushroom growing out of its’ head.

“What the- the hell is that?!” Caroline snapped. Hop Pop’s eyes went wide.

“That’s the mind-controlling mushroom from back in Wartwood!” He yelled, pointing at the bug. Now it was Caroline’s turn to panic.

“Mind WHAT?!” She hollered, managing the sentence just before she felt her mind go blank. Her body stumbled for a moment, lurching forward before she regained her footing and straightened up. Her eyes now glowed with an eerie purple light, and the others could see tiny purple mushrooms starting to grow from her head.

“CAROLINE!” The four cried in unison. Larry let out an evil chuckle, drawing their attention to him as he took his hat off to reveal a massive purple mushroom underneath.

“We meet again, old frog!” He announced dramatically. “You thought you could get rid of me, but I’ll always find a way to survive!”

“Oh, that is nasty!” Polly exclaimed, cringing at the sight of the giant mushroom.

“Let Caroline go, you creep!” Anne snapped. Larry turned her gaze on them, grinning madly as his eyes started to glow in the same eerie purple that Caroline’s were.

“On the contrary,” he said, stepping forward, “I think I’ll be keeping her. Just like the rest of the humans I’ve tricked! Assemble, my minions!” At his call, the sound of hundreds of footsteps made their way towards them, revealing an army of mind-controlled humans. All of them with the same purple eyes and small mushrooms growing out of their heads.

“I told you kids we shouldn’t have come here!” Hop Pop shouted.

“Not the time!” All three kids yelled back, shooting him the same annoyed glare. Larry had a malicious grin that was ear-to-ear, and setting the bug on his shoulder, he pointed at Anne and the Plantars.

“Get them!” He commanded. Caroline, being the closest to the group, rushed in and tackled Sprig to the ground. The small frog yelped in alarm as the taller woman pinned him, growling in an almost animalistic manner as a strange purple liquid dripped from her mouth.

“Sprig!” Anne leapt in to save her little brother, charging into Caroline and sending the both of them stumbling. Sprig remained lying on his back for a moment, but when he sat up, his eyes were purple.

“Sprig, no!” Hop Pop cried, but it was no use. The spores had seeped into his brain, rendering him stuck under the mushroom’s mind control.

“Hop Pop, we gotta run!” Polly shouted. Hop Pop looked around at the crowd closing in, seeing Anne still fighting with a mind-controlled Caroline.

“Anne! We need to go!” He hollered. Anne looked up as Hop Pop called her name, though this proved to be her fatal mistake as Caroline seized the opportunity and sunk her teeth into Anne’s arm.

“OW!” Anne screeched at the bite, tearing her arm away and seeing it covered in the same purple gunk. Before she could even try to wipe it away, it seeped into her skin, leaving only the mark of Caroline’s teeth there.

“Oh, this is not gonna end well.” She muttered, her stare going blank before her eyes turned purple.

“NO!” Hop Pop cried out as Anne became a mushroom-zombie, stepping back when she and Caroline both got to their feet and started walking towards him.

“Hop Pop, this would probably be the time to run!” Polly snapped him back to reality, tapping on his forehead. The old frog was quick to turn and run, only to find the exit was blocked by a wall of mind-controlled humans.

“It’s a dead end!” He exclaimed. Larry let out an evil laugh, approaching from behind and cornering the last two Plantars.

“Nowhere to run, Hopediah!” He mocked. “And now, I shall take over this city and rule the human world!” His mad cackle rang throughout the carnival as the mushroom-zombies closed in, leaving Polly and Hop Pop with nowhere to run.

“This is it.” Hop Pop muttered gravely. “This is the end.” The world around him soon became nothing but a glowing purple haze, the groans and mad laughter of Larry blending together until all fell silent.

——

GASP!

Hop Pop snapped upright in bed, a cold sweat on his forehead as he gasped for air. He looked around in a panic, taking a moment to get his bearings before he realized he was in the spare bedroom at Caroline’s house.

“It was just a dream.” He panted, a wave of relief washing over him. “Oh, it was all just a horrible dream.”

“Hey, Hop Pop!” Caroline’s voice suddenly called from downstairs. “We got tickets to an exclusive carnival! Do you want to come?”

Hop Pop froze, his left eye twitching before he screamed.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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