#did I make Marcy playlist

[romanarose]

Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

A/N: Commission done for @minigirl87 thank you SOOOOOOO much for your patience!!! Next time I do commissions i need to not do them right before moving. Left me quite behind. Anyway appreciate you so much!

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room. 

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone. 

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’ 

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck. 

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he  squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o. 

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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We love a reader who can take care of an anxious baby <3

Thank you so much for reading!!!! This is my first marc, or any moon knight in a few months. I MISSED HIIIIIIMMMMMMMM

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[bellaxgiornata]

Do you have any tips for people who really enjoy writing fanfiction but struggle to actually get themselves to write it? Like I love writing specific scenarios in my head (mainly because that’s what I really want to read but no one else has written that yet) but I struggle to actually just get the motivation to do it, so my ideas just stay in my brain as a “I want to write this” and then the interest dies off and it never gets written.

I completely understand this feeling so much. Before I started writing in the Daredevil fandom I often just daydreamed in-depth scenarios in my head. I usually wanted to write them into stories but then I just...never did it. Even though I have been writing different fanfics in different fandoms for a really long time, I more often than not just created up scenarios that lived in my head and then that was it because I never wrote them down. So nothing ever came of them and I was never able to share them with anyone. I could have written so many more things if I'd just sat down and tried.

(As always, I'm long winded so more below the cut 😅)

In all honesty when this happens, I think the best thing to do is just that. Just sit down in front of a blank document and free write whatever comes to you. Take the pressure off of yourself first and foremost, though--you don't have to share whatever comes out with anyone. Don't tell yourself that it has to be good, either. Have literally zero expectations for whatever ends up on the page. More often than not, that really helps the words start to flow. When you sit there and nitpick how you're starting a sentence or a scene or a word choice, that's when you start second guessing everything and that can often lead to thoughts like "I can't do this" or "no one will read this" or the classic "I suck at this" (which I still hear in my head some days). Ignore all that bullshit and just focus on whatever it is that's in your head--a conversation between some characters, maybe an entire scene you've had playing out in your mind, a fight scene, or whatever it is that you're currently excited about. Just sit down and try to get it out with no expectations. Because you can absolutely always come back to it and edit it up how you want after the fact and make it into a story or a one shot or whatever if you want, but the hardest part is just getting something out on a page.

But truthfully, the only way to write something is to make yourself sit down and do it. I don't know of any other tips to give besides that. Sure, you can make a playlist or a mood board for the vibe of a story or a character. You can make outlines of what you're seeing in your head that'll give you bullet points of what you picture happening. But really you just have to get excited enough about whatever it is that's on your mind and write it. And I think that's part of the beauty of writing fanfic when you do share it and people interact with it. The commentary and interaction from readers is what helps keep the excitement for a story alive for the writer, which then gives us that necessary motivation to keep coming back to work on a story. Because any writer will tell you that sitting down and getting the words out is hard. Some days it sucks and you have to slog through it to keep going, but that's just a part of the process. Over time it becomes a habit, though.

Hopefully any of that somewhat helped, but unfortunately there isn't some magic answer to make it easier to get started. Having other writers to talk to about your ideas really helps, too. Or just someone to talk with/at about whatever is on your mind. Breaking an entire fic idea into chunks chapter by chapter helps if you're making a big story, but just picking a starting point and writing it is your best bet. I actually first wrote the entirety of Marci and Fog's wedding for FFTD and then worked my way backwards afterwards to start that huge ass series. It all started with those two installments and the idea/scene in my head that I didn't get to until "The Breaking Point" far later. So you can absolutely just start with an idea and expand on it. But unfortunately, you kind of just have to force yourself to start somewhere 😅

#bella answers #writing fanfic #you kind of just have to force yourself to do it #i wish there was a magic solution for creating motivation though #because id be all over that

[creampuffqueen]

Amphibia Band AU Playlists

remember that poll i posted five million years ago about my amphibia playlists? no? well i finally remembered i did that, so here are the playlists, as well as some details about the band AU!

this is the entire 'discography' of the band, from all the albums they made.

this is the first album the girls made - Heartstomper! in the AU, Sasha, Anne and Marcy created a garage band called Sasha and The Sharps and played together often. eventually they were discovered and offered a record label, with Andrias Leviathan as their manager. Heartstomper was a rousing success, but unfortunately at this point the girls' relationship is pretty toxic. Sasha is very controlling, and writes most the songs herself, not letting Anne and Marcy have much input. this leads to the girls deciding to split after the end of the Heartstomper tour.

Sasha decided to go solo, splitting off from Andrias's management and writing her own album all by herself. this album is by far the longest, as Sasha became a little obsessed with the breakdown of her relationship with her friends, and spent a lot of time writing about it. at first many of the songs are very angry, but eventually she begins to realize she was also at fault for the breakup, and the later songs reflect this new understanding. the end of the album is almost an olive branch extended out to Anne and Marcy, asking for their forgiveness.

Anne and Marcy stayed signed with Andrias, becoming just The Sharps (as there was no longer a Sasha involved). with more creative freedom than Sasha used to allow them, they had a lot of fun writing the first half of this album. it has a very different sound to their previous album, with more folk music vibes. however, halfway through writing, Sasha dropped her solo album. the girls picked up on what Sasha was trying to say, but Anne was having none of it. the final half of the album is almost entirely written by Anne, and they are a lot more angry sounding. although Sasha was ready to try and repair things, Anne certainly was not. it ended up being Marcy who got them talking to one another again, after the end of the Curses tour.

after the girls joined together again, they decided to rebrand as The Calamity Trio. they also broke off from Andrias, realizing he was a terrible manager who was only in it for the money. the girls all had equal parts in writing this album, though Marcy's songs are especially prominent. with their rejoining, there are also some feelings being kindled between the three of them. however, all three are too nervous to say anything, worried about the tentative peace of their relationship. this album is an amazing success, and the newly reformed Calamity Trio is more popular than ever.

as they begin to write their fourth album, the girls finally admit their feelings to each other! (this one is my personal favorite). the songs are all about their feelings for each other, and how each of them is navigating this new relationship. at this point they are not publicly dating, but the sheer amount of pining in these songs makes a lot of fans speculate.

this album has a pretty specific theme; it's advertised as a 'blast from the past', with lots of songs in that more rock style than their past album. they also sing a lot about their pasts and their struggles, helping each girl personally make peace with themselves. now that they're older, they're able to look back on their past experiences more objectively, which makes for an incredible album. after this release, the Calamity Trio publicly come out as being in a relationship together!

i am super proud of these albums, and i've put a whole lot of effort into putting them together. i'd love if y'all would give some of them a listen! as well, i have extra details about almost all the songs, like which girl 'wrote' it, how the lyrics relate, etc. please feel free to send me some asks about the albums and songs, or just the AU as a whole! there's tons more i have to say, but i'm trying to keep this post relatively short.

but there you have it; the Amphibia Band AU! six albums altogether, as well as a massive playlist containing all of the songs for a very fun listening experience. seriously, this is my go-to roadtrip playlist; there's so many awesome songs to scream in the car! i'm also in the very very very beginning stages of yet another album, and if/when i finish that, i will post it here.

reblogs appreciated!

#amphibia #sashannarcy #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #amphibia au #amphibia band au #calamity trio #Spotify

[tav-marcio-leles]

Get to know my tav~

Name: Marcio Leles Pronouns: he/him Age: 27 Race: Mephistopheles Tielfling Origin: Acolyte Alignment: Neutral Good Class: Life Cleric God: Ilmater Lover: Gale Besties: Lae'zel, Karlach

(ref to be updated; boy got a haircut)

More Info (will contain spoilers ) Page consistently updates

WARNING: this is a long post; the most important info is at the top and becomes less important the farther you scroll

💙 Music Playlist 💙

STATS:  Lvl 10 AC: 21 HP: 63 💙 STR: 17 DEX: 10 CON: 13 INT: 8 WIS: 18 CHA: 12 💙 Proficiencies: History, Religion, Insight, Medicine 💙 Height: just a bit taller than Gale Sexuality: gay 💙 Nicknames:

"our esteemed leader" - the party when they want to tease him

"Marcy" - only Gale is allowed to use this in lovey-dovey moments (and probably Marcio's mother, because no one is allowed to correct her on that matter)

Backstory:

Grew up in Baldur's Gate with his mother & father, his uncles & aunts, and a band of cousins—all of various ages. Always struggling to stay afloat, the adults in Marcio's life were usually away to make ends meet. The eldest cousins would watch the youngest cousins, and eventually, they went out on "scavenge nights"—dumpster diving, pick pocketing, exploring abandoned areas, etc. Without each other, they wouldn't have survived. As Marcio entered adulthood, he became a sort of guardian for his younger cousins—the one that could get you out of trouble due to his good reputation. But one night, the Flaming Fist took things a bit too far. Marcio walked out to see a guard off his post publicly beating a much younger cousin that had got caught pick pocketing. As a tiefling, this treatment wasn't too unfamiliar to him; however, this was the first time he'd seen it taken out on a child—a family member, no less. Marcio beat the guard within an inch of his life. Pity was taken on Marcio, as the guard was off his post. The acolytes of Ilmater took interest in his actions, offering to keep an eye on him and put him to work for the city within the church. He obliged, knowing he could help his family more within their congregation. Luckily, he did find his purpose within Ilmater's teachings.

He embodies the spirit of “I can fix him” but it’s with almost everyone he meets. I solidified this backstory right before entering Act 3 so that I would have more solid character motivations. I had no clue there was actually a temple to the Ilmater here. Turns out, The only major temple near Baldur’s Gate for the Ilmater is the Open Hand Temple. He would have been sent here, and he would have been mentored under Father Lorgan, at least for a few years before becoming a full-fledged cleric.

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Steal His Looks

Act 1)

Act 2)

Rivington (Start)

After Open Hand Temple murders - CURRENT)

He did not take Father Lorgan's death well, so he cut his hair as a result of the overwhelming grief on top of the stress of other crazy events (like helping Wyll break his pact—possibly sentencing his father to death—and the risk of having an imposter in the party).

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Family:

Of Importance (family tree in the works): Jeshka (mother) & Abel (father) Leles Tullio & Yugo Leles (other cousins) Yarrow & Tivo (younger cousin) Saturn (youngest aunt)

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[sansblues2]

Hello, I'm back! with a new drawing this one I actually based on a song that I heard on the Toffee's playlist made by @sageoftheuniverse, the song is "The queen and the soldier" by Suzanne Vega. It is a good song if not a little confusing( until now I didn't get the idea behind it). But you must be asking " what this song has to do with Toffee and Comet?" and the answer is: I have no idea. I don't know why but the first I heard this song it really felt like she was talking about them like it is some old story being told by someone he knows to somebody else. In my idea, Comet is the queen(of course) and Toffee is the soldier, and going by the fanfic this would be the moment Comet goes to encounter them on the fateful day she died. I have a theory that they started just talking normally, but then Comet said something Toffee didn't like and they end up killing her. I say that because there was one chapter where Marcie is talking to Eclipsa and she tells her about what Toffee did to Moon's mom and Eclipsa replies by saying that that didn't seem like something they would do. Either way, it's just a theory. And if you still remember the wings I drew some time ago, it was for this drawing. I'm not sure if we know what Comet's wings look like, we didn't see it in the series but we do have a book that could contain this information, I say "it could" because I don't have the book, and I don't have any way to get it either. I searched for them but I only found some fanarts of them, so I made my own. I like their design, but I can't tell if they look like something we would see in the show, but at least I can say I nailed it when it comes to how difficult it is to draw them. To finish it, I just want to say how much I love the idea of Comet having a dark side or at least some well-hidden secret. From all the butterflies she was always the one who intrigued me most, not just because of the more obvious stuff, like the fact she was one of the only queens to want to make peace with the monsters, or just the fact that she is Moon's mom, or that she was linked to Toffee, but I always found strange that her cheek marks were in the format of a butterfly. I know it doesn't seem that strange, after all, we have a butterfly with pink bunnies as cheek marks, but I always found it weird that from all the formats they could come up with they choose a butterfly. It is told that she likes to bake, why don't her cheek marks represents something related to it, like a cupcake? But I digress, overall the reason why I like this idea is that from all the butterflies, she seems to be the most innocent, kind, and loveable of them all, and discovering that she may not be what she seems, is very engaging. Besides the knowledge that it will probably have an instant in the future where Moon will be confronted by this idea makes me want to continue reading the story just to look out for this moment( not that I'm not already going to continue reading this story anyway, but it is a plus). That's it, hope you have liked the drawing, see you in the next one. Bye s2.

#toffee #Comet #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #samatfoe #drawing #fanart

[alicornairport]

So now that Amphibia's ended, I wanted to make these posts with my playlists for each character. Just cause I always wanted to do this and we all need something that isn't directly related to the finale :p (and by "all" I mean me)

so. very long post.

Anne

vylet pony - we worked so hard to leave and now all i want is to go back

This is an instrumental, but it starts off the playlist because it perfectly captures the feeling in its title---in a style that to me is 1000% Amphibia vibes (or Vylet's style, if you've heard the rest of her music :p )---and I think that feeling (and title) is perfect for Anne: as she leaves the valley with the Plantars, as she comes to earth in S3a, as she decides to cut off her toxic friendship with Sasha, and as she finally leaves Amphibia in The Hardest Thing. It just makes me feel so much...

Phoebe Bridgers - Garden Song

I mean...

I grew up here, 'til it all went up in flames except the notches in the door frame I don't know when you got taller

I mean...

And when I grow up, I'm gonna look up From my phone and see my life And it's gonna be just like my recurring dream

I don't know how, but I'm taller It must be something in the water Everything's growing in our garden You don't have to know that it's haunted

anyway.

Esperanza Spalding - Unconditional Love

Even just from the title and heartfelt melody, this song is completely Anne, but what made me put it in the playlist is the chorus:

We could change the whole story of love Same old play I’m getting tired of No more acting these predictable roles Just us living unconditional love

This, to me, encapsulates why Anne's Heart. She has hope for people. For her friends. She cares about them, not the material benefits of their friendship (Sasha protecting her, Marcy doing their homework, etc.). It's her plea to both of them; it's why they can grow their own lives and friend groups in the timeskip and still love each other more than anything---why they still get together for every birthday.

Esperanza Spalding - Really Very Small

Another instrumental; this is here based completely on vibes. It makes my heart ache with how beautiful it is and I feel like it communicates how Anne sees herself and what she can be and do (at least S1 Anne).

Adam Neely × Ben Levin - Truck

From their made-in-24-hours album, Beautiful And Tragic, Truck is technically about how empty the pursuit of profit is and how capitalism kills empathy (and other things you'd expect from two 30-something music teachers from Brooklyn), but apart from the fact that Anne's both brown and a biologist and therefore hates capitalism (source: me and every other non-white biologist and biology student I know), it's here mostly due to this:

Tipsy truck outline Through the dust we drive Now behind, that’s life People roam, people die...

Sour patch gas stop Filling up, getting lost Scary pump Lost some Still we ridе Still we run

It gives me S2a road trip vibes, creepy atmosphere and all, but I also see it as a metaphor for Anne's mindset leading up to True Colors, especially regarding Sasha---and her mindset at the end of that episode, with all the repressing she did about both Marcy's death and her betrayal: keep moving and then it's okay if you "lose some" (some battles, some friends, some trust). Just run.

Porter Robinson - Something Comforting

She needs a week-long hug, okay?

Also, I put this here while I was still in shock over True Colors, but already watching S3a, and seeing Anne beat herself up over trusting both Marcy and Sasha and then over not trusting them or feeling she wasn't there for them made me think of this:

'Cause getting made you want more And hoping made you hurt more Oh, there must be Something wrong with me [...] Someone tell me Something comforting

; ~ ;

Boy Harsher - Tower

Boy Harsher makes horrorcore synthwave and I love them. They also made this (which is horrorcore synthwave, and heart-squeezingly perfect for Reunion). It's in Sasha's playlist too, but it's in Anne's because of this:

And are you honest? And are you free? [...] And can I believe you? Do I even know how?

(which is like 50% of the lyrics, btw). I think it's mostly self-explanatory, especially with Anne's realization of how toxic their friendship was finally bubbling over in the duel.

Pom Pom Squad - Lux

You can take my peace Leave me rotting like the leaves But I won't ever let you say You cared about me

so.

I let myself get drunk on the idea That you loved mе 'Cause in here I'm suffocating But out thеre I feel so small What a wonder to be anything at all

uh.

When I hear your pretty words I should be listening to the sound Of my feet against the ground In the opposite direction

...how hard y'all cry after Reunion?

Billie Eilish - ilomilo

So, if any of y'all don't know (I didn't before I looked up this song to listen to when it came out), Ilomilo was a Windows Phone puzzle game about braving danger in a strange land to reunite with your friend.

The only way to lose is to stay apart.

Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside? Remember not to get too close to stars

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So show me the way home I can't lose another life

I tried not to upset you Let you rescue me the day I met you I just wanted to protect you But now I'll never get to

King Princess - Make My Bed

Anne, in her room, after True Colors.

Eighteen years I've spent

Waiting for this

Now my mother's home

My sister sleeps

And I'm awake

Making my bed

And our hearts break

'Cause I got lost

I'm awake

Making my bed

I'm posting the lyrics here but you really need to listen to it.

Tasha - Would You Mind Please Pulling Me Close

This is my "nostalgic crying over a fictional character's memories" song for Anne. It also fits The Hardest Thing (pre-timeskip) way too well and I hate that.

Summers hardly feel like summer anymore I can't seem to lift myself up off the floor Please sing to me our old familiar tune Remind me what I've got left to come back to We've less and less and less and less to come back to I'll hold on tight to every last one of you

I'm fine today I'll be fine again I'm fine today I'll be fine again

It's not that I miss home I just miss not feeling so alone I know my aching shows Would you mind please pulling me close?

Pom Pom Squad - This Couldn't Happen

Anne's time in Amphibia is a series of parallels and recurring feelings. Twice betrayed, twice back home, twice forgiven... and well:

Again, this couldn't happen again Again, this couldn't happen again Again, this couldn't happen again

Billie Eilish - my future

But I, I'm in love (Love, love, love, love) With my future And you don't know her (Ooh) And I, I'm in love (Love, love) But not with anybody here I'll see you in a couple years

I'll be crying in the corner until you scroll down to the next one.

Childish Gambino - Stand Tall

A positive song‽ In this (unintentional) angst playlist‽

The Boonchuys make me happy and Anne's relationship with her parents is "unidentifiable squeaking noises from the back of my throat" sweet and I feel like this fits them so well...

I listened to what my father said:

Keep all your dreams, keep standing tall If you walk strong, you cannot fall There is a voice inside us all, so smile when you can... (when you can)

We may cry alone, I feel we know where all of this is headed But my mama said:

I can definitely imagine Bee and Oum giving Anne a collaborative speech that goes exactly like this. I have imagined it. I love them sm.

TV-MA - i want it to hurt

Despite the title, I think this song is super hopeful and it's exactly why Anne was the one person to ever use the gems for good. Why she's more of a fighter than anyone else, despite fighting being her last resort. It's compassion and self-love and the search for meaning

When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map...

I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt bad. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends

I want to hope again And I want it to hurt Because that means it meant something It means I am something pretty amazing to be something, at least…

It's also perfectly fitting for her conversation with the Calamity Deity (maybe because the lyrics come from another climactic conversation with a cat deity where a protagonist whose starting philosophy can be boiled down to "what's the point in trying"/"always take the easy out" says no to what said deity wants her to do).

​​half•alive - RUNAWAY (the orchestral version :p)

I swear I put this in the playlist before S3b. But. But. This is it. It's Anne's journey. It's her and what she learns and the entire point of the show and it's prolly the most hopeful and happiest song in the entire playlist but it's still the one that makes me cry the most.

From where we started and immaculate S1 Anne vibes:

I've been searching, nothing’s working I've been tripping, no one's perfect Chasing vision, just the surface Shirt’s on backwards, not on purpose

To changing and growing and becoming more completely a creature of the Heart:

Something's working, heart is turning Vision’s clearing, still I’m learning That what I am, what I am, what I am, what I am Is something more than I can plan

Go, tell me now I don't need to run away

I’ve been standing on a stage with just a mirror, forced to face who I've become Searching for a new escape, I scan the exits that embrace an easy out

To the realization:

I hold my life out in front of me, dreams of who I wanna be I'm seeing every empty page But I find that everything I am is everything I should be... and I don't need to run away

Who are you?

"I'm Anne Boonchuy."

#i wrote this all in one go lol #in case you couldn't tell by how rambly it is... #the time I spent on this was #painting: 20 minutes #writing the playlist breakdown: like 2 hours lol #there are more songs in the playlist but this is already so long #i'm gonna do the marcy and sasha and sprig ones and then maybe i'll do more with the other songs if ppl want me to idk #me talking about media #music #art #amphibia #amphibia s3 #anne boonchuy #analysis #? #just cause it's me there's implied #sashannarcy #and #sashanne #playlist #song recs #fanart #artists on tumblr

[darkscrossfire]

Whisper of an angel

♰ Part Three ♰

Pairing: Darkiplier x Female Reader

Summary: Every single night for as long as you can remember, you’ve slept undisturbed. You’ve dreamt dreams that were anything but out of the ordinary, until one night, a strange shadowed figure starts to visit you in your dreams. You doubt that he’s real, but as time progressed, it becomes hard to deny that this obsessive man is anything but a figure in your dreams.

Warning: None for this chapter

Note: Hey everyone! I’ve created a playlist for this series which you can find in the series masterlist on my page. If you’d like to suggest songs, please go ahead! Also this is not the final chapter!

Someone’s watching me.

He’s watching me.

I still don’t know his name, but he’s been the only thing that’s on my mind since I woke up this morning. The moment I awoke, I found myself immediately sitting up, wide awake as if I had never fallen sleep in the first place. I could not help but stare at my wall across the room, my heart still pounding in my chest.

It still doesn’t make sense how someone from my dreams could be watching me. He’s a creation of my own imagination. Have I really come to the point of hallucinating voices in my waking life of a man who doesn’t even exist, made solely of my own internally wants?

Sheesh.

I really need to get laid.

I found it ridiculous and terribly unfortunate that the first man to give me real butterflies came from a dream. My brain must have decided that no one in the real world was good enough for me and decided to create this imaginary aberration covered gentleman with looks that most would find a little unnerving but I find myself drawn to. Am I losing my sanity? I knew this day would come.

Since he’s my imagination, I need to think of a name for him. Something that really suits that mysterious exterior he seems to portray. Something that will really give off that haunting yet so incredibly attractive display he has. Something like..

Mark.

Nah.

How about David?

Nope.

Michael?

Not at all.

Carl?

Hell no.

I can’t seem to think of-

“Dude, you’re like totally drifting off again.”

I’ll come back to that thought later.

I turned to look towards Marcy, where she was seated on the other end of the couch inside of her apartment, where we were. She was leaned against her arm, one of her eyebrows raised in a mix of annoyance and confusion. I realized now that she had been saying something to me, but I had been in my own little world, trying to think of a name for the mystery man in my head.

I raised my eyebrows in puzzlement. “Oh- what? Sorry, yeah. What were you saying?”

She chortled and shook her head. “I don’t even care about that anymore. I just wanna know what you were thinking about.”

Ah shit, how am I supposed to explain this to her without sounding like i’m losing my marbles?

Hey Marcy, oh you know, just thinking about this guy that was from my super real dream last night that left a really bad imprint on me so now I keep thinking about this imaginary guy from my dreams like a love struck twelve year old girl who just discovered that boy bands exist. I’m also trying to think of a name for him so that I can think about him all the time even though he doesn’t exist and I think a screw just fell out my brain.

“Nothing.” I spoke, shrugging.

She scoffed. “Oh really? I was speaking to you like full on and you were just staring at the wall with this little twinkle in your eye. What? Did you meet a someone? Was it a guy?” She smirked.

I shrugged again, “Something like that.”

Her face fell. She seemed shocked that I had actually found someone that I seemed to like. The way she quickly sat up straight and faced me head on made it seem like it was some kind of historical event. I didn’t think it was such a big deal until I realized that I had basically rejected every single guy i’d been on a date with until now, always finding something that put me off with them. To Marcy, it was like the tides were turning.

“No ways. You’re bein’ serious right now? Is he cute? Was he nice? Please say he didn’t smell bad or say you looked like his mom or something like that.” She queried.

I chuckled. “No, no. He’s not like that, not that I know of. I don’t really know him well enough.”

“Ohh, so you just sorta met him but he was like super intriguing?” She asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

She smiled. “Did you guys meet at the store or something? Did you touch the same melon and you made awkwardly cute little eye contact before offering to let the other take it but it ended up making an awkward but adorable chain of ‘No, it’s okay, you can take it’s to which one of you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself and then said you’d see each other around whilst secretly really hoping that you will?”

She’s seen way too many romance movies.

I hesitated. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

She raised a teasing brow. “Was he the man of your dreams?”

“Uh, yeah.” Cough.

She grinned. “You have to find him again, then you have to tell me all about him.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I will. I’m not sure if i’ll see him again though. I think it was a one time thing.” I frowned.

Marcys expression mirrored mine. “It’s always the good ones.”

For the rest of the time that we hung out, I found myself simultaneously watching a movie and listening out for that little voice that called out to me yesterday. I wanted so badly to hear him again. This stranger with a voice of silk. I found it quite pitying that I found myself so enamored with a man who didn’t even exist. This was the least bored I had been in a very long time, so might as well play around with this.

I felt bad for somewhat lying to Marcy. If I told her how we’d actually met, she’d probably tell me to see a therapist.

After I left Marcys house, I decided to walk home. That’s how I heard him the first time. If I do what I did the first time, hopefully he’ll show again. It seems strange that the first time I heard him, I was terrified. I ran all the way come cause I thought someone was going to hurt me, but now I find myself searching for this voice, trying to find it instead of running away from it.

I stepped through the damp aired street, my eyes darting around as if trying to see if I’d spot him in the real world. All I could see were the usual strangers standing about, some talking amongst each other, some standing alone, some walking. I frowned, not catching sight of the stranger from my dream. I realized it was ridiculous to think I would see him here. He’s not real.

I swallowed a lump in my throat. How pathetic was this? Yearning for a man who I created out of my own self deprivation of love. I’ve heard people say that you’ll do crazy things for love, but I didn’t think that hallucinations would be one of them. This was probably a sign from the universe to stop being so goddamn picky and just choose someone already. I mean looking like someone’s mother couldn’t be the worst thing?

I stopped my frantic searching and decided to continue my path home just staring toward, ignoring the possibility that I thought he might be out on my path. I brushed away my foolish thoughts, though there was a pained ache in my chest. It really felt as though I was losing my sanity. Does loneliness bring everyone to this?

I arrived to my front door, pulling out my key and placing it in the keyhole, twisting it with a click. As I placed my hand on my doors handle, I heard the whisper of a voice brush past me and a chill surge through my body. I turned my head around quickly, trying to see if was him. The hopeful pull in my stomach made me snap out of my thoughts. I’m being stupid again, it’s just the wind. Just stop.

I entered my house and closed the door, locking it. I threw my keys onto the table and smiled at the sight of Foxy jumping onto the counter, his dark fur brushing up against my arm. I reached over and ran my fingers over his back, letting him do his little shiver as I trailed over his spine. I gave him a small smile, tilting my head to the side.

“Hey, fox.” I said quietly.

He purred.

I sighed quietly, stepping away to move over to my living room. The house was dark and quiet. I frowned, scanning the my dreary apartment which seemed to match my mood. I wished I would hear one little whisper, but nothing. There was just the sound of the city from outside, filling the empty noise in the apartment.

I sat down on my couch, placing my knees on my elbows as I stared out towards the city. I let my arms slide over my legs as I leaned back and let myself rest against the back of the couch. My feet were tucked under the small brown coffee table before me, where I could see Foxy slither and pounce onto it, circling around for a moment before taking a seat.

I looked over at him as he stared at me with his big dark eyes. His little paws were placed before him and I couldn’t help but wish I could be in his place. I doubt he’s ever dreamt of a mystery man who happens to be the best guy he’s ever met even though he might not be all that great due to unending loneliness that purges his existence and makes life a bit more exhausting.

“Am I losing my mind?” I asked him.

He just stared.

I let my head rest against the couch again. “If you could talk, you’d probably have said yes. I wouldn’t judge you. I probably am.” I raised a brow in thought. “It’s ridiculous isn’t it? Finding the first guy I actually like and he doesn’t even exist. It has to be some kind of a sick joke from the universe. It’s like they’re dangling him in front of my face going ‘Uh uh, you can look but you can’t have.’ Like it’s amusing or something.”

I looked through my windows to the the rest of the buildings, some of the windows were illuminated by light within the room they held and some were dark, just like mine. I wondered how many of the occupants in those rooms had found their true partners, someone they can truly love and cherish who also loves them the same. I wondered how many of them were in love right now with someone they couldn’t have.

I looked over at Foxy. “I really wish you could talk. I really need some advice right now. Would it be wrong to settle for less? Maybe it’ll cure my insanity.”

I stood up from the couch, moving over to the cupboard to pull out a nearly empty bag of cat food, which I opened and used to fill Foxy’s food bowl, before tossing away the bag. I refilled his water bowl, being careful not to spill it. I watched as he trotted over and began eating from the bowl, his little mouth munching at the different colored brown bits like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

I chortled. “I wish I could eat like that and not have to worry about how I look.”

My eyes felt heavy, the day beginning to really catch up to me. I let out a yawn and turned away from Foxy, heading to my bedroom where I changed into my sleep wear and tucked myself into bed. Letting my eyes linger outside the window into the night sky for a moment before I let them close and let my head come to a rest.

I found myself internally wishing that I would fall asleep and wake up in the void again. That I would fall into my own little dream land with this mysterious man who seemed to plague my thoughts. I found myself trying to make myself purposefully dream of it, imagining what I had seen the last time.

I imagined the way it felt when I woke up, the way it felt like that first cold breeze came over me, the way it felt when he provided me with that warmth that made my chest tingle. The way I felt when I first saw him, how his appearance made me stare in intrigue. The way it felt he brushed his fingers through my hair.

I wanted it all again.

I wanted to see him again.

The night was quiet, there were no whispers of my name or of anything. There was no words spoken out of the darkness. I did not feel that shiver of cold and I did not feel myself become wrapped in warmth. I slept the rest of the night dreamless. I did not see him again, and instead saw my sleep to be quiet and dull.

I found myself awakening the next morning in disappointment, letting this be a sign of my absurdity.

Tag list:

@espresshadow

@mysticalfunmiracle

@thatsolarflare

#darkiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader #dark!markiplier #dark!darkiplier #markiplier imagines #darkiplier imagines

[clonesupport]

ok i gave in

she now has a name, marceline🥴definitely not inspired by adventure time what are you talking about i totally haven’t been saving this name for the perfect oc what???—-

she’s a rockstar🥴 lead singer of a metalcore/punk/post hardcore rock band, the rippers, marcy totally didn’t name her band after her ripperdoc bf what are you talking about🤨👀 she uses her last name, kelly, as her stage name though many fans liking their alliteration and consonance named her killer kelly. she don’t mind though, she thinks it’s cool.

yes i made a playlist, of course i did- it’s what inspired the whole story of my oc in the first place🙃

as i mentioned she’s not the v in the game, so v is their own separate character lol and in my world v’s a woman and v and marceline are best friends😌 which also means she did do some jobs with her here and there when v was getting settled in her new life and was close with jackie and bug too. though having her own career as a rockstar, street bruiser was often the second option on the day to day. but make no mistake she’s a hell of a fighter, and vik makes sure of that, i mean he has to do his best to look out for his girl and what better way than to teach her a few of his old tricks from the ring ;))

#i drew this in like 20 minutes dw about it #i mean my art is always sketchy like this anyway lmfao #these tattoos were a pain in my asshole to draw TwT #but they’re so cool TwT #worth it #my oc: marceline kelly

[the-furies]

i'm glad that you liked them, i'm chronically into musical theatre by nature of the performing arts teacher being The Safe Space™ for freaks back home (we grew up in a very small town, like a "makes hawkins look big and bustling" type of place).

y'all's recommendations are great as always! i've heard aesop rock's older stuff but i hadn't heard anything from malibu ken until your rec. will wood is also an all-time favorite artist, dr west especially is obsessed with him.

tonight's recommendations: pressure bomb 3 by jhariah for billy, not invited by holychild for the steves, malmo by mook for your jonathan, be gay do drugs hail satan by super cassette for eddie, and psychotherapy by melanie for will. i am also suggesting graveyard picnic by aurelio voltaire for poe; dr. crane recommends down to the river by brown bird for her.

Goddamn that sounds like hell, growing up in a teeny lil town! Very very glad y'all had someone to consider safe though !!

Your recs are very spot on with what we enjoy !! :} All are added to our playlists and then some LMAO we love them all thank you thank you !! 🖤 /platonic -Poe

Our recs!:

Dear Mother - Cake Bake Betty (🧋 Steve's rec)

I suppose the easiest way to differentiate these two would be emojis, huh? Elder Steve's emoji is 🧋, while younger Steve has yet to choose one. Anyways! Everyone's asleep aside from Kaz and I so we will be relaying songs from them to you

🧋Steve doesn't have much to say for this one, as it's difficult for him to put into words what this song means to him. He says it's something to do with source, though? Which is explanation enough, in his mind-words! -Poe

Dragula - Rob Zombie (Billy's rec!)

(This could also count as Max's rec too, because she also adores this song, lmao)

A perfect song for the Halloween season we think !! Very very fun and very very catchy, if Billy isn't listening to Angry Songs then she's listening to stuff like this :} -Poe

Runs In The Family - Amanda Palmer (Jonathan's rec!)

Jonathan says, and I quote, "*points at the lyrics and nods*" and..... Oh yes that's very. Self explanatory looking at the lyrics for this one I'd say! /lighthearted

he also says "not that I hate my family, I never did and never will, but sometimes Things Were Hell™" -Poe

Can't Go To Hell - Sin Shake Sin (Eddie's rec)

I do not know what Eddie's thoughts are on this song as all hex is giving me is ":)", "👍!", and "¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯" emojis.

I will say it is very fitting for hex though, lyrically and sound-wise, very loud and fast paced, just like hex is -Kaz

The Angel Of The Forever Sleep - Marcy Playground (my rec -Kaz)

I hope you don't mind me joining in, too? I've been... Up front ever since we woke up and have been. Keeping everybody else calm. Things are okay, just a tad stressed, but whatever. I've been playing this on repeat for the past few hours to help keep things calm, too. It's been working so far, luckily! -Kaz

Jimmy - Tool (my rec!! -Poe)

Hmm hmmm..... I suppose if our El had their own playlist this would definitely be on it! /tangent, unrelated, etc.

Tool's known for long songs™ and while this one's about 5 minutes it DOES feel longer because it's so slow going, but the wait is much worth it in my opinion! The ending verse is beautiful, very much so! -Poe

21st Century Schizoid Man - The Human Experimente (Will's rec)

Linked it cuz it's stupid hard to track down sometimes. Literally couldn't find the damn song for a good couple years until it popped back on YouTube recently so now we have it downloaded lmao

Lotta good covers of this song out there but I really like this one (I am not at all biased bc I like Tool no sirree /jokeeee). Maynard's done a hell of a lotta good covers tbh I love them all but rn I'm vibing the most w this song! -Will

#music recs anon #long post #thank you as always !! your recs helped make our day better Hsjakakskdjdnsjf today started off like hell mentally

[cutetanuki-chan]

I love her

still trying to figure out how to draw them in my style

and angry Sasha

#did I make Marcy playlist? #yes #yes I did #amphibia #sasha angy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #art

[crickcabanaa]

mei supremacy

#sims4 #thesims4 #ts4 #simblr #ts4 edit #ayo tag ranting #the person i like and i made each other #playlist yknow ? #and im going fucking insane bc #we both put jenny by studio killers in our playlists but #ew i cant say anything thats so embarrassing #what if it wasnt in THAT way #pls ive literally liked this mf for a year im going mental #even worse is i barely have irl friends so if i did say something its like #ugh thatd make stuff so awkward #i hate it here pls can they say something i dont wanna put my feelings into words #e #mei and marci #they liked me back then broke my heart j names aint shit

[loversarcanas]

[to the tune of jolene by dolly parton] sashaaaanne, sashaaaane, sashaaaaane SAAASHAAAAAAAANE

(future!sashanne fluff + she/he sasha for the masses bc i ALWAYS deliver the goods ♡)

Sasha woke up slowly, as sun poured through the sheer white curtains of her shared apartment, leaving her swimming in the pool of light stretched across the queen sized bed.

His first instinct was to turn over, and catch sight of his beloved fianceé soundly asleep beside him. Soft, chestnut curls spilling over her satin pillowcase, eyes squinched shut just so to show off her long, elegant lashes… Really, even in her sleep, Anne was a vision of beauty. He couldn't help but smile to himself.

Even after more years together than she could count on one hand, those butterflies she got around Anne never once left. Of course, with time they fell into a comfortable groove - the honeymoon stage inevitably faded, so did all the new excitement -  yet still, sometimes he would look at her in a certain light; watch her chest heave as she peacefully slept, watch her toy with her prosthetic, watch her dance around the kitchen as she cooked dinner, and that buzzing warmth would swarm back to his stomach, and he would thinking to himself, "How did I ever get so lucky?"

While they had left their rocky past in, well, the past, Sasha did think back on it more frequently than she liked to admit. Memories of their fight at Toad Tower, his massive mistake at Andrias' castle, watching Marcy get stabbed and seeing Anne fall through the portal, unsure of when - or if - she would ever see her again… They plagued her mind like a toxic sludge, sticking in every corridor of her brain no matter how many times she scrubbed at it. She thought that after every mistake she made, every selfish and destructive action she took, that Anne would never forgive her. Hell, she firmly believed that she didn't deserve to be forgiven, not after everything she put Anne through…Not after how deeply she wounded her.

And yet, he was proven wrong - Anne surprised him with just how willing she was to forgive him. It wasn't immediate of course, she rightfully took space to be angry with him, took time away from their friendship for some months, and gave both herself and Sasha a chance to work on themselves. And when she reached back out to him, reminiscing about what they had and how she didn't want to lose it completely, he jumped at the opportunity to rebuild. It was the point that he realized how close he was to losing her, how this was his final opportunity to make things right again, and how dammit, he would do anything for her - he would cover the world in flowers if it meant she could be surrounded by beauty mirroring her own. 

So carefully shifting out of bed so as to not disturb her very own sleeping beauty, she crept into the kitchen and put on a fresh pot of coffee for her - hazelnut medium roast, just the way she liked it.  She prepared a full, hot breakfast of โจ๊ก (Joke) with egg and pork - a meal she specifically asked Anne's mother to teach her upon discovering it was a favourite of hers. And she put it all on a platter with a napkin, clumsily folded into a heart.

He laughed to himself - since when was he ever this much of a sap? Never did it occur to him that he would become such a romantic. But then again, he never thought he would get the chance to be. 

Anne really changed everything. She made Sasha want to be a better person - be better for her. In Sasha's eyes,  she was an angel, only mortal in body. She was a romantic at heart, eating up those teen magazines in their youth, making playlists upon playlists of her favourite love songs, always daydreaming in class about being treated like the princess she always wanted to be. And really, more than absolutely anyone, she deserved to feel like a princess. 

And maybe all along, Sasha wanted someone to treat like this. Maybe he was born with a heart overflowing with love, and just never had an outlet to show it until her. After all, growing up in the household he did, he didn't think loving was allowed. He watched his parents scream, tear each other's throats out, slam doors and break into sobs when they thought he was asleep. Sasha watched his father pack up and take the first flight out to the other end of the country, and watched his mother scream and lash out at him as recompense.

But Anne… She was love embodied in a human form. She was the definition of the heart, warm and open and with an air to her that made people want to fall in love with her. She was gentle, kind, and everything Sasha didn't know she needed. 

So as Anne rested peacefully for the next five minutes before her alarm rang, Sasha would wait; breakfast tray in arms, eye's trained on her like a lovesick puppy, thinking only of how lucky he was to have a girl like Anne in his life, looking forward to every day with her more. 

#amphibia #sashanne #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR..... #i think about them so much its disgusting /lh #scribblings

[chaos-monkeyy]

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , thank you! This was fun 😄 I did it instead of dishes lol

The game:

Spell out your URL using song titles! I managed to make it all songs I actually like, to my surprise 😂 I think I'll turn it into a playlist...

Closing Time - Semisonic

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

All My Favorite Songs - Weezer & AJR

Old Town Road - Lil Nas X & Billy Ray Cyrus

Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground

My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

On Top Of The World - Imagine Dragons

Novocaine - the Unlikely Candidates

Kicks - Barns Courtney

Edamame - Bbno$ & Rich Brian

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - the Offspring

Yes - the Real McKenzies

(I'm supposed to tag the same number of people as songs but Brian is not being cooperative lately 😒🧠 so if you see this and wanna do it, please consider yourself tagged and @ me! 😍)

#tag games #music #even snuck in on hiatus to do this one 🙈

[waybrights]

Okay here we go. This is gonna be one of the longest messages you’ve probably gotten but it’s the playlist and my reasoning behind each song. By the way, some of these are based off animatics/amvs. And all the songs are in their proper order so don’t worry about that. I also doodled the little album cover myself.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0yplIv6Fg3QGjX079DRXKn?si=E26uAzP_SG6tqDcJHh0nug&dl_branch=1

Okay so the first song is an introduction to the album. A kind of theme song to their journey.

The second one is about Anne. How she feels inferior to others, namely Sasha and Marcy.

The third one is about Marcy. When she learns she is moving and has a melt down. Thinking back to the book she found and having the idea to steal the box.

The fourth is from Anne. Just the group arriving to Amphibia.

The fifth is all of them and their roles. With Sasha being the soldier, Marcy being the poet and Anne the king.

The sixth is from Sasha. Her becoming the lieutenant in the toad army and leading them.

The seventh is from Anne. Her trying to deal with Sasha and her logic, while trying not to cross her own morals.

The eighth is from Sasha. After the events of toad tower she isn’t sure how to feel about Anne.

The ninth is Marcy. Her being convinced by Andrias to join his plan with music box and Marcy agreeing.

The tenth is when No Big Deal happens.

The eleventh is about Marcy. How having gone along with Andrias’ plan got her backstabbed.

The twelfth is Sasha. Her point of view of true colors with what she saw and how she felt.

The 13th is Marcy feeling abandoned by Anne, Sasha and Andrias. Just wanting to go back to how things were.

The 14th is from Anne. Thinking about her friendships with Marcy and Sasha and what they did.

The 15th is Sasha trying to process what Marcy did.

The 16th is Anne at a later time. Thinking about how morally gray her friends really are.

The 17th is Sasha. Coming to peace about Anne being gone and hoping that she is doing well.

The 18th is about all of them. They will each take a few verses but Sasha is about leading the new rebellion, Marcy being possessed and Anne being home.

The 19th is about Marcy. Her fighting The Night in her head.

The 20th is about Sasha. Her leading the rebellion and the ongoing trauma of everything she has been through during her time in Amphibia.

The 21st is again Sasha and how it feels being alone and the reality of being a hero.

The 22nd is about Anne. She “talked” to her friends often and this is what she would say. Alternating between hoping her words could and couldn’t reach them.

The 23rd is all of them. It’s set after Anne has come back and reunited with Sasha. Everyone is preparing for war.

The 24th is about Anne and Sasha. Swearing to defeat Andrias no matter what. Also a little of them saying goodbye to their respective found families as it means letting them go too.

The 25th is Marcy. Her POV when running into Sasha and Anne.

The 26th is Sasha and Anne. How they felt while fighting Marcy. Thinking about their friendship during and long before Amphibia.

The 27th is Marcy. Finally defeating The Night and rejoining Sasha and Anne’s side.

The 28th is Sasha. Her mentality as she defeated Andrias’ army.

The 29th is Anne. Her POV as she defeats Andrias, finally fully protecting everyone she cares about.

The 30th is Marcy. Some time later when they are safe and alone, it is her asking for forgiveness from the other two.

The 31st is all of them. Everyone forgiving each other and being closer.

The 32nd is Marcy. Her trying to forgive herself, thinking about how her friends forgave her.

The 33rd is all of them. Finally coming home.

The 34th is all of them. A message to all the fans that the girls overcame huge challenges, and that they could too.

But that’s all of it. I also have three crack ideas for this AU. Which include Anne’s warm ups when alone being her just screaming murder which scares the crap out of Marcy and Sasha if they are nearby. The next is Marcy one time being caught singing Cattails (inspired by a fan art I saw). And Sasha making up song lyrics when she is goofing off and alone which I’ll tell if you are interested. Those often begin with dedications, “This goes out to Grimsey. Love you boo!!”

I’ll shut up now XD

LISTENING RN U ARE SO VERY CORRECT !!!! ALL THE SONGS FIT SO WELL I LOVE IT SM!!!!! AND THE MEANINGS FIT SO WELL UGH THIS IS SO BIG BRAINED!!!!! also the crane wives are on there so this is immediately great just for them <33

#PLS IM !!! #ur music taste btw 👌👌👌 #AND UR CRACK IDEAS IM GIGGLING #sorry i couldnt form a longer reply im lacking brain cells but its rlly rlly great!!! #idontwanttobeamuggle #you ask i answer #sasha and the sharps au #amphibia #marie.txt #long post

[maldito-arbol]

Chapter 5. Responsibility

HEART CHAPTER HEART CHAPTER <3

‘They are not built to feel. They are not built to be the heart , only to give and give and give . ‘ (oh)

Andy count, 1 2 3 4 5 6 8 12 14 16 21 23 (23 too fucking many)(it’s gonna be really funny if I managed to miscount)

“My name isn’t even really my name”- Witney, chapter 4 IBYBF

(The fact that Choke started playing when I referenced Witney)

Hnnnnn Barrel. I. Hm. Barrel has som eOpinions

Heart out here being the epitome of wanting a reaction out of someone

‘They come to understand later that the very first emotion they had ever felt was called Anger. ‘ (man something about that just. Man)

Froog and Strength having fun,,,,,

Awwwww Witney is so cute,, she’s so excited,,,,

“Do I have to take yours away from you?” He warns. (Barrel?????? Geez this escalated quickly)

A midnight snack from the kitchen

NOO DONT SQUEEZE THEMM NO

“You did a bad thing Heart” ‘I did a bad thing’ (the fact that that so heavily influenced Heart’s own vocabulary hhhhhhhhhhh)

‘So this is what pain feels like inside this dreamscape. It hurts a little more than they bargained for.’ (Man it’s been like a week since u met these people geez Andrias pulling zero punches I see fuck)

STREEENGTH!!! YAY!! My beloved <3 these two are so Fucking adorable

SECRET KITCHEN LEVER

Maybe. But Heart does not like agreeing with her. (Damn Heart has exists for like a week and is already Full Of Spite)

THEYRE ALL SO NICE TO WITNEY RN GOOD IM ACTIVELY IGNORNING THAT THAT WONT LAST LONG JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

THE FOUR OF THEM.

So THATS why Heart and Wit can dual wield dreams and sleepwalking but Strength can’t- it never had to

‘They are not doing it correctly’ ‘After all, there is a difference between gentle touches and tenderness versus rough grips and punishment.’ (*SOBS* SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING HEART NO-)

THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO FIGURING IT OUT FUCK NO

NO DONT THROW THEM TO THE SAND DONT CRUSH THEM IN YOUR HAND NO STOP THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG FUCK OFF ANDRIAS NO FUCK

HE STOOD ON THEM????? DUDE WHAT THE FUCK

‘Unbreakable is an aspect of themself they once took pride in. Now, they wish it were a lie.’ (You ruined a perfectly good gem is what you did, look at them they’ve got suicidal thoughts)

NO TERRIBLE AWFUL YOU CANT DO THIS ANDRIAS- DONT PLAY YOULL BE BACK TIGHT NOW HEART PLAYLIST SHIT

Hmmmm. Did the making the other person confirm they they love them happen in PMIT too? It feels familiar I feel like it happened with Marcy and Sasha? I might be wrong I’m not sure but I feel like it’s happened before

If I do a bad thing, if you punish me then, you have to tell me how much you love me. (MAN ANDRIAS YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD GEM IS WHAT YOU DID LOOK AT THEM THEYVE GOT A SEVERELY WARPED CONCEPT OF LOVE)

Because every single one means I love you. (Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Because she participates in it. (THE FOUR OF US)

“Do you love me?” “No, no one here loves you Wit” (HELLO? OKAY??? WHAT?? Terrible awful return of the do you love me no format)

even before they processed the sudden thought of no, please do not hurt me. Then you will have to tell me you love me, and I cannot take it. You cannot love me. You have to love Barrel. (HEART NOOOOMBNN NO. Man i fucking. Just. Geez all of this is so. I don’t even. Man. fuck. What. Geez.)

They like to break things, they think. They like when things are broken, just like them. (Hhhhhhhhhhh)

Wit cries. Everybody watches, but nobody moves. Her breaths become hiccups, her eyes spill with tears, and she does not bother wiping her face as they all come streaming out. Nobody comforts her. (EVERYONE WAS BEING SO NICE TO HER THO HNNNMMMMM BABY NO PLEASE GIVE HER A HUG SAY YOU LOVE HER STRENGTH WAS RIGHT IT DOES LOVE HER IT LOVES HEART TOO FUCK SHIT HEART ITS FINE STRENGTH WAS SO CLOSE TO FIGURING IT OUT IT KNOWS THEY CAN ALL BE CHILL TOGETHER NO)

“If you don’t tell him the truth, i will” “you promised”(NO NOT THE TRUE COLORS REFERENCE-)

NO THE BELL NO FUCK SHIT FUCK OFF NO

“Accept it, you sniveling coward!!” (YES! Call him out! He’s a little bitch he deserves it fuck yeah insult him!)

“Were you happy Heart?”

HEART CHAPTER CLAP CLAP

Haha :^)

Yeah I’m. I’m not gonna count them so let’s just assume ur correct

BAHAHA NOOOOO NOT CHOKE

Barrel DOES have some Opinions.

THEY ARE.

NO I KNOW RIGHT. IMAGINE EXPERIENCING TRUE EMOTION FOR THE FIRST TIME THE VERY FIRST ONE YOU GET IS JUST PURE RAGE. I’d be fucked too.

Froog and Strength my beloved,,,,,

GOD I miss Younger Witney, she was so precious and sweet,,,, unfortunately she was brought into the WORST environment.

Yeah Barrel is. He’s hhhhhh sometimes. Sometimes? Often.

A MIDNIGHT SNACK FROM THE KITCHENNNNNNNNNNNN. AND GUESS WHATS IN THE KITCHENNNNNNNNNNN.

Andrias leave Heart alone challenge.

Yeah. Yeah… the whole “I did a bad thing” gives my body a visceral reaction now because all of the context behind it is so upsetting.

Andrias is Disturbing. Even more so when you consider that he held himself BACK from hurting his friends at first, only showing his true side in bits and pieces just enough that they wouldn’t have believed him capable of such, but the second he met little Heart who was all his, he just…gave in to all those terrible thoughts. And eventually, he found the willpower to spread the outright abuse to his friends too. Terrible.

Strength is so good I miss it so much.

SECRET KITCHEN LEVER!!!!

Heart thriving on Spite so true.

Haha remember when Witney had healthy, supportive ppl around her? I don’t :^)

And thus comes the Fourth reveal that I have tormenting y’all so with.

*nods head vigorously* Strength always had Froog to share control with. It doesn’t usually do so by itself.

Shhhhhhh *patpat*

You know I had such a hard time writing that scene. That scene where Andrias steps on them. It’s so heart-wrenching and disturbing a concept on its own, but what makes it worse is the fact that Heart describes the whole scenario with such pretty language and without a shred of resentment towards Andrias for doing so.

They had not known what sand felt like until they are thrown against it, a tiny pebble amidst a grand ocean of grains each once lower than they, and now they are buried in them as grit and dust sprays up into the perfect and serene ocean around them, distorting it with imperfection.

When they are scooped back out of the sand, those hands feel like a messiah. Grains slide and slip through the gaps of his fingers, but those gaps are not large enough for Heart’s tiny form to. He wipes the remaining grime from them with those fingers, holds them up proudly like he is displaying a trophy. 

It’s heart-breaking. And you’ll notice a stark contrast between the way Heart describes the abuse inflicted on them versus the way Witney describes the abuse inflicted on her when her chapter comes out. Witney gets graphic. Here you want a taste? Take a taste.

Her meager struggling weakens slowly as her eyes roll back and saliva dribbles messily from her lip and the fingers on her from the other side loosen, slip off.

Uhhhhh let me think. There ARE these parts?

“So what did you say to her? What kind of stunt are you pulling with this whole girlfriend thing? I can’t even tell if you really like her or you’re just playing games!”

Now that one, that one she was offended by. “ Of course I like her!” She snapped, stepping forward and subsequently forcing Anne a step back. “If you’re gonna accuse me of some bullshit like that, then you clearly don’t know your own friends at all .”

And this

I’m yours after all. And don’t you love me? Don’t you know how much I love you and Anne? The three of us have always been together, and even if we can’t be anymore, I’ll fight to my very last breath all for you. Only for you. 

But I can’t think of anything else 🤔 maybe we’ll find it later

YEAH FUCK YOU ANDRIAS YOU FUCKED UP MY BBY

:’)

FOUR OF US FOUR OF US

HAHAHAHAHAA THATS WHAT THIS WAS FORRRRR

It’s a lot isnt it.

:’))

In this scene I imagine Froog was too afraid to comfort Wit because she didn’t want any of them to get the wrong idea, and Strength was just kinda forced to go along with it.

Hehehe boy I sure do love referencing True Colors!

the bells! The bells! Are calling!!! Yeah on a scale of one to ten How Much More do you Hate the Kitten’s Collar comparison now?

Though there are none visible, the sound of jingling bells reaches her ears, like a kitten's collar to alert its owner to its presence.

YES I NEEDED TO LET BARREL CHEW ANDRIAS TF OUT HE DESERVES IT

I love how it just cuts off there it’s so funny I’ve been laughing for five minutes.

#ask mal #CMTO

[gerykei13]

I did some more playlists a few months ago but then I became too tired and busy to actually make a post on tumblr

Anyways, have some frog show characters playlists:

lieutenant waybright's power training playlist

marcy's studying/gaming/chilling playlist

anne's party jams playlist

BONUS: songs for when you're a teenage girl trapped in a frog world (this one's actually a mess bc I only make it to write a fic once, but whatever, it exists)

#amphibia #disney's amphibia #playlist #character playlist #fanmix #spotify playlist #music #music playlist #fan playlist #frog show #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #disney #i started watching the show a few months ago and now I'm obsessed