#i think it would be very punk rock of newt to have a fucked up mullet. dontcha think

[escape-from-arcadia]

22 September 2022 - Simply consumed by the idea of the Amphibia AU again and dug up + expanded on the notes I wrote for it:

Main Plot

Jim Lake Jr., Toby Domzalski, and Claire Nuñez are childhood best friends growing up in Arcadia Oaks. On Jim’s 16th birthday, they get magically transported to the land of Amphibia, where they are separated upon their arrival.

Jim ends up living with the frogs. He's taken under the care of Blinky and Aaarrrgghh (husbands) after Aaarrrgghh convinces a distrustful Blinky. We follow Jim, Blinky, and Aaarrgghh as they get to know each other and Jim adjusts to Amphibia. He wants to find a way home, and his new dads are trying to help him.

Amphibia

For my sanity, the magical characters are translated into frogs/toads/newts. They all live in the same Amphibia with the same sort of rules and lore. We’re just inserting characters into the story and redesigning them to fit into Amphibia. I’m also not calling them “good” or “bad” trolls because as the shows…show, people are complex and have potential to do good. Changelings also will make things a bit more complicated, but we’re going to make this work.

The trolls are translated over to the frogs. I find that they have a lot of similarities to the frogs in the early season. Market, trying to survive, eclectic frogs, suspicious of humans.

Blinky and Aaarrrgghh are husbands because I said so. Blinky runs a used bookshop and Aaarrrgghh is a farmer. Blinky has been trying to write a book about the history of Amphibia for years (and the town thinks he's chasing a pipe dream). He actually used to travel a lot with his brother who helped him research, but there was a falling out and his brother went missing. Aaarrrgghh is happily farming and selling produce in town, but frogs don't always trust him. There are rumors he used to work with the Gumm Gumm toads.

The Gumm Gumms are translated over to the toads. The relationship between toads and frogs is something of what I'd imagine it'd be like if the Gumm Gumms had taken over the other trolls. Plus, I think the strength and power of the Gumm Gumms matches the toads best.

I was debating between Akiridions and wizards for the newts. I decided wizards would fit the vibes of Newtopia best. It's like Camelot in a way, when you think about it. Plus, Arthur as Andrias is something I can't pass up because would you look at their character designs compared to the other characters? Big.

As for the Akiridions, I think they'll fit as some of the early inhabitants of Amphibia and be the ones to build the very advanced technology. My favorite part about Amphibia is the clash between technology and nature, and I think it'd be fascinating to explore with the Akiridions.

The Humans

Jim is an awkward guy who doesn't know exactly what he wants to do with his life yet. At home, he runs his family's restaurant. It's grown difficult since his father left (he was the chef of family), and his mom really isn't great at cooking, so it's mostly Jim running it. When he crash lands in Amphibia, he is terrified and confused, and he encounters a big scary...frog? This frog happens to be Aaarrrgghh, and he leads Jim to Wartwood and introduces him to his husband, Blinky. It takes some time to get used to Amphibia (Jim gets to try learning how to cook with bugs!), but he finds it to feel like another home. He gets the blue gem (for heart).

Toby will throw hands with anyone who messes with his friends. It's a bit of a problem. Here is where we get to see more of punk rock Toby because I said so. When he crash lands in Amphibia, he is also terrified and confused. He nearly falls down a hill. But he says, "Fuck it," grabs a big stick and bashes it at the first moving thing he sees...which ends up being not a thing, but a toad. Toby smacks Bular the Butcher with a big stick and gets thrown in Toad Tower jail. But Toby is also a showman, and begins to help Bular gain the favor of restless toads. Toby is determined to find his way and find his friends so they can get back home (Tobes is also not vibing with bug food). He gets the pink gem (for strength).

Claire is smart, pretty, and a brilliant actress, and she has a good left. Though she has a strained relationship with her family - being the "perfect" daughter of the councilwoman is rough - she loves her friends fiercely. When she crash lands in Amphibia, she ends up on the steps of the palace in Newtopia. As she's exploring, fascinated by this fantastical world, she runs into Douxie the newt on the streets. Douxie is the first to actually do something about Claire as Hisirdoux, Scourge of the Sand Wars, Defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, the youngest newt ever to achieve the rank of general in the great Newtopian Army- Claire cuts him off before he continues. Douxie insists on taking Claire to see his boss. They go on the hunt for Merlin, but end up finding him with Arthur in the throne room. Arthur decides to let Claire stick around to get back on her feet. Meanwhile, Claire conducts research and explores. Everyone really likes her, and she acclimates really quickly, making Newtopia her new home. It's not like she had much of a home in the first place...She gets the green gem (for wisdom).

#tales of arcadia au #toa au #tales of arcadia #amphibia #amphibia au #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #blinkous galadrigal #aaarrrgh toa #bular the butcher #douxie casperan #merlin ambrosius #merlin toa #arthur pendragon #arthur toa

[chase2452]

Pacific Rim AU where everything is exactly the same except Newt has piercings and a stupid gay person haircut.

Bonus:

#pacific rim #pacrim #newt geiszler #newmann #hermann gottlieb #i think it would be very punk rock of newt to have a fucked up mullet. dontcha think?? #and listen . listen . i know the pacrim fandom has collectively decided that newt needs to have black nail polish #but could we do that with piercings too?? #like dude . give newt some black plug earings . lets just decide he has those #yeah.. #anyways the bonus image was really and truly just an excuse to draw newt and hermann hugging #(both because i love them but also bc i wanna get this on the radar of anyone folllowing the newmann tag) #but like.... in this au newt and hermann totally cut each other's hair #(hermann spends the entire time telling newt the mullet is ridiculous and unprofessional) #(newt spends the entire time teasing hermann for the coconuthead bowlcut) #(but they both do it anyways bc its an excuse to touch each other) #chase.draws #original post #oh also !!! zoom in on the image if u wanna see all the tiny lil freckles i put on newt

[hermannsthumb]

Would you please do winter prompt 50?

50. you never wear mittens so i knit you a pair and leave them for you to find as a gift from an anonymous person because i’m shy

from winter writing prompts here

HERES A SHORT LIL THING

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“You’re acting ridiculous,” Hermann says. “It’ll take you ten seconds to go back in there. I’ll wait right here.”

“I’m fine,” Newton says. “I’m fine, dude, stop pushing, I’m not a baby--”

“You could’ve fooled me,” Hermann says tersely. He gives Newton another great shove towards his quarters. Newton scowls. “Change out that bloody jacket and into something warmer or we’re not going out at all.”

“Fine,” Newton huffs.

He pulls away from Hermann’s touch, kicks his door open, and storms back inside. He emerges within Hermann’s allotted ten seconds looking almost exactly the same (same ripped-knee jeans, same leather jacket, same t-shirt), save for a long rainbow scarf he’s wound around his neck and a pair of fingerless leather gloves.

“You cannot be serious,” Hermann says.

“This is my only jacket,” Newton whines. “I didn’t think we’d have to deal with fucking snow.”

They haven’t, technically. At least not in Hong Kong. The problem is that they’re not in Hong Kong right now, and they won’t be again for the foreseeable future: more PPDC budget cuts meant that Newt and Hermann were shuttled up to Alaska to salvage what they could of the near-totally defunct kaiju science department, and the Marshal is being--as Newton’s declared a dozen times over--rather cagey about it all and when they can return. Hermann has a sinking feeling he’s going to be cagey for a bit longer. Newton and Hermann had a bit of an, ah, nasty spat right before they were sent away that resulted in a significant amount of laboratory damage, and this feels a bit too much like a punishment for it.

At any rate, he’s lucky in that his brief stint at the Russian Shatterdome before Hong Kong and his general poor circulation mean he’s had plenty of thick coats and sweaters to choose between here. Newton, on the other hand, is not quite so lucky. “What about a hat?” Hermann says. A beanie--one with earflaps--anything, really. It’s snowing outside, for goodness sake.

Newton shrugs. “Nah,” he says.

“Gloves, at least,” Hermann says, reaching over and plucking at Newton’s leather ones. There are even bloody holes at the knuckles. “You must have proper gloves.”

“Nope.”

“Mittens,” Hermann says.

“Mittens aren’t very punk rock, dude,” Newton says. He stamps his boots impatiently. “C’mon, seriously, we’re gonna miss our movie if you don’t stop bitching and hurry the fuck up.”

They make it about two blocks from the Shatterdome when Newton--shivering, teeth chattering, rubbing his palms together--finally becomes so pathetic a sight Hermann rolls his eyes and thrusts his (warm, glove-enclosed) hand out to him. “Just hold it,” he says. “You’ll be a fraction warmer, at least.”

Newton blinks at him dumbly, glasses fogging up and snow-flecked, and he takes it without comment. Hermann nearly jumps; his fingers feel like little icicles. He tucks his cane under his arm briefly to drag Newton’s other hand up to his mouth (curled into a stiff fist) and puff hot, white air across it, then rubs his thumb over Newton’s knuckles for good measure. He’s pleased to feel him relaxing. “There we are, dear,” he murmurs.

“Thanks,” Newton stammers. Whether the cold air or embarrassment is the reason for the pink flush to his cheeks, Hermann can’t be sure, but he spares Newton his dignity and merely tugs him along with a little smile.

“Come on,” he says. “We wouldn’t want to miss the film, after all.”

Mittens may not be punk rock, but Hermann is fond of his little mad scientist (his stubborn little mad scientist), so when he gets home that night he breaks out his ancient knitting needles and starts on his first project in quite some time. The only yarn colors he has to choose from are bright pink and green, and the stripes he’s producing with them are quite...garish. Nothing that Hermann would wear. Somehow he doesn’t think Newton will mind.

He leaves the new pair of mittens on Newton’s desk at the end of the week, wrapped loosely in old newspaper. Unlabeled. He and Newton aren’t accustomed to giving each other gifts, not even on each other’s birthdays, and at least this way he has some plausible deniability if Newton hates it. Especially considering its rather, ah, personal nature. (Hermann holds no illusions about his lackluster knitting skills, and he rarely gifts what he makes to anyone.) 

It takes Newton another week after that--a week of constant hints on Hermann’s part that he should really get started on his mountain of paperwork--to find them and unwrap them, and when he does, he makes a strange noise. Excitement, Hermann hopes. 

“Oh,” Newton says. “Mittens?”

Hermann looks up from his equations and feigns confusion. “Pardon?”

Newton does not look excited. Newton is pinching one mitten between two fingers and frowning like he’s sorely put out about something. Perhaps the pink and green was too garish after all. “Someone left me mittens,” he says.

“Ah,” Hermann says, heart sinking. “What--a coincidence. I suppose one of our new colleagues saw us the other night.” He fiddles with his eyeglasses chain and tugs his glasses off entirely. “Do you not...like them?”

“Uh,” Newton says. 

He sets them back down on the desk. “I mean, they’re pretty and all. It’s just...”

“Too small?” Hermann says. “I could--er--” He coughs. “I’m sure they could find you a new pair.”

Realization flashes across Newton’s face. “It’s totally thoughtful!” he says quickly. “And I totally appreciate the gesture from, uh, whoever they’re from. It’s just that--” He flushes. “Well. I won’t have an excuse to, you know, hold your hand when we walk places anymore.”

“Oh,” Hermann says.

The mittens vanish by the end of the day. Newton, wisely, chooses not to bring it up.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous