#something something the meaning that sasha's swords hold to her something something the way that she trusts anne with her weapon-

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hiii ^^ (It’s me again, sorry that I’m writting so many request but the way you wirte is something)

so, i have been thinking if you could wirte pt.2 for ,,Marley’s Guaradian” — and if you dont have any ideas, honestly I have one — so basically Armin brought reader to the aircraft, and Levi is obviously upset with him. while they are having a little argument, where Armin tries to explain Why did he brought someone so dangerous here, reader tries to knock out Eren, since he has the Founding titan, and Marleyan Army wants it back, Armin obviously stop reader before anything serious happens + reader finds out about Zeke’s betrayal

sorry if It’s too much, i’m sending you virtual cup of motivation and thumbs up for whatever you are working on! take care and dont push yourself too much!

p.s. i wirte the request again beacuse something went down with my Tumblr — if you see another one from my acc with the same text you can ignore it, beacuse i dont know if i actually sent it ^^

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Marley's Guardian Ⅱ

Armin x fem!reader / part Ⅰ

Overview; Armin brought you back to the airship and you found out the truth about your War Chief.

Content; drama, angst, canon!au, Marleyan!reader, switching sides (obeying Armin's commands)

Warnings; S4 spoilers!!! mild violence (hair pulling, Levi giving verbal threats, reader scratching Eren and drawing blood), profanity, S4 Sasha scene, total cliffhanger ending because i'm mean lol

Note; ah dw i love to receive your requests! actually i originally planned to write about armin bringing Y/n back to the airship, but i wasn't sure on the length so i just deleted like two paragraphs' worth of content 😂💀 also SRRY IF THIS IS AGONIZINGLY LONG but i had too much fun writing it while listening to the most dramatic aot ost lol

Armin's hands were trembling.

"You brought their god damn dog on board? Are you trying to kill us, Armin?!" Levi spat.

"Sir — " Armin choked. " — sir, I couldn't leave her to die. I'll accept the consequences for anything that happens from here — could... could you please stop holding her by the hair?" he asked nervously.

Levi's eyes became slitted with anger as they flitted between you and the blond, bloodied soldier. It required incredible strength to fight an Ackerman as a sword-wielding combatant, but with words it required an otherworldly courage.

"Sure." he said slowly, dangerously, and hauled your weight by the hair — a searing pain spread across your scalp.

Everything was a bit blurry, but you felt cool wind brush your face. You were high up... up in the sky? The Scout's airship door was slid open, turbulent airflow filled the gondola. You were forced into a kneel at the edge, too weak to fight back yet Levi still held apprehension in his chest because of you.

"Shall I let her hair go now?" Levi asked sarcastically.

"No!"

You saw Armin's eyes glaze over with fear, you heard him babbling desperately to his captain.

"If I toss her off this airship right now, I will sleep soundly tonight."

"Captain! Please hear me out!" Armin exclaimed desperately. "It would be senseless murder, she's no longer hostile! Like I said earlier, she could have killed me, but she didn't!"

A long silence ensued after his words, one impenetrably thick and jarringly apprehensive.

"Captain..." Armin's voice weakly punctured the silence. He sounded like he was using the last of his strained vocal chords to plead with Levi.

"She's their weapon. Don't mistake her docile behavior for surrender, Armin, she's just out of ammo after fighting."

"Captain."

"She's their weapon." Levi repeated through gritted teeth, "Unless you intend to keep her as such, I'm kicking her off right now."

Armin's mind buzzed for solutions as the longest silence yet ensued.

"C — can we bring her to Commander Hange first?" Armin asked.

After a small moment of begging, another silence ensued, one broken by the harsh and grating sound of your whimper as Levi flung your body in the opposite direction of the airship's exit.

Without regard for his comrade's bewildered stares, Armin rushed to you. "Are you okay?" he asked. The smallest head tilt from you was enough to settle Armin's high-strung nerves.

Levi let out a forfeiting sigh, "Sleep is for the wicked..." he grumbled under his breath. "Alright, let's take her to Hange and that mutt. Mikasa, come with us."

Now, you were supposed to be at your weakest — or so that's what Levi and Armin and the rest of their comrades in the gondola thought.

But when the door leading into the airship's control slid open to reveal Eren Jaeger, you lunged for him like a dragon.

Though he had quick reaction time, you clawed at him much faster than he could shield his face, resulting in three stripes of red across his cheek. He bore a grimace of wolf-like canines.

It required both Levi and Mikasa to restrain you while you thrashed around, but they didn't have to for long.

In your fit of blinded vengeance, you didn't notice a very familiar face sitting besides the owner of the Founding titan, whose hurt face healed over, whisps of steam rising out from your claw marks until they disappeared entirely.

"Stand down, Y/n." Zeke's voice penetrated the atmosphere.

You looked at him wide-eyed, utterly shaken.

"... War Chief?" you croaked confusedly.

But your confusion dissipated at once. Understanding dawned on your face, causing your features to be dragged down.

"Treacherous bastard!" you screamed piercingly, Armin winced. "I once revered you! Bastard! Bastard!"

You ran your foul mouth on the War Chief, calling him audacious, calling him vermin, calling him a lot of things until the atmosphere felt aflame; Armin stepped in with a voice smooth like flowing rivers.

"Stand down, Y/n." he commanded simply, and you obeyed like a dog. He knew something very important about you that you weren't even fully aware of.

See, when you bore witness to your War Chief's treachery, these invisible threads keeping you sewn to his command snapped. Armin could tell, so he played a little experiment, sort of like throwing a stray dog a bone — to see if it would go for it.

It surprised everyone else to see you cease at once after Armin told you to. His blue eyes brought a calming sensation over you. When you looked into them, it felt like you were being stared at by an angel, although that was laughably ironic, considering what people called Eldians in Marley.

"Commander Hange, I have a proposal to make." Armin stood to his superior confidently, while Hange willingly listened.

The air in the airship's gondola shook with celebratory roars from the Eldian soldiers, Floch at the center causing it all.

But packed away into the quiet area were Jean, Connie and Sasha.

"Like hell she's on our side... I'm sleeping with not just one eye open, but two eyes open 'till we get back on solid land." Connie huffed.

Jean looked over at him, "Connie... that just means you won't be sleeping, if you have two eyes open you're awake." he sighed at his friend's stupidity.

"I know! It was a joke — " he began, "Anyways. No one trusts that reaper, so why does Armin?"

Jean shrugged.

"I think she may genuinely be on our side." Sasha chimed, her tone lighthearted for the fact it was a very wild situation. The enemy who had slain countless people in the Eldian army was on their side?

"Seriously?!" Connie began argumentatively.

The door slid open. Jean's eyes spotted you as soon as you emerged.

You squeezed into the celebrating crowd of Eldian soldiers, without Armin by your side. In the other room, unbeknownst to the others, he was previously wiping blood off of your cheek with his handkerchief. He reared his pretty blue eyes at you, and softly commanded that you wait for him in the other room.

Now he remained in the control room, discussing the future with Hange and Levi, while you tried to discretely blend in with everyone else.

"Heya, nice 't have ya on our side." Sasha greeted you.

Because Floch flashed a hostile look your way, you decided to stay with these three.

The conversation staggered due to your blunt responses. But it ceased completely in a moment, a quick yet slow moment.

Your keen senses felt someone clamber onboard the airship, and your lightning reflexes shielded Sasha from taking her fated gunshot wound to the chest.

BANG

Wispy fumes curled up out of the shotgun's muzzle. At the end of the gun's neck was none other than your little sister, Gabi.

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Sharing blood and vengeance (Astarion x Tav)

Astarion x named Tav Fanfiction (dwarf paladin of vengeance called Sasha).

Summary: One-shot about the first evening Sasha lets Astarion drink her blood, before they talk about vengeance. (NA: I know I have 0 followers and only I care about my Tavs, but this idea wouldn't stop jumping in my brain until I wrote it!).

Words: 3k

Stepping on the corpse to hold it in place, Sasha released her blade, buried deep into the man's chest, as droplets of blood splattered everywhere.

Looking back, she saw Astarion looking at her blood-covered sword and she scoffed, smirking.

"What? You wanna lick it?"

"I, uh, well..." Astarion shifted his weight from one foot to the other before assuming his usual, dignified pose, chin held high as he looked down at Sasha and her bloodied blade. "Of course not, I don't need to lower myself to that, dear." He scoffed as if Sasha hadn't seen his hungry look.

"Because draining pigs is so much more dignified..." Shadowheart commented on her deceivingly sweet voice and Astarion glared at her before looking at Sasha again. 

"I wasn't looking at the blood, just wondering how in the hells can you swing a sword that's almost as big as you."

Sasha rolled her eyes but she was not going to dignify that quip with an answer. She was used to Astarion's dwarf jokes when he was feeling cranky.

"Nobody will judge you for drinking from the corpse before it gets cold." Shadowheart shrugged and Sasha could have called it bullshit.

Astarion had a mean mouth but Shadowheart and Wyll were not short on mean, vampire-related remarks either.

Astarion, for once, was quiet, eyeing the corpse. He did seem hungry but almost reluctant and Sasha had to wonder if, even if he had no qualms on happily killing, he might find undignified or something along those lines to kneel and drink from a cooling corpse. Who knew what high-elves patriars found undignified. Sasha didn't know and she was not going to ask either, even if it seemed kind of a waste.

Astarion finally tore his eyes from the corpse, straightening his back with a scoff, the picture of aristocratic elegance and indifference, betrayed only by a small lick of his lips as he inhaled what Sasha guessed was the scent of blood.

"You know..." Wyll began once they were making their way back to camp. "I haven't met many paladins but I don't think I've ever met someone so...ruthless before."

"No mercy for the wicked," Sasha recited one of the tenets of her oath of vengeance, muscle memory.

"I agree but you just... Impaled the guy as soon as you were close enough. He didn't even get to say a word." Gale decided to join the conversation and Sasha didn't know if he sounded horrified or fascinated but she was past caring what people thought of her methods.

"I had already judged him and found him guilty." He'd deserved it, end of story.

The man had been one of Aradin's, who had deserted him, fleeing the Grove after assaulting a tiefling, killing her when she refused to give the man her things. The druids under Khaga wouldn't move a finger and so Sasha would.

She didn't know how to get rid of her tadpole or how to find Halsin alive, but vengeance? She did know how to do that. And off she had gone to get revenge.

Wyll and Gale had offered to go with her, she'd managed to convince Shadowheart somehow, and she wasn't sure why Astarion had decided to tag along.

"He didn't see it coming," Shadowheart commented, sounding oddly cheerful. "Nobody expects a dwarf with such a sweet, chubby-cheeked face to stab them like that." 

Sasha rolled her eyes. Sure, she had a round face, whatever.

"Look who's talking..." With that sweet voice and face, who would expect Shadowheart to worship Shar? 

Well, probably everyone, since she was as bad at hiding it as Astarion had been at hiding he was a vampire. But Shadowheart hadn't admitted it yet, and so Sasha wouldn't say anything.

 "Let's go back."

*

Later that night, Sahsa was taking watch, sitting next to the campfire. They'd set camp outside the Grove so as not to create more tension and so they wouldn't be, perhaps, murdered by angry druids, but that meant they had to worry about goblins, wild animals, and whatnot.

Her hand went instinctively to the pommel of her sword as she caught sight of two eyes in the darkness, reflecting the light as a feline's would, but soon she realized it was just Astarion, waking back from hunting.

"What was for dinner tonight?" She asked quietly as he made his way towards the fire.

 "Rabbit," he answered, sounding disappointed. Sasha had thought he'd go to his tent, but he flopped down next to the fire too.

"You know... I'd like it more if you fed on evil bastards like the one I killed today rather than on some poor innocent rabbit who did nothing bad..."

"Oh but darling, how can you know the rabbit didn't deserve it? I could see the evil in their eyes..."

Sasha snorted. Astarion could be funny when you weren't the target of his jokes and he was not hangry.

"I'm sure they didn't have it coming as much as the guy." Sasha didn't even realize she was snarling at the thought of the man and his crimes.

"You know, Wyll was right, sometimes you're so... Brutal. I like it." Astarion smirked, giving her the look that Sasha never knew to read as flirting or teasing.

She hated that it made something in her belly flutter, it embarrassed her... She was not like that, what was wrong with her.

" Anyway... " She cleared her throat, looking away from Astarion and to the fire. "I don't mind you draining the next bastard we met that deserves it, seriously."

"Well, darling, then my fangs will be on our next criminal's neck faster than you can impale them with that trusty sword of yours," Astarion said with that cheerfulness that no matter what, still sounded fake to Sasha's ears.

"It's different from animal's? People's blood? Sasha asked after a minute, more curious than she cared to admit.

" Well, it's... " Astarion shrugged before trailing off with a frown." I guess."

"You... Guess?"

Astarion shrugged again, looking away from her, seeming a bit uncomfortable, and Sasha frowned, she'd never seen him acting like that.

"Cazador banned his spawn from drinking people's blood," he finally said with that look of hate mixed with hurt and distaste that he had when talking about his former master.

Sasha wasn't sure of what to say, she knew Cazador was a sore topic for Astarion, understandably so, but then a thought came to her mind, flying past her lips before she could stop it.

"So you'd never tried to bite someone before the other night when you tried to bite me?" She asked and Astarion nodded, eyes on the fire. "No wonder you were so bad at it."

"Excuse you?!" At that, Astarion glared at her with the biggest look of outrage.

"Sorry." Sasha raised her hands, feeling a bit bad. "But how were you expecting me not to wake up, seriously?"

Astarion just shrugged, he now seemed more defeated than outraged, a look Sasha hadn't seen on him before, and she felt worse. "I know I punched you that night-"

"Still hurts," Astarion interrupted her and Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Are you surprised I reacted like that, really? Something getting on me woke me up and then someone was leaning to my throat... I punched out of instinct," Sasha explained." I didn't know it was you... Although I'd have probably punched anyway, and you were trying to bite me and drink my blood without a word so maybe you had it a bit coming..."

Astarion scoffed, glaring at her again, and he made to get up as if he was going to leave, but Sasha reached to hold his wrist.

"Wait," she called after him while Astarion glared even more, moving his wrist away from her touch.

"What I wanted to say is..." Sasha sighed. "If you need blood someday, like... If you're hungry... I won't punch you, if you ask me." He might be annoying sometimes, pretty much an asshole others... But still, Sasha found she hated the idea of him going hungry.

"Are you... Saying you'd let me drink your blood?" Astarion looked at her, seeming doubtful. "Is this some kind of paladin trick to stake me better?" He gestured dramatically and Sasha sighed.

"No, it's not some paladin trick and unlike some people, I don't make a habit of lying." She idly wondered if he'd take offense at that. "And I have no intention of killing you, stake or otherwise." Astarion was just looking at her, still seeming doubtful. "I just... I guess I just don't like the idea of you going hungry."

"Really?"

His voice was softer than she'd ever heard it, and she'd never seen him looking so doubtful and insecure before either. She just nodded and it took a moment until finally Astarion seemed to believe her.

When he did, the small smile that he gave her made Sasha wonder if it was the first genuine one he'd shown her.

"Well... Thank you." His voice sounded as genuine as his smile looked, even to Sasha who was sure he was laughing at her more than half of the times he talked to her.

She tried to ignore how that soft voice and genuine smile made her feel and instead asked, "Are you hungry?" A rabbit sounded like a nice diner, but bloodwise she wasn't sure.

"Not hungry hungry… But I just…” He sighed with that look of defeat that didn't suit him, vaguely gesturing around. “All this moving and fighting, I feel so tired and so weak all the time…" And he seemed to hate feeling like that, Sasha couldn't blame him.

"So... Will people's blood help with that? Or do you just need more blood?" Sasha asked when Astarion didn't elaborate. She felt kind of lost in this matter and the fact that Astarion, who was the actual vampire spawn, looked lost about it too wasn't helpful.

He just shrugged but his eyes were on her neck, as if he didn't see anything else since she told him she could drink from her. "Cazador always had people's blood."

"Okay... okay, then let's try it..." Before she could think it too much, Sasha offered him her forearm. “It doesn't have to be the neck, does it? There's an artery there." She said when Astarion didn't move. "Just… Remember I'm not a pig or a rabbit, so drink only enough to feel better…"

"Oh... Oh, yeah, right…" Astarion muttered before holding her arm, seeming very much taken by surprise by her actions.  "Just a taste I promise," he said eyeing her arm and swallowing already, but instead of bitting he gave her another unsure look.

"It's not a trick," Sasha assured him softly. "I won't hurt you."

Something that wasn't hunger went through Astarion's eyes, gone as fast as it had come, as he lowered his head to her arm, grabbing it more firmly now, and then, his fangs pierced in.

The pain was sharp and cold, as if been stabbed by two ice shards, a contrast to the warm blood Sasha felt rushing out, but in seconds her arm was numb, and she wondered if maybe vampire bites somehow had an analgesic or sedative quality to stop victims from reacting.

Astarion drank as if he was starved, and Sasha idly wondered how she tasted before calling herself stupid for wondering such a thing and even caring. 

She'd never ask Astarion...but if the sounds he was making as he eagerly drank were to judge, it seemed it was good. 

Sasha tried to mute it...those sounds were sending something to her belly that she would rather not feel at such a time, thank you very much... And if Astarion realized, she wouldn't see the end to his jokes and teasing, even if he was the one making those damn sounds.

He seemed too lost in her blood to notice anything outside it, though.

Eventually, she began to feel lightheaded. Astarion was drinking too much without stopping, he'd go ahead and kill her if she didn't stop him. Sasha wondered why was she even surprised or why she felt so bitter about it. Should have seen it coming.

"Astarion, enough," she warned him but he didn't acknowledge her, and so she grabbed his hair to force him away, pulling harder when he tried to lower his head back to her arm again.

"You'll kill me." She snapped.

"What, no, I..." Astarion mumbled. He seemed dazed, eyes unfocused, her blood staining his mouth and chin, some of it dribbling from his lip. He had even managed to get some droplets on his nose. "No, I uh... I'm sorry."

"You're not," Sasha scoffed, the feeling of bitterness wouldn't leave her.

"I am," Astarion insisted. He seemed less dazed but still a bit out of himself. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I got carried away, I'm sorry, it's just... That was... Amazing."

He grinned and he should look ridiculous, unsettling even, grinning with his lips smeared in her blood, but somehow Astarion always managed to look beautiful.

Sasha wanted to be mad at him, to snap again, to refute his words when he said he was sorry and hadn't meant it, but she couldn't...she would blame it on the blood loss, the bite, and whatever sedative, mind dumbing powers she'd decided vampire bites had.

"You feel better then?" She asked gruffily.

"Better? I feel incredible!" Astarion chuckled, still grinning. I don't feel hunger, nothing at all... I feel strong, I feel... Happy."

It should sound ridiculous and silly, such a choice of word, but he did seem happy, Sasha didn't think she'd ever seen such a look like that on him. It suited him... 

She wanted to be mad but couldn't, and she didn't want to think that he looked rather cute no matter the blood stains, yet there she was... She would never, ever admit it, not even to herself.

"Okay," Sasha muttered before she looked at her bleeding forearm, she had to take care of that.

"I'm sorry I got carried away, I couldn't help it, Astarion said again and she just nodded curtly. "But, uh... This is a gift, you know? I won't forget it, thank you."

Sasha looked at him at that. Astarion was serious now, and she really wanted to believe that he meant his words, even if the doubt was always there. She nodded again, her expression softer this time.

Without another word, she held a hand over the bleeding wound of her arm, channeling some healing.

"That's a nice trick," Astarion said as he watched her.

"Not a trick."

"Heard Gale calling it that."

Sasha snorted. Gale was nice, he really was, but he did have his slappable moments. "Because sometimes he's a pedantic, full-of-himself wizard, like most."

"Oh? I'll be sure to tell him."

"Of course you will"

"So... What god gives you... This?" Astarion asked as he gestured to her hands. "You never said."

"None."

“None?” Astarion arched an eyebrow at her “I thought you paladins got your powers from gods”

“Most do, but others…we don’t. We get our powers from our oath, if it’s strong enough,” she explained vaguely.

“Oh?” Astarion seemed quite interested in what she was saying. In fact, Sasha didn’t think she’d ever had his full attention like that before, except when he was drinking from her a minute ago.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I know other paladins or clerics like Shadowheart love their gods and get their powers from them but I…I called them for help first, then for vengeance, but none of them answered…” 

Sasha hadn't told this to anyone so why was she telling it to a vampire whom she knew she shouldn't trust, who’d have drained her of her blood if left to his own devices, who laughed at her on a daily basis…She didn't know. “So I took this oath of vengeance by myself and it seems it was strong enough to grant me this powers.”

“Mmmh…” Astarion seemed thoughtful but then he was smirking in that devilish way of him. “Maybe I should take an oath like that too, My wish of vengeance is more than strong enough.”

Sasha didn't know if it was a joke or not, but she snorted anyway. “I'm not sure it'd work, you have to care about helping people get their revenge if they deserve it, even more than you care for your own, like…You have to care for other people.”

“Oh…yeah, it might not work then,” Astarion deadpanned and again, Sasha didn't know if he was joking or not but she couldn't help her chuckle.

For a moment, she chewed on her lip, considering…but she'd already shared more than ever, so…

“Every day I think that maybe the gods don't want me to be a paladin and so that's why they didn't answer, why they don't give me power. “

Astarion scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Who cares why they think, besides, if that were true, then the gods are doing a poor job at stopping you from being a paladin.” 

Sasha didn't say anything to that, but how much did she want to believe him... It was oddly comforting.

There was another moment of silence before Astarion spoke again. 

“I asked all the gods for help too, but none of them answered or helped me either, ” his voice was quiet and hurt, but angry too.

Sasha didn't need to ask about what he was talking about. 

“Cazador was a bastard, wasn't he?” She asked and Astarion scoffed. 

“No… Calling him that would be a compliment. He was much, much worse,” he spat, fangs bared, red eyes aglow with hatred but also pain. 

Astarion hadn't shared much about Cazador and his life under him, and Sasha knew that what he'd told her was barely the surface of the abuse he'd suffered, but it was enough, even without considering how the whole of it was probably much, much worse and horrifying. 

She took a deep breath before facing Astarion, who seemed a bit confused about what was she doing. 

“Astarion… I vow to help you get your vengeance on Cazador.” She delivered it as seriously and confidently as she could. 

Astarion seemed even more confused, then he looked like he was about to do some joke or quip with that nonchalant facade of his, but then he went serious too. 

“Really?” His voice was barely a whisper. 

Sasha nodded. “I swear it.”

There it was, that genuine, soft smile that soon he was masking again. 

“I'm the one killing him.”

Another nod. “Yes, and I'll help you.”

“Thank you,” Astarion whispered before looking away, clearing his throat… Maybe it was enough vulnerability for one night, for both of them. “I suppose we'll have to deal with all this missing archdruid and tadpoles in our brains first…”

“I suppose… And you should clean up my blood from your face before someone wakes up and thinks you murdered someone,” she half-joked. “I'll take watch, come on.” She nodded toward his tent. 

She wasn't sure he got much rest, she'd heard his nightmares last night, but she didn't want to bring it up, not yet, and at least he needed to try to get some rest. 

It seemed Astarion was going to say something, but he changed his mind, just nodding instead. He got up and walked to his tent, and when he looked at her over his shoulder before walking in, Sasha tried to ignore the silly, fluttering feelings in her belly. 

*

NA:

Thanks for taking the time to read this little thing, I love Astarion and I'm rather fond of my tavs, so my brain is always daydreaming about them.

If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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[alchemy-arts-bookstore]

Dark Wood Tarot - by Sasha Graham, art by Abigail Larson

I - The Magician Description: An older woman with long gray hair, wearing a long gown and cloak, stands before an altar. The altar is draped in red; on it are a wand, sword, cup, a deck of cards, and an object that looks like a sand dollar - a white circle with a star in the center. The altar has ‘as above, so below’ carved on it.

The infinity symbol floats over the woman’s head; a swirl of something that looks like dark smoke rises from one end of the altar and curls up around her and into the sky. Behind her are bushes with blooming lilies and some sort of small red blossom - roses? An owl sits on a tree branch nearby.

My thoughts: The lilies are purity and holiness; the owl is wisdom. The wand on the altar is wood, but the Magician holds a longer, smoother wand made of gold, pointing it up at the sky, directing the smoke (the energy), while her other hand points down to where the smoke starts. (Illustrating, ‘as above, so below.’)

The swirl of smoke is the power the Magician is raising with her spell. The sand dollar item is a pentacle, with the star as it appears in nature. The infinity symbol shows the unending nature of the universe, of the soul.

The Magician looks strong, stern, and calm. She knows her power, and claims it unapologetically. She doesn’t doubt herself. Her face and her bearing show wisdom and experience.

What the book says: (edited) A crone stands at a ceremonial table. The Magician stands in a posture of enchantment. She points her right arm to the sky, the spirit world, the place of inspiration and ideas. With her left hand she channels acute energy through her like a lightning rod grounding the electricity to the earth. She is the conduit and literal embodiment of the three worlds we live in: upper (spiritual), middle (material), and lower (subconscious).

Her flowing gray hair symbolizes the Magician’s life experience and wisdom. Her presence keeps her in step with natural magic.

The Magician separated herself from her thoughts (swords), emotions (cups), desires (wands), and the trick of the material world (pentacles). She does not fear the unknown; she embraces it. She knows she is who creates her reality.

The owl is a magical omen, a symbol of clairvoyance and astral projection. Tarot cards are spread across the Magician’s table because tarot is a gateway into the esoteric arts.

Charisma. Dynamic personality. Working wonders. Ability to take action. Purposeful magic. Asserting one’s will over the self. Supreme self-governance. The ability to realize one’s full potential. Activity and intention. Clear and concise goals.

More thoughts: I’m really impressed by the way the artwork of this deck conveys the meanings of each card. I’m only two cards in, and I’m still a tarot beginner, but so far I’ve found that spending a little time studying Larson’s artwork will give me a pretty fair understanding of the symbolism of the card. It’s a fascinating change from Rider-Waite.

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felt inspired by one of vinnie's recent arts and had to write a little sasharcy piece because... i care them very much thanks

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Her favorite cape is torn. 

Well, calling it her favorite cape when they’re all the same is… not entirely correct, and yet Marcy had only sewn pockets into one of her capes– the one she had been wearing for most of her time with her friends. Sure, she has others, but she had only had the time and nervous energy to add pockets to that one cape, so it was, by default, her favorite. 

And now it’s torn straight through the middle, burnt at the edges. 

This is fine, Marcy tells herself, staring down at the cape in her hands. I’m just being silly. I have other capes. I don’t even need a cape, do I? I mean, this isn’t some fun fantasy anymore… I don’t need a cape right now. 

Yet she can’t move, staring transfixed at the spot where her cape is torn down the middle. If she concentrates hard enough, she think she can see the fire of the sword ripping through fabric, through flesh, through everything, taking out her last chance at atonement with it. 

“Marmar?” 

There is something heartbreaking in the way her stomach drops at the name, orange crowding around her vision before her brain catches up and realizes that the voice isn’t Andrias’s, isn’t The Core’s– it’s Sasha, and Sasha’s hands are gently holding Marcy’s wrists, and that means surely she can see the torn cloak too, right? 

Marcy trembles, but she forces a smile anyways. “Oh. Hi Sasha.” 

“You’ve been staring at this thing for like, twenty minutes now,” Sasha says, and while her tone is amused, her eyes are sad and far away. She must be thinking about it too, Marcy thinks. “Or longer, that’s just when I came back from letting General Yunan treat me. Are you…” 

She doesn’t finish the sentence, and Marcy doesn’t really expect her to. Sasha doesn’t ask people if they’re okay, just like she rarely apologizes for her actions even when they have negative consequences. It’s a fact of life; Sasha is the type of person to assume people are okay even after a scolding, and continue on like nothing happened. Marcy had admired that about her once, because she could never have that courage, no matter how much she tried to copy it. 

“I wish I knew why he did it,” she says, answering the silent question. “But I don’t want to ask him, so I guess I will never know. It’s… funny, a little bit, isn’t it? That despite it all, we’re still here?” 

“Not funny,” Sasha says quickly, and she’s frowning at the cape dubiously. “Marcy, you can’t wear that one, it’s damaged.” 

I noticed, thanks, Marcy thinks dryly– but she doesn’t dare say so out loud. 

“I was taught how to sew by… while I was with the toads. Let me patch it up for you first?” And maybe there’s a quiet apology in the offer, because while Marcy doesn’t doubt that Sasha now knows how to sew, she can’t think of any other reason why Sasha would volunteer to patch up her cape. 

“Uh,” she answers, very smartly. 

“Here, you can just borrow mine in the meantime.” Sasha, who had only just gotten her cape back from Grime after they had both gone to be checked up for injuries, unclips it, her cheeks flushed red as she drapes the furry monstrosity over Marcy’s shoulders. 

It’s… warm. Fluffy. Not as scratchy of a texture Marcy had thought it’d be for a cape made entirely of fur, she almost wants to bury herself into it instead. It reminds her of something out of some animated fantasy movie, but she can’t quite put her finger on it– nevertheless, it’s… a decent, not brutally torn cape. 

“Wow,” she blinks, and her face is burning up now– she has to resist the urge to bury it into the cape. “Thanks, Sash.” 

“Hey, no problem,” Sasha smiles, though it’s strained, and she quickly looks away. “Now come on, don’t wanna keep Anne waiting.” 

“Right, right.” Marcy hesitates, and then commits, reaching for Sasha’s hand. Sasha lets it happen, holding the torn cape tucked underneath her other arm, and it’s out of Marcy’s sight so she doesn’t have to think about it anymore, and she smiles to herself. 

And if she leans a little bit too heavily into Sasha’s side so that Sasha’s forced to readjust the cape and hold Marcy’s back instead to keep her upright… well, she has her reasons. 

#kasey writes stuff #amphibia spoilers #amphibia s3 spoilers #marcy wu #sasha waybright #sasharcy #tumblr gets a little coda that just didnt fit in my twitter screenshots lmao #anyways the sasharcy nation got fed last week #had to hop on the brainworms before my bday trip hahaha

[happybird16]

Okay that last post got me thinking: What would the AOT characters quirks be in the BNHA universe.

Thoughts below the cut:

Levi: Something giving him superhuman agility, strength and speed. He can basically fly the way he hops between buildings at lightening speed. Uses swords as support weapons. Was originally an underground hero, working with Isabel and Farlan. Got into a really bad fight against a villain and Erwin showed up last minute, after they had already died and the villain was left bleeding everywhere by Levi’s blades. Erwin recruited him to his team, so now Levi is (reluctantly) the country’s #1 hero, right in the lime light.

Erwin: Some sort of battle IQ. Gives him statistics on everyone’s abilities the moment he lays eyes on them, along with probabilities based on their surroundings. Was only an up-and-coming hero when he ran into Levi, barely in the 100’s, but now he’s firmly at #2.

Hange: They can see into your biological nature, though sometimes it requires skin contact for them to get a full picture. (They can even tell you if your diets lacking.) This gives them complete insight into how a quirk works and any potential weaknesses. Originally wanted to be hero support, using their quirk to build various suits and equipment to match each hero’s specific biology, but Erwin convinced them otherwise. (They hypothesize he has a secret second quirk that makes him very persuasive.) They’re now #3.

Miche: Sharp nose, obviously. Maybe some sort of bloodhound-like quirk. He can use a small bit of someone’s scent to hunt them down.

Eren: Titan, obviously. Basically his whole family has the same quirk, but he’s the first to want to use it for good. (Maybe…if he doesn’t get corrupted)

Zeke: Also Titan, though he’s not exactly… good.

Mikasa: Very similar to Levi, though her quirk grants her a bit less flight and a tad more speed. It’s immediately apparent that they’re related.

Armin: Here comes the Sun. Ya’ boys basically a nuke. Has a huge drawback of basically knocking him out after, not to mention the mental toll. Only used as a last resort, he intends to become a purely rescue hero. Wants to save people from burning buildings and being buried in rubble. He fear the day he’ll get called on to actually use his quirk in a fight.

Sasha: Some sort of super hearing. Extremely fine tuned to that she can hear a pin drop from a mile away. She’s the best for recon.

Connie: Distraction. He’s really good at getting the undivided attention of whomever he wants. He typically uses comedy, but literally anything he says can get a villain to follow him. May or may not use it on his friends occasionally, but doesn’t always mean to.

Jean: Leadership. As long as he exudes confidence, those around him do too. It bolsters the quirks of others around him, reflecting back to make him physically stronger for everyone who believes in him. The same holds true for doubt, though, making him weaker in turn.

Reiner: Some sort of hardening quirk, obviously. Maybe a bit of self healing mixed in, making him basically un-killable (even though he’d like that sometimes)

Annie: Mimic. Since that’s technically the female titans actual ability. She has to touch someone first, but she completely mimic their fighting style from that point on. When she’s super stressed she can even use a bit of their quirks.

#these are just off the top of my head #if anyone else has any thoughts feel free to pile on #myaothcs #aot hcs #bnha crossover #attack on titan #Levi Ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #zeke jaeger #jean kirstein #sasha braus #connie springer #miche zacharias #aot #snk #bnha

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#sashanneweek: swords 🗡

sharing your most precious belonging to your most precious person ❤

#something something the meaning that sasha's swords hold to her something something the way that she trusts anne with her weapon- #something the sword being an extention of sasha herself something connection- #ANYWAYS I am crazy and this concept. too much. #this specific scenario of sasha sharing her sword with anne and the intimacy this actions holds has been in my mind for far too long #this sashanne week prompt came only to tempt me #and i said fuck it! lets do it! #my art #amphibia #anne boonchuy #amphibia anne #anne amphibia #sasha waybright #sasha amphibia #amphibia sasha #sashanne #dante's art

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I'm having the horrible realization that Aleksander never actually did any serious wooing of Alina in the books. It's all just Alina her self being horny attracted to him. But this is supposedly???? His grand scheme???? Of manipulation???? Implications! It seems like the girls in these books wasn't the only one slut shamed. I'm- ☠

Leigh wrote a man sexy and captivating and said "it's his fault, actually, that Alina got a crush on him. He shouldn't of.... uh.." Flips through papers. "Ah, had such pretty eyes."

Okay! 👀Yes, we are finally doing this!

I'm flipping through my copy of Shadow & Bone and noting down all the interactions between the Darkling and Alina which I've put in chronological order beneath the cut.

First of all, the Darkling and Alina are only alone together in about a handful of scenes. Most of the time, the are surrounded by other Grisha or Baghra or are in a public place. A lot of the Darkling's actions and words are clouded by Alina's own insecurities. She constantly voices how she feels like she's not good enough, not pretty enough, not strong enough and he takes it in stride and gently encourages and placates her. There are a few lies he does tell her (that the Black Heretic was his ancestor, that he wants to destroy the Fold, and he doesn't know what Baghra's power is, etc) but if we extrapolate the trajectory of her ill-fated romance arc, I think even book!Darkling would have told Alina about his real plans if she seemed like she'd accept them.

A lot of speculation has been made about the Darkling's seduction of Alina and honestly???? Aleksander literally just exists and Alina is thirsting for him because she's desperately looking for validation and re-assurance. I initially head-canoned his first kiss by the lake as being pure calculation and the kiss at the Winter Fete being 100% accidental (because Dark Lord Sasha played himself lmao) but on this re-read, I don't even know anymore. He already came close to almost kissing her after they have a tender moment, catches himself and then immediately leaves before he can catch feelings. Then when they share another tender moment at the lake, he kisses her and then is surprised by it and before he can really process it, Ivan comes by to cockblock.

Like, even Leigh (as much as she has shit on this ship) said at one point that the Darkling has strong feelings for Alina, even if he may not necessarily quantify them as love. So looking back, I don't read anything the Darkling did as manipulative seduction. He obviously lied about some stuff and wasn't transparent about his real plans for the Fold, but as a military commander who sees Alina as an opportunity for a coup, it makes sense that he'd play that a little close to the chest---especially when Alina has proved to be wary of his powers and has a very black-and-white sense of morality. If anything, this is less "the Darkling seduced Alina to manipulate her into being used!!11" and more "local dark lord tried to encourage his protege and accidentally caught feelings and it was a mASSIVE FUCKING INCONVENIENCE TO HIS EVIL PLANS"

But you know who does slut-shame Alina a lot? Baghra. Seriously, Baghra makes Alina feel like shit for her crush on the Darkling numerous times. She has all these lines:

"You want to be [his pet]...Don’t bother lying to me. You’re like all the rest. I saw the way you looked at him."

"Dreaming of dancing with your dark prince?"

"Foolish girl." (After Alina shamefully admits the Darkling might come to her that night)

At one point Baghra creeps on Alina and the Darkling's interactions and even though literally nothing happens between them and when the Darkling leaves, Alina catches Baghra giving her a snooty look. ("For no reason at all, I blushed")

She is determined to shame Alina for her feelings and make her feel like a lovesick idiot for daring to crush on him and this is in addition to all the slut-shaming Mal does. The narrative revealing the Darkling is the bad guy all along while leaving Alina no compelling arc to discover this on her own feels very much like Leigh hitting us all with Baghra's stick, like "Foolish girls! You thought he cared about Alina just because he has a sexy jawline??? HAHA HE LIED YOU SLUTS"

Scenes with Alina and the Darkling in Book 1

Their first scene together is in the Grisha tent. Based on Alina's description of him, she already thinks he's hot as barely any other character in this godforsaken series gets so many descriptions of their grey/smoke/slate/quartz eyes as Aleksander does 😏

The next time they're together he saves her life. Alina is traumatized from seeing a man sliced in half and the Darkling instructs her to keep her eyes on him instead. She is disturbed that he killed the person about to murder her and this aversion seems incredibly contrived and arbitrary on behalf of the author. It's almost like she wants Alina to be vindicated and shamed for not trusting her initial bigotry against him or something 🤔The Darkling admits even he can make mistakes and then he touches the back of Alina's neck (with some secret Heartrender/Healer abilities?) and she falls asleep riding on his horse.

They spend the next few days traveling. Alina notes that the Darkling hasn't spoken to her (probably because he's focused on getting her to the Little Palace without any more assassination attempts) but Alina is a paranoid she's offended him somehow. Again, this is just Alina's insecurity painting a narrative that simply doesn't exist based on what actually happened so far.

They exchange a few words by the stream and Alina fishes for pity points by saying she's ugly and can't possibly be Grisha. Aleksander appears 100% done with her stupidity and says she doesn't understand but he's not in the mood to explain at the moment and walks off ☠️

Alina joins the Darkling and his men for a meal. She notes that the grouse they've killed is meager shared meal but that the Darkling doesn't want to put his men in danger by sending them out to hunt in the forest at night 😌He also sits on the floor to eat like they do and he doesn't take more than the regular portion than they do 😌. Sorry, how is this man the most ~evil~ wizard on the planet? He is obviously a good and fair commander and beloved by the Grisha.

Alina has been checking Aleksander out the entire time so when he catches her, he walks over to talk. He fishes around for information on what Alina has heard about him. He seems sad when Alina mentions she has heard that Darklings are born without souls, though not surprised. He then spins the story about the Black Heretic being his ancestor and how the Fold was a mistake and how every Darkling since then has tried to undo it and how Alina is "the first glimmer of hope" he's had in a long time.

Because Alina is still on that "Grisha are unnatural monsters" agenda, she asks him about the Cut and he explains it but she's still distrubed. He asks her if it would have been better if he used a sword and she replies: "I don't know". The Darkling gets offended and leaves. Alina tries to convince herself she can't have possibly hurt his feelings (because Darklings don't have souls or feelings?) and then feels paranoid that she's failed some secret test. Yeah, the test you failed is called "empathy", Alina 🙄

Two days later, they arrive at Os Alta. Aleksander roasts the Grand Palace as the ugliest effing building he's ever seen. He leaves immediately after dumping Alina at the Little Palace and Alina actually seethes that he isn't paying more attention to her? I understand that it's overwhelming to go to a brand new place, but Alina expecting him to constantly hold her hand and explain everything to her after she basically insulted him is a bit strange.

The next time Alina sees the Darkling, they are scheduled to appear before the King and Queen. The demonstration is a surprise for Alina and Aleksander's lack of transparency of what's expected of her means she's forced to rely on him and trust his instincts. This might be his underhanded way of getting Alina to see that she can trust him; that he will not make her look like a failure or humiliate her; that they are in this together and it will only work if she trusts him.

After the demonstration, Genya and the Darkling trash the monarchy for a bit (Alina is horrified) and then the Darkling orders Genya to get a black kefta for Alina, to which Alina infamously wants a blue one. The Darkling doesn't really put up much of a fight, merely wanting to know why. Alina decides he doesn't approve of her choosing blue and wonders to Genya if he's angry.

After Alina's first day, the Darkling calls her to his quarters to ask her how her day was. Alina is surprised that this is all he wanted to know because she was paranoid he was going to torture her??? She says: "Why shouldn't I be afraid of you?...You can cut people in half. I think it's fair to be a little intimidated." If the Darkling is offended or angry about this, he doesn't show it and merely indulges her. He notes that she has a habit of running her hand across a scar on her palm and asks her about it, tracing the scar himself. Alina gets distracted by his touch but manages to answer his questions: she got the scar at Keramzin, Mal is also an orphan, he is good at tracking. He shows her a secret passage back to her rooms to avoid the main hall.

Alina starts her training and at one point laments that the Darkling is rarely at the Little Palace and when he is, he never speaks to her or barely looks her way and she is convinced it's because she's a failure and can't summon light on her own. It could also be because, you know, he's the commander of the Second Army and is usually seen in talks with other military advisors and the fact that Alina kinda lowkey insulted him with her wariness about his powers???

The next time they are together, Alina interrupts him and Baghra arguing. He politely asks her how she is. Baghra antagonizes her. The Darkling defends her. They talk about amplifiers and because Baghra is being a snarky little shit about it, they take their conversation outside.

Aleksander complains about how annoying his mom is and then asks Alina what stories she's heard about Morozova's herd. At one point he laughs for the first time and Alina practically creams her pants at the sound. Alina expresses her concerns that she can't summon any light and the Darkling says he's not worried and it will happen when it happens and worse case scenario, it will happen once she has the stag. They have a quiet intimate moment, gazing softly into each other's eyes and then suddenly Aleksander realizes he's catching feelings and steps back suddenly like "GoodLuckWithYourLessonsOKayBYE". Baghra watches this interaction from her hut and gives Alina a slut-shaming look.

Alina eventually does learn to summon light on her own. Baghra gives her grief about how it's not enough. The Darkling shows up during one of these lessons and says as much. Alina says she's useless. The Darkling corrects her (“I don't think you're useless, Alina....No Grisha is powerful enough to face the Fold. Not even me”) and then he apologizes for letting her down ("I've asked you to trust me and I haven't delivered"). He wonders if his mother is right and he's crazy to hunt the stag. They have a nice bonding moment, Aleksander lies about Baghra's power, and then he asks if Alina would think him crazy for still wanting to find the stag. She asks why he cares what she thinks, he seems genuinely surprised himself that he cares. Then he kisses her. He seems not to have meant to kiss her because then Ivan shows up for his 5 o'clock shift of cockblocking and the Darkling immediately pretends like nothing happened and walks away with him. Like dude is acting like a fucking dork who's allergic to feelings at this point. I should note here that Alina practically has an orgasm from how giddy she is about this moment. She can barely think of anything else.

The next time they're together, it's at the Winter Fete. They do their demonstration and Alina accidentally reveals her insecurities about how he had kissed her and then disappeared. He responds, "Did you really think I was done with you?" and then they enjoy some steamy kisses and thigh grabbing in an empty room before a random round of Grisha show up for their 6 o'clock shift of cockblocking. Aleksander is annoyed at his own attraction to Alina. He asks if he can come to her that night but Alina doesn't get a chance to respond.

and then the Darklina romance arc falls off a giant cliff and dies a terrible death 😭😭😭

#viv answers #god this ended up being so long WOW #i had a lot of feelings i guess #cw: purity culture #sab meta #grisha discourse #darklina #viv metas

[iwantescapism13]

Dark Marcy : Do you know that I longed for you, Anna Banana?

Anne : ...!

Dark Marcy : And interestingly, it seems that you do too. That pained look in your eyes when you saw me in this form... *chuckles* I mean something to you, don't I? You miss me.

Anne : That goes without saying.

Dark Marcy : And yet... you left me for your pathetic frog family. A long time has passed but you didn’t even appear up until now. Seems like... you weren’t desperate enough. I didn't take you to be a liar, Anna Banana. You claim to care. But you really don’t, do you?

Anne : *clenches fists* Don't you dare say that. Especially in Marcy's voice. You have no idea what I've been through. I spent every waking moment trying to find a way back here.

Dark Marcy : You're joking, right? Admit it... you wanted to stay on Earth. You don't want the responsibilities pushed upon you by fate or destiny. You're just a little child. Your efforts were not for me and Sash. They were for your found family. Because you know we can fend for ourselves. Because somewhere deep inside, you know we deserve our comeuppance.

Anne : ...

Sprig : *whispers* Any luck there?

Sasha : *grunts, trying to escape from the hold* Don't rush me, frog.

Sprig : *whispers* We've got to help Anne. Marcy seems to be whispering something to her and she looks so distressed. What do you think she's saying?

Sasha : *continues trying to escape* She's probably confessing to Anne or something. I don't care. God... this thing is really tight.

Sprig : Wait, what...?

Dark Marcy : You hate us, Anna Banana. I bet you hate ME even more. For taking you away from your normal, meaningless life. For letting you almost die countless of times.

Anne : ...

Sprig : *shouts* Marcy... likes Anne?! Say whaaaaaaat?!

Anne : ...?!

Dark Marcy : ...?

Sasha : S-Shut it, Sprig!

- the shock causes the mechanical arms' hold to loosen on Sprig. He was able to escape with a little bit of wiggle -

Sprig : I'm out! I'm out!

- Sprig wanted to help Sasha but the CloakBots noticed and began to attack him, chasing him away. The rest of the Plantars, Grime, and Yunan all try to protect Sprig. Sasha almost freed herself but the commotion caused the mechanical arms to tighten on her again -

Sasha : Agh!

Dark Marcy : Nuisance.

- while Dark Marcy's body was turned, Anne noticed the loose grip of the mechanical arm on her back, so she broke free and rushed over to destroy the mechanical arms that were bounding Sasha -

Sasha : Thanks, Anne. Now, how do we--

Anne : Listen, Sasha...

Sasha : ...?

Anne : I only have 2 minutes left.

Sasha : ...what?

Anne : Make sure that the Plantars are safe. Don't hurt them. Please.

Sasha : W-What are you talking about?! Anne! ANNE!

- Sasha failed to catch up to Anne as several CloakBots surrounded her -

Dark Marcy : I admire your persistence, Anna Banana. Truly, I do. *takes out King Andrias’ flaming sword* 

- Dark Marcy swings forward and Anne stops it with her hands -

Dark Marcy : But I'm afraid this is the end for you. Soon, you'll faint and you won't be able to protect all of us. Oh I'm such a poor, sweet, innocent human... I only wanted to have fun. To play. To escape. I--

Anne : I am going to get her out of... whatever the heck you are. You DO NOT speak for her. She's smart. She's much more capable than I ever thought. She has grown. She's no longer the clumsy, klutzy person I once knew. You're right that she can take care of herself. Because she's Marcy Wu. My best friend since kindergarten. The smartest person I've ever known...

- Anne swiftly swats away the sword and leans closer to Dark Marcy, their foreheads making contact -

Dark Marcy : What in the...?!

- Anne's and Dark Marcy's bodies are engulfed with the same blue aura of the 'Heart' powers -

Marcy : What's--

Anne : Marcy!

Marcy : Anne...?! Anne! Anne!!

- Anne and Marcy hug each other -

Marcy : *pulls away* You're here...! With me...! In the mindscape?! B-But how?! Ooh~ is it because of your powers? *raises her hand to fiddle with Anne's hair*

Anne : *gently takes Marcy's hand away and smiles* Quit it, Mar-Mar.

Marcy : *tears appear* Anne... Anne... I'm so glad you're here! I'm... I'm so, so, sorry for everything. I want to let you know that--

Anne : *puts a finger on Marcy's lips to shut her up* Save it for later. We have to deal with this first.

- The Core towers over them -

The Core : Fascinating. Truly, truly fascinating. As expected of the 'Heart'. It wants what it wants.

Anne : *stands in front of Marcy to protect her*

Marcy : *tugs at Anne's arm* Anne... you've got to get out of here! In this mindscape, The Core is absolute. It might not even let you out. And wait... has it been 3 minutes yet? *gasps* No! I'm not gonna let you die! But... But what do I do... oh no, oh no, oh no... are you gonna die here...?! Agh! Why am I so stupid right now?!

- all of The Core's eyes brighten -

The Core : Oh, look at what you've done now, holder of 'Heart'. You made me powerful than before. IN CONTROL than before.

- in the panel, Dark Marcy grabs onto Anne's shoulders, intending to push her away -

The Core : You've lost, host. ALL of you.

- The Core summons several mechanical arms from the floor -

The Core : But you're valuable, holder of 'Heart'. I should keep you here. You certainly make the host feel a certain way.

- 4 mechanical arms attempts to reach Anne, but it was blocked by one of the columns with the buttons. It is bigger this time, creating a makeshift wall -

Anne : ...Marcy!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Final

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #dark marcy theory #marcanne #marcy wu #anne savisa boonchuy #sasha waybright #i will explain further at the end of the series #why certain things happen #i have edited this part as i realized that i have an inconsistency with the way dark marcy talks #apologies that type of dialogue should only be for the core #it was just so fun to write that kind of dialogue

[maldito-arbol]

Kasey made me do it so I finished the tiny sasharcy angst ficlet I wrote in *checks notes* MAY 2021??!!!!?? Jesus Christ now u know how long things sit in my docs. And by ‘finished’ i mean I literally wrote like two more lines why was this so hard back then. Okay ANYway enjoy my old writing I didn’t feel like editing much.

TW for Major Character Death(s) and Marcy Harm oops

Sasha couldn’t quite process what was in front of her.

One minute, she and Grime were fighting with sword and warhammer desperately, fruitlessly, against the massive form that was King Andrias, and then his tail was swinging right into her field of vision just before she found herself sent flying into a nearby pillar, sudden explosions of pain blooming both from her front and back. And she knew she had to shake it off, had to get back to the fray, but when she clumsily lifted herself onto her feet and attempted to adjust her eyes to the spinning room, she realized it was too late.

“Now, look what you made me do.”

She couldn’t tell if she detected remorse there, or if he was once again defaulting to manipulating her friend, but the sword in Marcy’s chest was never supposed to be there, searing through her flesh, her heart, her very bones. It didn’t belong. Yet he put it there anyway.

It took but a fraction of a second for Marcy to peer down and understand what had just pierced through her completely and entirely, but once she did, she apologized. To Anne, to Sasha, to all of them, really, for simply acting out of selfish wishes—something Sasha knew all too well. She could hear her voice crack, break into pieces as she just barely managed to squeeze the words out, as her body fell limp and hit the ground with an audible thud, and Sasha lost the ability to breathe.

Anne disappearing into the portal barely even registered in her brain as she fumbled to sheathe her swords and half-run, half-drag herself to her now motionless best friend. Neither did she notice Grime also back on his feet and fighting Andrias, nor Yunan joining him now, horrified at his betrayal. The entire rest of the world faded away into nothing, and only the image of Marcy’s bleeding, dying form remained.

“Marcy!”

Marcy’s eyes cracked open when Sasha put a shaking hand on her shoulder, and a tiny wave of relief washed over her. She was alive. At least for now.

“S-Sasha…” she mumbled, attempting to crack a wobbly smile. “So you were right. All along.”

“Yeah, but only this time,” Sasha told her, her own voice cracking. “And I couldn’t even stop that guy. Look what he’s done to you.” She tried not to let her eyes wander over the hideous, gaping hole in her friend, but they moved without her consent anyway. It was horrifying. She thought it would be no matter how many times she looked at it.

“I know.” Marcy’s voice was faded, exhausted and deeply pained. Sasha could hardly imagine what kind of agony was roiling around in her small 13-year-old body now. “It’s my fault,” she rasped a little desperately, more tears welling up in her eyes. “I trusted him. Even when all the red flags were there, I ignored them. And worse, the only reason we even got here in the first place was because of me.” She coughed roughly, wetly, because blood had made its way up her throat and now spilled upon her lip.

“Marcy.” Sasha’s grip on her tightened, and she pulled her closer, cradling her fragile form close with one hand wrapped around her back and the other holding the side of her head off the ground. Seeing her friend like this, seeing her unable to even look up at Sasha without assistance, stirred her heart painfully so. “It’s okay. You were scared, and you made a mistake. We all do that sometimes.” She reassured her, because she didn’t know what else to do. Because she didn’t care about what Marcy did anymore, all she cared about was her life now, the life that was slowly sapping away, that was stolen from her by someone she deemed a father figure.

“But I put you both in danger,” she went on, the beginnings of hysterics dripping through her voice. Maybe she was in shock, or maybe she was just feeling the entire weight of her decision pressing down on her wound just as harshly as the sword. “You could’ve died here. And all I could think about was myself and how lonely I’d be.”

Sasha scoffed sadly. “And which one of us three hasn’t? I’m so scared of losing you guys I tried to kill Anne’s family.” She wiped away the streak of blood on Marcy’s lip with a thumb. “It’s okay, Marcy. We’d all do crazy stuff for each other.”

A tiny giggle broke free, Sasha could feel the rumble beneath her hand as she brushed it along her neck. “Yeah, I guess. Think I went overboard though. I mean, really? That was my grand idea? Trap my friends in a different dimension I had no way of knowing existed?” She had to pause to catch her breath this time, but even it was fading, her voice growing smaller.

“Marcy,” Sasha said her name again, softly, and she moved her hand to settle on Marcy’s cheek again. “It’s okay.”

Her friend leaned into her hand, at least as much as she could muster, and Sasha felt the effort it took for her to even breathe. She’d gone pale, sickly, like the pain was simply so great she hadn’t the strength to even scream. “It hurts,” she mumbled, and Sasha’s heart only continued to sink. Obviously. Of course a wound like that would, but maybe she wasn’t quite registering it in her brain that Marcy was dying. Because that’s what happens when you lose your life, right? You die.

“I’m sorry, Mar-mar,” she apologized, because that was all she could do. Because there was nothing she could do to ease her pain.

“How much longer do I have?” She went on, strained, aching. “A wound like that…kills very fast.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Sasha blurted, her hold on Marcy tightening. She was still in denial. Marcy was not dying, she was just hurt, and any hurt could be fixed with a bit of hospital time and a giant bandaid, right? “You can’t. We’re supposed to be together, the three of us forever.”

Marcy’s eyes met hers, half-lidded and dangerously close to shutting for good. “It’s impossible,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, Sash. I really am, but I…” the first tear finally slid out of her eye, ran down her cheek slowly, and it broke Sasha’s heart all over again. “I wanted it so bad I ended up destroying our chances of staying together.” More tears followed, and a sob bubbled up with her next shallow breath. “It’s not fair. All I ever wanted was you.”

In a moment of hysteria, of impulse and frantic emotion, Sasha turned Marcy’s face with her hand just a little, just enough so she could lean down and press her lips to Marcy’s, trembling but full of desperation. Marcy’s were cold by this point, but she gasped quietly at the gesture, shocked but not at all offended.

“Sash—” she began, but Sasha pulled her ever closer, curled her arms around her, and Marcy shut up fast, relaxing in her arms without complaint. Maybe it would help distract her from the pain she felt. That was all Sasha could hope for.

She released Marcy when she felt her shiver, and she realized she was almost gone.

“I love you, Mar-mar,” she breathed hastily, terrified that she might’ve messed this up, but instead Marcy was smiling through the tears still pouring down her face. Maybe she’d gotten something right for once in her life.

“I love you too, Sash.” And it was so quiet, so faded Sasha could just barely hear it. “I’m…sorry.”

Sasha brushed her thumb across Marcy’s cheek, affectionate, reassuring. “I told you it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize anymore. Please, Marcy.” And she finally felt the beginnings of a full on mental breakdown rising up her chest, starting with her very first sob coupled with water spilling upon her own cheeks. “Please, stay with me.”

“I want to,” Marcy rasped, and her arm moved, slowly, shaking with the effort, reaching, until Sasha finally understood and moved her own to grab it. “I want to so much it hurts.”

Sasha rested her forehead against Marcy’s. “But I don’t want it to hurt,” she practically whimpered. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to. You don’t have to hang on just for me.” Even if letting Marcy go was the absolute last thing Sasha wanted, she couldn’t shake the guilt that her friend was suffering just to appease her.

It would be better…if she’s released as soon as possible. And tragically, this time, that meant death.

Another tiny hiccup broke from Marcy’s throat. “Kiss me again?”

She nodded at once and obeyed, hand still cupped around her friend’s cheek, and she hoped Marcy could feel her warmth through the lips brushing gently against hers. She lingered there, felt Marcy’s hand curl around her own, felt Marcy trying so hard to lean up into the sensation, and she obliged by pulling her close again.

Don’t push yourself. Don’t hurt yourself anymore. Leave it all to me. I’ll give you everything I can, and if this is what you want now, then by frog I’ll make sure you have it.

She tilted her head to accommodate Marcy’s need for proximity, rubbed her thumb against the hand still in her own, and she felt her heart slipping out, the understanding that this was it finally beginning to hit her.

Oh, Marcy. I don’t know if I can go on without you.

And suddenly, the tiny breaths she’d felt from Marcy’s end between the kiss…stopped.

Sasha’s eyes opened, she pulled away just an inch to peer at her friend’s face. Despite the vacancy of life, she was still smiling softly.

Gone, her Marcy was gone. But Sasha could still hold her in her arms here, still study her smile until it was burned into her memory, still pretend as though she had more minutes left before she was truly gone.

If Andrias was standing behind her this time, flaming sword raised, Grime and the others somewhere on the same cold tile floor several meters away, that didn’t matter.

#amphibia #sasharcy #mal writes #oops #i never posted this cause I felt like it’s been written a million times already #but hey it’s kinda cool seeing my old stuff again #this was way before we knew about the Marcy possession shit #and I was like ‘nah I’m just gonna kill her’ #but i wanted to write sasharcy at the same time lmao #the gay yearning #i also want u to know i was thinking about this fic while writing the ibybf finale #:)

[nexstage]

A little gift for my great mutual, @borkthemork. Your 48 Years AU inspired me to write this, especially Sasha and Kamon's relationship. So wholesome! Hope you like it!

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Unexpected

Life was surprising, turbulent sometimes but still surprising, and for someone like Sasha, there's no doubt that it would never stop baffling her no matter how well-prepared she was.

Amphibia not only forced her to see the worst of herself and rebuild her entire worldview and set of values, every jagged piece that she considered, rather naively and stubbornly, a perfect step in her path from scratch, her experiences in another world also hardened her. Sharper, more alert, distrustful and cynical. She went from an arrogant girl with no idea of how things worked around her to a wiser but jaded veteran.

You could say that even her own shadow was on her black list whenever she scrutinize everything, both people and stuff like a tireless watchman.

However, the only one who got to see her soft side, besides her best friends, was the energetic toddler playing with a Lego set. Kamon, Anne's only child.

If anyone had told her that one day she would be babysitting one of her best friend's children, she would've ignored them. Today, though, with countless experiences and burdens on her mind, as frenzy as a train running wild, she couldn't care less knowing that hypothetical situation had become true when she was mesmerized by another one: that Kamon, of all people, Kamon, this little bundle of energy looked up to her.

I mean, she had to be dreaming. She was dreaming, right? Her nightmares were proof enough to show her and scream to the four winds why this was insane on such a level that not even the word 'madness' could suffice.

The Toad Tower incident; Percy and Braddock being put in danger and then leaving; that fateful day on Andrias' castle. Heck, all those years bullying her friends, especially Anne, instead of being a good friend, a decent person.

A dark part of her mind wondered how things would be if Kamon knew half the stuff her worst, old self had done years ago. Or how would he react if Anne had told him, in a parallel universe, how far Sasha had fallen and how much that affected his mother when she was young? She bet she would be forgiven to even glance at the kid right now and Anne would shove a Restrictive Order to her face.

If the universe or whatever deity up there was messing with her, making her enjoy the company of the charismatic kid until the illusion fell apart without her being able to stop it, then they were doing a good job.

Or perhaps this was a test. To see if she could take care of Kamon without fucking things up. To see if someone like her could protect such a pure and precious thing as the kid was with the same hands that used to hurt and destroy, filthy and savage as they were.

And still, despite how messed up she was, Kamon never stopped following her around, with shining eyes filled with adoration. For frog's sake, even Sprig was jealous that Sasha was Kamon's favorite and not him.

The blonde pondered if the universe has a catch stored on its sleeves because she still couldn't believe it.

"Auntie, look!" 5-year-old Kamon broke her train of thoughts by showing her a crude Lego statue he had built. It looked like it was holding something. "It's you!"

"Me?" She asked.

"Yeah, you!" He answered with a bright smile. "With a super sword, like a superhero!"

A wave of warmth and gratitude enveloped her as she returned the smile and ruffled his hair. "Thanks, kiddo. It's wonderful."

Yeah, life always had a way to surprise Sasha, and maybe there was a slight chance the universe was pranking her with how delightful this babysitting day was like any other, but as Kamon showed her his other Lego projects and talked about them, she didn't mind at all.

#Gift for a mutual #Amphibia #48 Years AU #Sasha Waybright #Kamon #Amphibia AU #Marcanne AU

[animationnut]

Of Broken Spirits and Renewed Hope

Spoilers for True Colors.

Rating: K+ Summary: Three human girls arrived in Amphibia. Only one made it back home. Note: If Google has any degree of accuracy, นางฟ้า is Thai for angel.

“Home.”

Anne felt her vocal cords vibrate in her throat, felt her tongue curve around the syllable of the word, felt her lips as they moved to accommodate her vocal cords and her tongue. But she was speaking from instinct, not intent, as her brain swam in a haze of mixed colours—green, pink and blue, and the orange glow of a blazing sword—

Anne could feel herself wavering on the edge, practically see the black abyss threatening to swallow her whole, but three harsh coughs interrupted her dark spiral.

“What’s that smell?” rasped Polly, covering her nose as she wheezed. Her gags racked her small form and Hop Pop quickly whipped a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to cover Polly’s face.

The buzzing in Anne’s ears stopped and the world exploded with sound and sensation.

Dozens of horns blared from commuters who were impatient and annoyed with traffic that should have been as familiar to them as the back of their hands. Heat seared Anne’s exposed skin as the metal of the vehicle they were lying on burned from the exposure to the Californian sun. Exhaust rose in black clouds, sour and noxious, burning Anne’s nose and making her eyes water.

There was the click of the car door opening and Anne snapped her head around. The portly man gazed blankly at her as his mind struggled to comprehend what he was witnessing. With a boggled expression, he looked between the girl wearing an armoured chest plate and the three large, anthropomorphic frogs sitting next to her.

“Hi,” chirped Anne, managing to sound upbeat and cheerful. “Sorry, dude. We’ll just be on our way.”

“Where did you come from?” he asked. Anne couldn’t identify his dialect, but his accent coupled with the maple leaf-shaped air freshener and his outfit screamed ‘tourist’. “And what the heck are those?”

Sprig opened his mouth, no doubt to introduce himself, but Anne seized the Plantars in a one-arm hold, squeezing just tightly enough for speech to be difficult. “Sorry,” she repeated, using her free hand to snag the strap of her backpack.

She slid down the hood and if it weren’t for months of walking over sticks, stones and hard, uneven ground, the hot asphalt seeping through her worn-out sock might have crumpled her. But she ignored the pain as she swung her bag over her shoulder. The weight of Frobo’s deactivated head nearly sent her sprawling, but she regained her balance and took off running.

She weaved her way through the bumper-to-bumper traffic, climbing over vans and sports cars and SUVs, ignoring the shouts and curses aimed her way by the disgruntled owners. She reached the metal barrier that separated the embankment from the freeway and she hoisted herself over it.

They tumbled down the grassy slope and Anne sprinted through the trees. The sounds of human civilization eventually quieted and Anne halted her sprint when she registered Sprig smacking at her arm.

She quickly let them go and they dropped to the ground. Anne’s knees buckled as the adrenaline drained right out of her. Her mind was a mess of thoughts and her lungs felt like they were going to collapse.

The flaming blade piercing through Marcy’s chest. The stunned expression in Marcy’s eyes, the way all colour faded from her face. The tears that spilled down her cheeks, and the final words that tumbled from her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“I’m sorry. For everything.”

Anne’s agonized scream was promptly choked by the vomit that filled her mouth.

Hop Pop was by her side in an instant, hands gripping her shoulders as she hunched over and hacked into the grass. Her throat burned and her limbs trembled, the sight of Marcy falling lifeless and the sound of Sasha’s horrified howl haunting her.

The sobs that pealed out of her came from somewhere deep inside the girl. They were filled with pure loss and devastation and it echoed amongst the towering trees. Tears poured down Anne’s face, snot leaked from her nose as she cried and her fists pounded into the grass as emotion overcame her.

“Marcy!” she wailed. “Marcy, nooooo! Maaaaarcyyyy!”

Hop Pop wound his arms securely around her neck and pulled her close. Sprig and Polly clung to her, and all of his grandchildren were in a state of grief, tears glimmering on their skin and their small bodies shaking.

Hop Pop swallowed back his own sadness. As traumatizing as it had been to see a child slain in front of his eyes, he had to be strong for his family. He stroked Anne’s hair, patted Sprig and Polly’s heads, and gave comfort not with words but his presence.

Anne cried herself hoarse. When she found she had run out of tears to shed, she weakly sat up and wiped at her face. “It’s not fair,” she said croakily. “Hop Pop, it’s not fair.”

“I know, kiddo. I’m so sorry.” Hop Pop rubbed his thumb gently over Anne’s knuckles.

“She sacrificed herself to save us,” said Sprig, squeezing his eyes shut against the swell of despair. “Her and Sasha.”

Anne gave a distraught moan, her head bowing slightly as the weight of two worlds crushed against her shoulders.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” ordered Hop Pop, and Anne reluctantly lifted her chin. “We don’t know what happened to Sasha. She’s a tough one. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“We don’t know that!” shouted Anne, her voice cracking. “Marcy should have been fine, but she isn’t! She’s dead, and Sasha might be too! This isn’t how it was supposed to go! We were supposed to come home together!”

She began to dry heave, stress and panic and grief clenching tight around her heart and making her feel sick. Hop Pop grabbed her face with both hands and stared steadily into her wet eyes. “Breathe with me. In and out.”

Anne’s first attempts resulted in strangled gasps, but eventually she gained control of her breathing. “I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered.

“We worry about that later,” said Hop Pop firmly.

“But what about Andrias? And if Sasha is still alive—”

“Anne, right now, none of us are in a state to do much of anything,” said Hop Pop calmly. “To be honest, I don’t know if we can do anything.”

Anne blinked at him before realization hit. “The music box is still in Amphibia.”

Polly was crestfallen. “Does that mean we’ll never be able to go home?”

“What about Bessie and MicroAngelo?” asked Sprig desperately. “And Ivy! I didn’t get to say goodbye to Ivy!”

“Hush,” said Hop Pop soothingly, pulling Sprig and Polly into his arms. “The townspeople will take care of our snails, and I’m sure Ivy will understand, Sprig. As for going back home, I don’t know.” He let out a heavy sigh, feeling every year of his existence weigh down his bones. “Maybe we can figure something out. But if we can’t, we have each other. Home is where we are, even if we aren’t in Wartwood.”

He swept his eyes over his grandchildren, biological and adopted, and saw the words provided little peace in the moment of intense sorrow. But he knew they would come to appreciate how fortuitous it was that they returned to Anne’s world as a family, even when the losses they suffered hung darkly over their thoughts.

Anne was staring numbly at the ground and Hop Pop tugged lightly at her elbow. She fell easily into his embrace, as if she were made of nothing but feathers, and her forehead rested against the top of his head. For a moment they just stayed there, Anne’s body radiating warmth and causing Polly and Sprig to nestle closer to her, seeking her familiar heat.

Polly was the first one to hear the musical twinkling. She blinked over at Anne’s backpack. “Anne, your bag is singing.”

Anne slowly turned to follow Polly’s gaze, and it took her several seconds to register the noise. Suddenly it was as if a live wire had touched her and jolted to action, shrieking, “My phone!”

The Plantars were jostled as she dove for her bag. She ripped Frobo’s head out and Polly said furiously, “Hey! Don’t treat him like he’s junk!”

But Anne barely heard her. She plunged her hand into her bag, the bristles of her brush and points of her bobby pins sticking her flesh. Her fingers wrapped around her phone and she yanked it out.

Her text alert, which she hadn’t heard in months, was jarring to her ears. The notification center on her phone was being flooded by dozens and dozens of texts, missed calls and voicemail alerts. They poured in so fast Anne was only able to glimpse the names attached before they were replaced by another batch of notifications.

The majority of the texts were from Sasha, Marcy and Anne’s parents. There were a couple from the local police station, which caused Anne’s stomach to grow cold with fear. She hadn’t even considered the consequences of literally disappearing off the face of the Earth.

And then her phone froze, unable to keep up with the backlog of messages coming in all at once. Frustrated, Anne stabbed at her screen with her finger, but it was no use.

Her eyes fell upon the last text to make it to her notification center. It was from her mother.

Oh, นางฟ้า, your father and I miss you so much. We pray for a sign that you and the girls are alive, and that you will return home soon.

“Oh, Mommy,” whispered Anne, her fingers digging into the rubber material of her phone case.

Hop Pop approached and set a hand against her back. “Let’s go see your parents,” he said softly.

“But I don’t even know what to say to them,” she said helplessly. “I don’t know if they’ll understand. It’s…the things I’ve been through, the things we’ve been through, they don’t happen here. Not ever.”

“Well, we’re here to help you explain things,” said Sprig earnestly.

“Yeah, I’m…I think I might need some time to prepare them for you three,” muttered Anne. “They are so gonna freak out.” She glanced back at her frozen screen, and her heart plummeted as she read the most recent message from Marcy’s father. “Oh, how do I tell them?” she said in despair. “How do I tell Sasha’s parents that I had to leave her behind? How do I tell Marcy’s parents that their daughter is…is…”

Her voice wobbled and her eyes started to sting once more. Anne wanted to cry, but she didn’t have the energy nor the water for proper tears. Hop Pop gently set her phone back in her bag, which Anne allowed without protest. He laced his fingers with hers and said, “We’ll tell them the truth, Anne. That’s all we can do. We’ll tell ‘em how brave their daughters are.”

Anne gave a sniff. She tugged her hand free from Hop Pop’s grasp so she could rub at her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, for sure.”

She took a few minutes to gather herself, to try and clumsily sort through the heavy emotions swirling in her chest. She wanted to mourn, but there wasn’t time. She had to see her parents, had to tell them what happened.

“So, how long have you been gone?” asked Polly in a small voice, embarrassed by her earlier outburst. “Does time work the same way here?”

“Um…I don’t know.” Anne gestured to her pink backpack, where her phone was once again nestled safely inside. “It froze on me, so I can’t check the calendar or anything. And I didn’t get to see the dates on the first few rounds of texts.” She looked over to see the pollywog nuzzling Frobo’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Polly. I shouldn’t have thrown him around like that.”

“S’okay,” mumbled Polly. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m just really sad and upset right now.”

“Me too.” Anne leaned over and brought Polly into her arms, pressing a gentle kiss against her head. “I’m sorry, Polly. Maybe we can fix him.”

“Yeah,” piped up Sprig. “He just needs a new body, right? When we get home, we can go back to that weird machine place and get him a fresh one.”

Polly perked up at that. “Yeah…yeah!” she said. “If we keep his head safe, we can rebuild him!”

There was hope in her eyes. It glimmered and shone and Anne found herself hypnotized by it.

Something flickered in her heart.

“Until then, we’ll do what we can here.”

Hop Pop, Polly and Sprig looked at her in surprise. The teen’s chin was set, her mouth settled in a determined line. “Anne?” ventured her best friend. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not just going to sit here and wait,” said Anne. Her own hope ignited, and the spark soon blazed throughout her whole being. “I’m not gonna just do nothing.” She set Polly down and stood, her fists clenched by her sides. “You’re right, Hop Pop. Sasha’s fine. Marcy…Marcy made the mistake of turning her back to Andrias, but that wasn’t her fault. Sasha won’t do that. She’ll find a way to take the box from that monster and open the portal again.

“But until she figures that out, I gotta do my part. That music box came to Earth somehow. The thrift store where Marcy found it, they had a wardrobe with the Amphibia symbol engraved into the wood. And Marcy knew what the box could do, which meant she found some information about it somewhere.”

She thought about Wartwood, her home away from home. She thought about Wally, Mrs. Croaker, Archie, Bessie, MicroAngelo, Toadstool, Toadie, Loggle, Ivy, Sylvia, Felicia, Stumpy, Maddie and the rest of her friends from the humble country town. She thought about Sasha, who despite her need for control and her habit of lying to get what she wanted, came through for her friends in the end.

She thought about Marcy.

She had tricked them into leaving their parents, their lives, and trapping them in a world so beyond imagination that Anne never in a million years would have dreamed it up. She had done it because she was so scared to lose the friends she loved most, so desperate to stay with Sasha and Anne forever.

She had been inconsiderate. She had been selfish.

So had Anne. So had Sasha. Marcy didn’t deserve to die for her mistakes—none of them did. They were just three teen girls who sometimes did stupid, stupid things.

But they cared about each other—Anne believed that. Even if it was misguided, even if it was manipulative, she knew Sasha and Marcy cared about her—they sometimes just went about it in all the wrong ways.

And even though Marcy was the reason they were in this mess in the first place, and even though Sasha’s trickery was the reason Anne didn’t initially believe her about Andrias, she cared about them, too.

Right now, it didn’t matter if she wasn’t sure if she still wanted to be friends with Sasha after all she had done. It didn’t matter that she still stung over Marcy’s own manipulative scheme to take her friends away from everything they ever knew.

However complicated her emotions currently were, it didn’t mean she couldn’t still care about the two girls she’d shared her most precious memories with.

She was going to find a way to get back to Amphibia. She was going to save her friends. She was going to bring her frog family back home. She was going to save Amphibia and countless other worlds from Andrias’ tyranny.

She wouldn’t let anyone else she loved die by his hands.

“We’re not helpless!” she said fiercely. “We won’t let him make us helpless! We’re gonna stop him!”

Her pupils and irises illuminated a bright blue.

“They did it again!” exclaimed Polly.

Anne blinked and the colour of her eyes returned to normal. “What?”

“Your eyes! They did the funny light-up thing! Are you gonna turn blue again?”

Anne flexed her fingers, but she didn’t feel numb or tingly, like she had when Andrias had thrown Sprig out the window. “No, I don’t think so.” She glanced down at her hands, brow furrowed. “To be honest, I have no idea how that happened. I don’t even really remember it? I mean, I know what I did, but it felt like I wasn’t in my body while I was doing it.”

Sprig looked between Polly and Anne in confusion. “I clearly missed something when I was falling to my death.”

“Oh, it was so cool, Sprig! Anne went all glowy, and she was using blue magic, and she was flying! She nearly beat the snot out of Andrias!” said Polly excitedly.

The words reverberated through Anne’s mind; She nearly beat the snot out of Andrias.

She could beat him. She was still connected to her stone, and that fact seemed to cause Andrias great unease.

“Do you think you’d be able to use those powers again, Anne?” asked Hop Pop, following her same train of thought.

“I’ll learn,” said Anne firmly. “I’ll figure it out. Once I get control of my powers, Andrias won’t stand a chance.”

There was no question of whether or not she’d be able to gain control of her newfound abilities—she had to. It was her best bet to defeat Amphibia’s king.

Sprig tilted his head to the side. “Do you know what activated them in the first place?”

Anne regarded him, intense warmth and adoration bubbling in her stomach, and she gave a soft smile. “You. When he threw you out the window, I thought you were dead, and I was so angry.”

At a momentary loss for words, Sprig’s eyes filled with touched tears and he jumped into her arms. “Oh, Anne.”

“I love you,” said Anne passionately. She lowered to her knees and brought Hop Pop and Polly into her steel embrace. “I love all of you. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“We love you too,” said Hop Pop tenderly, lightly running his fingers through her curly hair. “That’s what we’ve got over Andrias—love for one another. Pardon the sappiness of it, but that’s what we’ll use to beat him.”

“It’s not sappy at all,” said Anne. “It’s the truth.” She gave them one more tight squeeze before setting them back down. She grabbed her backpack, swinging it over her shoulders, and she picked up Frobo’s head. “Come on. I’ve kept Mom and Dad waiting long enough. I can’t wait for you guys to meet each other.”

They headed back to the freeway, where Anne hoped one of the stuck commuters would be willing to lend her their cell phone so she could call her parents to pick them up. As they made their way up the littered slope, Anne closed her eyes briefly.

Hang on, Wartwood. I’m coming back for you. Do what you can until I get there, Sasha. I know you can do it—you never give up.

A lump swelled in her throat, and she swallowed back a sob.

We won’t let him win, Marcy. I promise we won’t. You saved us, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t return the favour.

A breeze kicked up, ruffling her thick, curly hair, and in the caress of the wind she swore she could hear a carefree giggle and a sweet summons of Anna-Banana. She let out a slow breath, and a lone tear spilled from the corner of her eye and trailed down her cheek.

I forgive you, Mar-Mar. I forgive you.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #true colors #amphibia fanfic #true colors fanfic #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #hop pop plantar #polly plantar #grief #mourning #angst #hurt/comfort #byanimationnut #tw death #death

[magicman111]

Amphibia AU --  ‘Quisling Marcy’ aka ‘what if Marcy *was* in cahoots with Andrias?’

Whelp, someone was gonna do this at some point so it looks like it’s gonna have to be me.

Marcy doesn’t just betray Anne, the Plantars, Sasha, etc. In this AU, she sells out all of humanity. She was still somewhat manipulated by Andrias, but here, she isn’t simply duped. She’s in proper cahoots with him.

Okay, so this is gonna require some changes to the show’s background.

In this setting, it was a clan of humans who first travelled to Amphibia and who created/brought the box with them. How did they create this wonderous box? Through making a deal with a demonic yellow triangle who does appear to exist at least in the show’s mythos.

With their allyship, Andrias and his friends created the greatest civilisation in Amphibia from the ground up. When the box was stolen by presumably a Plantar ancestor, the humans chased after them, leaving Andrias completely abandoned and their place in history eventually lost to the sands of time.

So Marcy goes through the same emotional turmoil of not wanting to be alone after her parents inform her they’re moving. She steals the box and transports herself, Anne and Sasha to Amphibia for the same canonic reason.

However, when we get to the point where she and Andrias “discover” the secret passageway, that’s where she begins to learn the truth of her own heritage. Here, not only does she find out about Andrias’ “explorer ancestors” but her own.

She is a descendant of the original humans who visited Newtopia. The ones who chased after Sprig and Polly’s ancestor back to Earth.

Andrias begins filling her head with stories and ideas of “spreading the glory of Newtopia to other worlds” and how this could be her and her friends’ destiny as the wielders of the gems.

Andrias: “Can’t you see, Marcy? You didn’t find the box by accident. You were always meant to.”

So now jump ahead to when Marcy reveals the truth in the wake of the Rebellion and Adrias pulling the rug underneath everyone’s feet.

Marcy: “It didn’t start off this way... I did it for us.”

Marcy becomes increasingly erratic and unhinged the more she explains what she did and why. While in the show, Marcy was desperately trying to justify her actions, here she’s attempting to justify something even more horrific and is steadily coming apart in front of everyone.

She says Andrias will leave Earth in “their stewardship”, which means they “can lead the Earth together and make things the way they should be. And they’ll now never have to be apart.”

When she stands in front of the mural of Andrias flanked by pretty wicked looking humans and claiming it’s “their destiny”, cue Grime whispering to Sasha,

Grime: (hushedly) “Okay, Red Flag.”

But of course, Anne and the others are not interested and are even more creeped out and aghast by Marcy’s actions than in canon. So when the battle breaks out, Marcy is forced to fight against them.

Okay, so this is already pretty bad, what Marcy has done. How can we take it up a notch? Let’s press the forward wind button for a few minutes, shall we?

Andrias: “Not so fast! You all have spunk, real chutzpah. But this ends now. Marcy...?”

(He steps aside to reveal Marcy on the  ledge in front of the shattered window pane, holding a struggling Sprig in her grasp)

Anne: “SPRIG!”

Sprig: “Guys! Don’t listen to these bullies! I’ll be fine!”

Andrias: “We’ll see.”

Marcy: “Put back the Box, or I’ll do it! I’ll--I’ll...” Anne: “You wouldn’t dare!”

Marcy: “I gave you this, Anne, and I can take it all away! Now put the Box Back!!”

(Marcy is now holding Sprig dangerously close to the outside ledge. All she has to do now is let go)

Sprig: “Anne, don’t!”

Anne: ... Polly, do what they say.”

(Polly puts the box back and the flying castle stabilizes. The Frobos take Polly and return her to the group and she hugs the remains of her fallen friend)

Polly: “Frobo...”

Anne: (to Andrias) “Okay, dude, you have what you want. Now please, just let him go. He’s my best friend. In this world or any other world.”

(After Anne says this, Marcy’s cheeks flush red and she starts hyperventilating in rage. Sprig notices this) Sprig: “Uhh, Anne...?”

Andrias: “That’s the thing about friends, isn’t it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go. Allow me to demonstrate.” (he looks down and gives Marcy a look to say “do it”)

(Marcy growls and without having to be asked twice flings, not drops, flings Sprig out the window)

Now this is the part in this AU where Sasha really comes into play and gets actively involved in her road to redeeming herself. On the journey to Newtopia, Marcy allowed her pilot Joe Sparrow, really letting her get a feel for riding him. When she led the Rebellion, she had the Toads take Marcy’s notes so she could learn quicker how to use the Box.

Sasha is the one who jumps out the window and calls Joe. She’s the one who rescues Sprig. And she’s the one who, after Anne curbstomps Andrias, swips the Box and just about got it to work and open the portal. Grime is the one who stays behind to hold Andrias off, yelling at her to go while she can.

When Marcy sees them making a break for it, seemingly abandoning her, she utterly. Freaks. Out.

Anne: “Sasha, hurry!”

Sasha: “Wait, where’s Mar—“

VHIRSCHT!!

Marcy is the one who impales Sasha from behind in a fit of desperation to stop them. Sasha weakly apologises to Anne for all she’s done before falling to the ground.

Marcy stands there before them, bug-eyed and stricken with horror. Her hand covers her trembling mouth. She drops her glowing sword, its hideous orange glow lighting up the bottom half of her face.

She looks from it, to Anne and the Plantars and to Sasha.

Then she starts to laugh, which quickly turns into crying, and then into a hideous combination of the two while her hands run up through her hair. The realization of what she’s done, on top of everything else has now well and truly broken her.

Sasha, on the floor, uses her last ounce of strength to hit the right button on the box, and kickstarts whatever comes next in Season Three. ... phew. That was actually pretty fun, I’m not gonna lie. Who knows? Maybe I’ll think of more to add to this as time goes on, or heck, if you wanna contribute or expand upon this, please be my guest.

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[butterfliesinmyguts]

A Helping Hand

summary: reader always helps around and levi wonders why.

warning : fluff, angst, and happy lovely stuff(may or may not turn into a series)

“ you did better today...” Mikasa breathed pushing my body off of hers. I finally was able to take her down. before dinner, she’s been helping me train to get better at combat.

a smile fell on my face, getting up and dusting myself off, “ keep it up and I’ll be more scared of you then those titans are..” I was able to keep up with Mikasa in ODM training, which was nearly impossible for everyone else. i felt at home in the air- as soon as my body begins to float, everything thing else zones out. my swords were just an my arms extended and I felt so powerful killing titans- scared yes- but powerful, but on ground I’m a clumsy wreck.

“ now let’s go eat before our meals fall victims to Sasha” letting out a laughed, I quickly remember a promise I made earlier today.“ could you save me a potato or something? I promised Jean I’d cover for his stable shift...” My friend sighed, “ again y/n?” quickly nodding, I set off to the stables.

I didn’t mind helping, if it was me I would want someone to offer to help me. sometimes I helped hange with mission plans, the days we go into town a lady sometime needs help carry supplies in her store, at the end of the week I help armin with reading, and at the beginning of the week I help captain levi organize his papers.

helping Levi is my favorite part of the week, if I’m in his office late enough he’ll set a cup of tea in my face with the words “ drink “ following after. while in my focused trance of replacing the water for the horses, and daydreaming about my captain Levi- two feet come into my line of vision. looking up my eyes were met with cold grey ones and then his trademark frown.

“ why are you out here, this is Jean’s punishment” dropping the buckets to the dirty stable ground, I wiped the sweat off my palms against my pants- fucking Jean, you told me this was duty.

“ just giving him a helping hand” my voice cracked, trying to laugh off the pure nevrousness that his presents brings me. I admit that im extremely fond of captain levi. he’s was the only guy that has ever made my stomach go crazy just by looking at me. the way he holds himself, short- yes- but never looked down on. he is humanity greatest soldier, during training I swear that he watches me. I feel his eyes burning my skin, the one time I did catch him Levi’s eyes widen and his breath hitched. I would kill to even be able to hug him, sometimes I imagine what it’s like to kiss him-but know that’ll never happen, hange told me that he thinks I’m silly and child like - he’d never feel that way about me.

“ - and now you’re standing there looking stupid, are you going to answer me y/n?” I realized that I’ve completely blocked out everything he said.

“ i.. please repeat the question- I’m sorry.” pinch his nose, my captain shook his head toward the ground. “tch, I asked you why your doing his punishment ?” shrugging, I began to brush the horses. “ I like being a helping hand, -“ before he got the chance to scold me I continued with “ it’s the only thing that makes me feel happy..”

looking up to catch him staring at me, our eyes locked together and for the first time ever I saw his eyes soften. taking him in, cause I may not ever be allowed to do it again, my heart ached. Levi is beautiful, breathtaking. his youthful glow made those dark orbs glow,if lips werent in the plain straight line- they would be puffy and pinky- so kissable. pulling my eyes away I finally breathed, trying to focus on the brush going through the horses hair while Levi still watched me. “ if that’s the case I need help mapping out the next expedition, hange told me your quite intelligent.” my cheeked warmed and a smile began to creep up on my lips- hange is getting so much praise next time I see them.“ I’ll find out for myself..” that smile dropped. “ come to my office after you clean and change from your filthy clothes.” nodding I watch the man walk towards the dining hall. On the inside, I was doing leaps. more time with levi, and we’d be talking to each other- I get too share my thoughts with levi.

“let the horse boy have fun with his siblings, and if I catch you doing other’s chores I’m making you run until the sunsets...” and you giggled.

during dinner levi couldn't help to think of you. why did you look at him like that, was there something on his face? maybe you were just scared, but no he’d always caught you looking at him. rather it been during training, in the dinning hall, and even doing expeditions.

Recalling back to when he first saw you, that smile you had permanently planted on your face- stupid what made y/n so happy? he was even more stunned when you got your ass handed to you by reiner during training and yelled “ again!” with that grin. that beautiful smile, y/n was beautiful- everyone knew it. levi heard eren, jean, connie, armin, and even hange talked about what they would do to have you in they’re beds, they all ranted about you body- Levi will admit that he has imagined your shy breath as his hand roamed your skin but It's more than looks with you, you care so much and you're gentle with him.

y/n would make sure that you take off your boots when entering his office ( which is tedious a job in itself ) but you did because Levi hated it when his floors were dirty and when on missions you squeeze all you cadets hands just to comfort them. no one ever has been gentle to him, it made him feel important but more importantly, why couldn't he stop thinking about you.

after showering, you changed into you nightclothes and headed to levi office. you knocked softly to quick “ come in..” I opened the door to Levi pulling two cups of tea. “ your late, I hope you didn't finish the stables...”

pulling your shoes off placing them beside his door you watched him pour, “ I didn’t” assuring him. moving towards the desk, examining the maps- Levi’s notes were so oragnized and neat. each note had so much detail about the surrounding area. while familiarizing with the map, Levi placed the tea cup infront of you. “ drink.” Brushing passed you, he set down in his chair.

why would he risking going in the open field for 740 meters, “ wouldn’t it be better to use this patch for cover?” expressing my concern, levi leaned up and listened to me rumble about the how it’ll be longer but it’ll save more cadets- every change I got I took a peek to see if he was still listening.

those sliver eyes watched me draw circles and point at the map, bottom lip between his teeth. i imagined how good it would feel to push my lips against them, the relief and pleasure that would rush through my body. I craved him “urh- but those are my thoughts..” finishing pushing away from the desk, distracting myself by sipping the tea.

“ where would we stop ?” Levi questioned, my heart warmed up, I stood over him to explain better “ over there would be a great rest point..” pointing to it, my neck completely in front of levi. I felt his breath hitched, clearing my throat i grabbed the pencil marking the on the map. “ I notice a cabin the last time we traveled...”

“ tch, impossible that’s a bit of the trail, with those tree you couldn’t have seen anything..” looking down in shame “ well while everyone was sleep I explored, even found a waterhole..”

I knew the risk of exploring, but I couldn’t help myself. while setting up for camp I saw a stream pulling down and I just had to see.

“don’t ever do that again...” nodding feeling ashamed, does this mean I have to go stay in the dungeon like eren? his eyes lighten a smirk playing along his lips.

“ just don’t go alone okay?” smiling at his words. sitting across from him I continued to tell him my discoveries - making sure he took notes of the waterhole and fields filled with berries. Levi forced me to write all my finding down, and he promised to even follow me on one of my ventures next time.

as time flew by tea cups were spilled, by me of course, and I was forced to re write the papers I ‘ ruined ‘ leaning my head on this desk my eyes flutter - wake up y/n - yawning I turned to levi still writing, how is he still writing? that tea was not keeping him up. so much energy, my eyes trailed his toned arms- the veins moving every in each stroke. blinking I distracted myself from my dirty thoughts.

“ you need to sleep levi” stretch my bones, the pop and crack give me a shot of adrenaline so I can actually wake up. “I’m fine” he muttered.

Levi eyes sunk from the lack of sleep, he was fighting it- too focused in his work to care that his eyes were burning and skin was red with an indention on his finger from the pen. “ they’ll be there tomorrow I promise..”

I reach to grab the papers, placing my hand softly on his bicip- he stiffened instantly and pushed my back into his bookcase. my ass landed on the ground,“ owe!” I cried, rubbing my back. fuck he is strong for a little guy, wow.

“y/n!”

levi rushed over and I swear his eyes were widen, like he was worried that he actually hurt me. Levi quickly leaning down watching me.“ I didn't mean to that y/n” a couldn't help but smile at him. were so close right now, my nose filled with his fresh scent- mint and tea leafs.

“ don't worry captain I-” levi’s hand pat my head. I could fucking scream in joy right now. did he just pat me? he never touches anyone. what does this mean, pulling away I watch his hand close as his finger tips carcassed his palms. as if he was trying to saver the feeling of my head, huh?

“your being gentle with me, why?” questioning him- levi set down in front of me. “ why not, your gentle with everyone else..” my eyes widen, he notices me In that way? planting his hand on my cheek, my heart stop, It felt so warm- his thumb wipe the tiny tear from the corner of my eyes. I’m blushing “I just flung you, and your still smiling why?”

shrugging “ I should have known that what’s going to happen” breathing out, I stared at his lips. “ y/n..” nodding not looking up at him. just kiss him, Levi is right there.

“ l'm going to kiss you..” he leaned and pushed my hair out of my face. repeating those words in my head, “ is that okay?” nodding quickly our lips came together as Levi took me in. I felt his chest against mine, and I couldn’t help but to grip his collar pulling him closer.

our lips begun to dance with each other, levi hands landed on my waist pulling me on top of his thighs. that smile still planted on my face between the kisses, while my hand combed his undercut.

my daydreams weren’t even a compare to the real deal, gently rubbing the back of his neck, Levi groaned into my mouth. With each movement we gained a slow rhythm,our body flowing against each other. I couldn’t help but to moan in pure pleasure I was feeling.

levi pulled bac slowly and watched me with my smiled in a drunken daze. replaying the moments in my head, Levi just kissed me, Levi my captain levi thinks of me- he thinks I’m gentle. a “ wow” left my mouth as he got up, leaning down quickly to steal one last kiss. my smiled never left my lips as I stood up leaning against the bookcase as finger tips brushed over my lips, hope the tingling sensation never went away. Im buzzing, I’m buzzing- all because of him.

watching the man, pick the fallen books up his eyes went to the window . “ it’s almost dawn, go get some sleep” Levi ordered coldly , point toward his bed.

fuck, “it’s dawn already!” I darted around Levi’s office trying to clean my area and while getting myself together. Levi stood there confused, as my actions all clicked in his head- arms crossed tightly along his chest.

“ I promised sasha that I’d help her with her hair this morning- I hope she’s not up already- oh no” slipping on my shoes on. opening the door to walk out, I give him a warm smile. “ I’m so sor-“

“ don’t worry, thanks for the helping hand..” leaning in to kiss him I was met by a closing the door. dumbfound I stood there, “what?”

part 2!

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[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Two

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 2.6k → click here for the next part !

You're apprehensive the first few days. Peering over your shoulder when you walk through the halls of the Duke's estate. You often find yourself fiddling with the only real possession you have remaining from the entire ordeal - a silver locket given to you by your mother, it hasn't stood the test of time, it's littered in small scratches and it's clearly seen better days. Neither does it shine the way it used to but you need it to feel at ease.

Currently, sitting in the estate's library you attempt to focus on reading the book in front of you. It details the life of an orphaned child, the rest of the plot is a blur to you as this task is not done with the intent of enjoying the literature but with the purpose of distracting yourself.

You've been avoiding Duke Ackerman for days on end now. He's made the occasional visit to your quarters, always politely asks if he's permitted to speak to you - allowed to take even a second of your precious time. You decline every single request, your excuses range from "I'm feeling particularly ill today." to"I would like to rest early.", He never inquires after you've responded. You do however find he communicates in a variety of different ways ; Meals of the finest standard, A luxurious place to live, the maids also offer you the opportunity to venture out into the beautiful gardens but you know he's asked them to do so.

Quite frankly, you're still petrified and are unable to fathom what happened that fateful day, you had never been one to put much faith in God especially after all he had put you through, but maybe there was a God or a higher being or a somebody who helped you in your moment of despair.

Eyes darting from your page to the door of the library, you swear you see the door knob twist and you hastily double take. Nothing looks out of the ordinary so you allow yourself to shake it off. Your eyes droop shut as you knead your shoulders attempting to relieve some of the tension you feel. Recently, you find it to be an ordinary occurrence for your muscles to seize at the worst possible opportunities.

"May I speak to you?" A beaming voice enters the room from behind you but never had such a cheerful voice made you freeze in fright. It's him.

At his appearance you begin to think of all sorts of scenarios and outcomes but the specific thought you've been actively ignoring slyly slips into view. What if the spell weakens?

Fate is an ever changing entity, one minute it may be in your favour, the next... you'd rather not delve any deeper into that alternative.

Jumping to your feet you don't look in his direction trying to keep the contact you have with him minimal.

He audibly huffs and just as you're about to scurry away he speaks again. "Halt your movements."

Something about his voice beckons you to do so and you anxiously face him.

"Did I come off too bold?" The expression he makes is unlike any other you've seen from him before. His eyes twinkle and it looks as if he's holding his breathe expectantly. It's almost comical how different he looks and you can't stop your cheeks from flushing. He's quite adorable under this spell.

But then a flashback is presented to you. The anger in his eyes, the cold feeling of his sword, if he were any closer he would have been swiftly slicing your neck open. Y/N, you were seconds away from becoming a corpse you remind yourself fiercely.

"I'm not doing very well at courting you, Am I?" He frowns as he asks but he's not upset, perhaps disappointed.

Looking at the floor you hear him bombard you with even more questions, he's crowding around you now like a swarm of bees - somehow he manages the job of an entire hive on his own. No one has ever taken such an interest in you.

Your conscience tells you that you will regret this later on down the line, it tells you this will come back and bite you incredibly hard, you will regret being so ignorant and trusting yet you yield. Is it so wrong for you to consider feeling affection? When the Duke snaps out of this spell he will promptly execute you and you're aware of that fact, so what reason is there to cower away in fear?

For all your life you have never experienced the true feeling of love. You had mother's maternal love, which hadn't lasted very long at all. Never would you have any other opportunity to experience the romantic intimate kind involving a significant other. If you were to die you may as well play the role of his wife for as long as this spell wills it. Perhaps he'll receive his memories back so late he forgets or simply no longer cares. Part of you hopes he doesn't remember at all.

"Would you like to..." you pause already regretting what you're doing but before you can continue the Duke cuts you off.

"Have tea together? Explore the gardens together?"

What really sticks out to you most is how he casually emphasizes the word together. He really doesn't care what activity you engage in as long as it's with him. You feel your heart twist in your chest. This is dangerous.

He's eager, leaning forward with wide eyes. It feels odd having someone care about your input, even more odd seeing that person smile at you with the same spirit of an elated child. It's bittersweet knowing his true character.

"Let's have some tea."

A few months have passed since then. Surprisingly you're still alive and the spell shows no signs of wearing away any time soon.

After the raid at your palace he's been nothing but sweet towards you. At first many people were against him courting you and a handful of his advisors attempted to steer his sights away due to suspicions and speculation that you were a "sinful witch" who had manipulated or even seduced him.

The day he had heard those rumors he caused an uproar and had fired the royal advisor who spread them around. "Impertinent fools have the audacity to make such comments about my Duchess." You would usually add in you were not worth such respect considering you were not officially a Duchess but the fiery blaze in his eyes had stopped you.

"Hey Lev, lets go have some tea they've learnt their lesson." You shot the gossiping maids a sympathetic look.

Being under the spell does not make him more tolerable towards other people is what you learnt that day.

Multiple women all with visuals worlds more appealing than your own approach him, some even sent by his advisors to set you up. They test if his love is strong enough to withstand the attacks of others. Time and time again he proves everyone wrong and doesn't think for a second to give up on you.

You're glad for that because through these few months you've ascertained how much you love the Duke for who he is. Well, who he's acting as. You want to slam your head against a concrete wall repeatedly when you think about the level of affection and tenderness you hold towards the man but you can not lie and say you hate him.

The fact that before meeting him you lived a life lacking of love and affection does not help your case either. It only makes it harder.

But it's painfully obvious to you that this is all truly one sided. You aren't really in love with the Duke but you're in love with the magic holding him hostage.

You share these thoughts to yourself as you take a short sip from your tea cup. Sasha has left the room to fetch some pastries and sweets. She takes her job seriously as head maid (you never address her as such because really she's just a friend to you). It's a chilly day hence why you've covered yourself up in a shawl, it coincidentally matches the beige drapes.

Suddenly a boy who you recognize to be one of the young apprentices by the name of Eren bursts through the doors of your tea room. His hair is all over the place and he's panting as he tries to formulate a sentence.

"Duke." Puff. " Duke Ackerman" Puff. "Refuses to return to the Imperial Palace and is threatening the Emperor stating he won't return to his duties!"

You ignore it and try to keep to your own affairs because who are you to interfere in military business? It's looked down upon to involve yourself in such matters.

You send him off and in the mean time Sasha makes her way back.

A few minutes later as the both of you are munching on a particularly sweet macron the palace's butler bursts in the same way as Jaeger and tries to get a word in but Sasha manages to interject first.

"My lady, perhaps you should check in on the Duke." she suggests.

You try to speak but the Butler cuts in abruptly.

"Duchess. I'm afraid he hasn't ate a meal in five days. Please talk to him."

"Mike there is no need to call me a Duchess when I hold no such title...wait the Duke hasn't ate for five days???"

You find it unbelievable that Levi has forgotten to eat or possibly starved himself for something.

Making your way to his office you enter with a speech prepared about how eating is one of the blessings you've been given and how it should be appreciated but instead you're met face to face with a trail of rose petals that lead to the Duke.

You stare at him in confusion. He holds a bouquet of roses in his hands and they kiss his chest, He gives you a look of admiration that can only be described as the look that is reserved for your one true love. His eyes glimmer and they shine along with his glossy raven hair. You look him up and down in astonishment.

He's arranged all this for you.

"I'd do anything to have you be by my side for all of eternity. Will you honor me with the opportunity of taking your hand?"

Just looking at this entirely different version of the Duke, you feel relieved and in the moment you recklessly accept his proposal. You know it's stupid, you know it's ignorant, you know you should be denying him but you can't make yourself ignore the will of your heart.

"I hope to live a long life. One with you present." he whispers into the shell of your ear, it tingles.

After weeks of the Duke's courting you accept his marriage proposal and the both of you quietly wed two months later.

He's so kind and affectionate that you're plagued with nightmares where the spell wears off.

In your nightmares he continues what he left unfinished. Every time he's about to plunge his sword into the depths of your chest he wakes you up and caresses your face in between his large hands. He wraps his arms around you after some time. Once your breathing relaxes he asks what has made you cry and you can't do anything to explain. It only hurts more seeing his concerned expression. The way his eyes flick between your eyes and trembling lips, you want to tell him the truth, instead you state that you"had a nightmare, and don't wish to talk about it." You don't want him asking questions over it.

It's another Wednesday and you're pacing back and forth in front of his office door arguing with yourself about whether or not you should enter. Finally, you decide to make your entrance and peek inside. You hear him arguing with his advisors as normal.

"Instead of blithering like a idiot and making excuses why don't yo-" he's midway through his sentence when he sees you at the doorway.

Dropping the previous matter he rushes over towards you and scoops you up in his arms. Smiling up at you, you smile back sheepishly ignoring the stares of his staff.

"Honey, why did you leave me? Where did you go?" He whines into your neck and you try to push him away shyly but he won't budge.

Everyone around you grimaces at his usual mood swings as well as the heavy flirting that he's targeting at you.

"You haven't come to eat dinner with me for three nights. You're the workaholic who left me." You swiftly retort his point and you pout at the end of your sentence. He pouts back and you can see his cheeks are tinged a blushed pink.

"Then we must dine immediately, you should have informed me that I had made you feel so neglected, my darling!"

After making your way to the dining room you and Levi are conversing happily as per usual when you spot his highly agitated secretary Mikasa. It settles in that she's been standing there for a considerable amount of time, time flies when you and Levi speak. She's clearly waiting for him to report back to duty.

The first time you had met Mikasa she was highly suspicious of you and would keep an eye on your movements at all times (literally) , you thought she perhaps fancied the Duke but later learnt that she was related to him and that was probably why she was on edge at the appearance of a new individual. Besides all that she's sweet really, sometime she joins you and Sasha for tea and you happily converse. She isn't much of a talker, more of a listener which works out well considering how extroverted Sasha is and how you love to story tell. You've shared many fond memories with her.

That's why you place a hand on Levi's shoulder and interrupt him.

"Why don't you return to your work? It's about time I send you back now." You suggest but he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Why do you keep on trying to get rid of me? I want to stay for a little longer. After all you are my wife. You count as one of my duties. If not the most important duty of all!" He's about to break out into one of his embarrassing speeches and you want to save Mikasa from that.

"Mikasa really needs you to complete your other duties. Do it for me Lev." You try and butter him up with the mention of his nickname. As expected he perks up and stands up to leave, not before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Ah Lev, I'll be taking a short trip out today. Is that alright with you?"

You don't specify that 'out' means the Sunday Market place, he'll ask question after question.

He holds onto your chin with his thumb and leans in for a chaste kiss.

"Of course my darling. Be careful."

He giddily waves at you as he leaves and you wave back with the same enthusiasm. You giggle at the sight of Mikasa practically gagging at the two of you and glaring daggers at Levi.

The door then shuts and you're left alone.

All that accompanies you is silence and you purse your lips together trying to keep it together. Recently as soon as he turns away from you all you can think about is how this love of his is a hoax.

He doesn't really love you.

That doesn't stop all the sweet words he's ever uttered from flooding your memory.

"You're mine and I'm yours."

"My beautiful love."

"I love you I mean it." It hurts. He doesn't mean it.

But you'll keep the charade up. You'll find a way to keep him this way forever. It's selfish but you can't be blamed, It keeps you safe and happy.

Love is nice but you would prefer to live.

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[kaseyskat]

they have a pattern when it comes to the three of them. 

it starts simple, expected. sasha with her arms around both girls, hugging them close to her, hands possessively curled around their shoulders. keeping them in line with her; she’s always had the most natural walking speed, with anne usually taking her time and marcy speeding everywhere she goes. 

anne takes the middle when she wakes from bad dreams and needs the comfort of both of her girls at her side once again. after their time in amphibia, she’s the tallest - something sasha still grumpily pouts about on occasion - so she’s at the perfect height to curl her arm languidly around sasha’s shoulders, tug marcy into her side. she can rest her head on top of marcy’s if she likes; she indulges herself every so often. 

marcy might be the smallest, but that means when she’s in the middle, she’s comfortably squeezed between them, arms curled around their waists. sometimes she needs the extra support when she’s walking, sometimes she just wants to be smothered in their presence, chatting a mile a minute while sasha and anne hold hands behind her back and smile because this is something they almost lost, they never want to lose it again. 

others give them strange looks, sometimes. three girls, scarred and having gone missing and made mainstream news and everything else; it’s bound to catch attention. however, after the intense scrutiny anne had faced when she once arrived on earth without her friends at her side, and the initial scrutiny they had all faced when marcy was wheelchair-bound and sasha refused to stop carrying her sword around… well, they were used to it by now. it’s not like they care, particularly. 

it’s the three of them, from now for all time. they wouldn’t want it any other way. 

#sashannarcy #kasey writes stuff #this wasnt gonna go anywhere else but i wanted it released into the public #i just #i care them so much #fuck #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu

[wingsofthewibbets]

Hello I Made A Playlist

It is specifically for the vibes of the Calamity Trio! Also, I feel like contributing to fandom, so I tried to explain why I felt each song gave off the ~Vibe~. Apologies for the length of this monstrosity. It’s on Youtube and Spotify, but there is a song on Youtube I used that was unavailable on Spotify. It’s in no particular order, although maybe I’ll organize it one day.

~‘California Friends’ (The Regrettes)- Generally the fun upbeat vibe of the song, but also these specific lyrics make me think of Anne’s :

     I think I love you but then I think

     No way!

     I gotta go but I wanna stay

    Just stay!

    I guess I’ll save it for another day, well okay?

As well as:

     I get mixed up in my head, you do too

     But I don’t forget a thing you’ve said

     Well that’s true

I think the lyrics definitely give me more Anne/Marcy vibes, but the music itself makes me think of Sasha getting them into trouble. There’s some big garage band energy here, and it just makes me think of them running around and causing chaos. (also the ‘i gotta go but i wanna stay/just stay’ definitely reminds me of the end of the aquarium episode)

~’The Archer’ (Taylor Swift)- Oh man this song where do I even start?? There is so much?? (I know I’ve already talked about this one, but Imma do it again) I was listening to this song one day and the lyrics hit me so hard as reminding me of all the girls, specifically:

For Anne:

    Combat, I’m ready for combat

    I say I don’t want that, but what if I do?

    ‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies

    I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory, but this seriously makes me think of her relationship with Sasha -or the shambles of it anyway oof- and the speeches line just makes me there’s so much that she doesn’t tell her friends about what’s running through her head. 

Anne’s an emotional person to be sure, but she’s also a very impulsive one, which means a lot of times, what people get from her is the unedited, unreflected version of her thoughts, which don’t make them any less true, but that also means that she’s probably a little more reticent with the deeper ideals that don’t get unearthed through dramatic moments. She just does things a lot of the time, and when she gets stuck on something, it is kinda obvious from the outside, but she also gets uncomfortable with trying to talk about it, because there is no clear solution she can enact in the moment to resolve it.

For Sasha:

    Screaming who could ever leave me, darling?

    But who could stay?

    I see right through me, I see through me

As well as the repetition of ‘they see right through me/can you see right through me’, these lines give me huge Sasha vibes, specifically. I think of them kind of especially applicable to the Reunion episode, but also just how there were a couple scenes where she seemed to be regretting hiding from her friends the toad rebellion that was going to take place in Newtopia, and that conversation Anne and Sasha have in The Third Temple. I don’t think she ever considered regretting the rebellion at all, but I do think she worried over what it might do to her friendships. 

The end of Reunion was heartbreaking, for both Anne and Sasha, because if the Plantars had been able to pull both girls up, I think there would have been more opportunity for Sasha and Anne to have a better reconciliation. (i think this about this a lot ngl) And, also because she was willing to die for Anne??? I don’t think that gets discussed enough. That episode has big ‘who could ever leave me’ at the beginning, and then at the end ‘who could stay’ vibes. 

For Marcy:

    And all of my heroes die alone (OOF)

As well as

     All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

     Couldn’t put me together again

     ‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Ahahaha this is the ANGST. So. I mean, obviously the king’s horses part makes me think of the ending of True Colors, and I don’t think that Marcy considers Sasha and Anne to be her enemies by any stretch of the imagination, but I don’t think that Andrias is above manipulating her to think that they think of her that way. (Also the line ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends’ line is very applicable to Anne and Sasha as well, it just happened to be part of the lines that made me think of Marcy) Plus sticking around the king and whatever the heck he has in store for her will definitely not put her back together sooo-

The ‘help me hold onto you’ and the ‘I’ve been the archer/I’ve been the prey’ just apply to all of them (for the former, think Sasha and Anne in Reunion, the way Marcy tried to mediate in The Dinner, and just True Colors in general; for the latter, it makes me think of the sword-fights between Anne and Sasha, as well as how Marcy once believed that Andrias actually cared about her). The ‘Dark side, I search for your dark side/But what if I’m alright, right, right, right here’ make me think of how Anne is going to be reevaluating her friendships with both Sasha and Marcy, as well as how all of them seemed to grow into the Amphibia communities that they landed in and what they are going to struggle with leaving behind.

I had this song on loop for way too long trying to word my feelings out about it.

~’Soldier, Poet, King’ (Oh Hellos)- This song is just so absolutely perfect for the three girls. I’d like to take the time to state that I think Sasha fits soldier, Marcy poet, and Anne king, but what are y’all’s thoughts? 

     There will come a soldier/Who carries a mighty sword

     He will tear your city down

Big Sasha vibes, fits with what’s she done so far in the show, as well as how she’s being set up for the third season to be a hero (whose intentions somewhat align with the consequences of her actions).

    There will come a poet/Whose weapon is his word

    He will slay you with his tongue

Marcy spends a lot of time journaling, and she even takes the time to learn a dead language! She seems rather skilled with more traditional weaponry, but her biggest boon is her intelligence and her quick-thinking. I also think that if she does end up getting possessed by the Night, its words being spoken by Marcy’s voice is absolutely going to SLAUGHTER Anne and Sasha.

     There will come a ruler/Whose brow is laid in thorn

     Smeared with oil like David’s boy

Apart from the fact that Anne literally has plants growing from her head in the S2 finale, she is also a charismatic leader who has made connections all over Amphibia. She genuinely cares about the people around her, and takes the time to get to know them and spend time with them. Also, a lot of times, she is underestimated and seen as the David to her opponent’s Goliath- whether that be physically or in skillset.

~’Someone To You’ (The Banners)- No specific lyrics here, but the general vibe of the song. There is a sort of desperation that seems to permeate it, as though if the narrator isn’t someone to the person they are singing to, they will be nobody at all, and I think that is very much how all of the girls view their friendship, at least at first. 

Marcy gets the music box thing going because she doesn’t want to be alone; Sasha is desperate to have Anne, and she wants so much for both Anne and Marcy to look up to her as someone who is strong and present. I think for Anne, we kinda see this song in the speech she gives to Sprig in Best Fronds when she’s trying to get him to break the rules with her, but also in how she is open to reconciling with Sasha in The Dinner and giving her a second chance. Mainly, though, what I associate with Anne for this song are the scenes where she reunites with Marcy and Sasha for the first time. The spinning hug she gives Sasha, and how tightly she hugs Marcy with tears in her eyes- she really does love and care about these girls.

They all cling to this friendship so much, in different ways, both healthy and unhealthy, and I think this song really captures that.

~’Lost Girls’ (Lindsey Stirling)- This song is mostly instrumental, so again, no specific lyrics here, but there is a very deep, melancholic feel to this song. It gets kinda fast-paced at some points, and reminds me of the ending of True Colors, with Anne and Sasha and Marcy separated. There is so much space- literal and internal- between all of them now, and I think this song does a really great job of getting Those Feels across. They aren’t just lost to each other, they are also struggling with battles inside of themselves.

But the lyrics that are in this song, (lol I just said I wouldn’t mention them whoops) ‘Lost girls find a way’, are sung, the music played after them that plays remind me that, like Matt Braly said, sometimes things have to be broken to be fixed again. They can find a way. It’s not a happy song to be sure, but there’s a quiet strength and determination in it.

~’Long Live’ (Taylor Swift)- I could cite specific lyrics here, but this song has just always given me epilogue-end-of-the-battle scenes, where we get to see everyone exhausted, but happy and most importantly together. This song is what I’m hoping the future gets to be for Marcy, Anne, and Sasha; happy about their present together, being able to heal despite the past, and accepting that even if they aren’t together forever in the future, that doesn’t mean they weren’t important to one another.

~’Torches’ (Oh Hellos)- ‘Torches’, on the complete opposite hand to ‘Long Live’, kind of represents where the girls are right now with one another. 

Despite keeping that old wheel turning, despite laying that next spoke down (yes these are direct lyric references), they are also continuing to make mistakes with one another.

    I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth

    (Running out of my mouth, running out of my mouth)

    It’s got you burning at the stake

    Innocent or not, you’re not a bet I care to take

 And, yet, somehow, they keep being led back to one another. They are more alike than they think, and even if they get back to Earth, they will still be bound by the mutual experiences they had on Amphibia, that no one else is likely to ever understand. The ways they misunderstand one another and don’t communicate cleave them apart, but also together, in a way. 

    And Father Ignorance will make brothers of us all

   (Brothers of us all, brothers of us all)

    As he sets our torch aflame

    Chasing down the flimsy specters that we pro-create

As well as 

    Mother Fortuna, O, she makes sisters of us all

    (Sisters of us all, sisters of us all)

   When the faces in her wake

    Look more like our own than the effigies that we immolate

~’Castle On The Hill’ (Ed Sheeran)- Purely just the vibes. Nothing super deep, just makes me think of how Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are going to look back on their friendships and their time together. 

~’Trouble’ (Valerie Broussard)- Though I will forever associate this song with Six of Crows thanks to a fabulous animatic, I will say that it also makes me think of the darker tone that Season 3 might take on, and how each girl is poised to take on a different problem. I see it as a very Sasha song (especially ‘I’m your Number Two man in a fight/We are revolutionaries tonight’), but all three of them tend to lead a trail of chaos in their wake. (Also the vibes here are impeccable)

~’Time Alive’ (K.C Katalbas)- (not on Spotify, definitely recommend checking it out) This song just has that perfectly nostalgic, yet aspirational feel to it. It is hopeful, yet it it has its own sort of weight. It pairs nicely with ‘Long Live’ and ‘Castle On The Hill’, in a way, I think. It makes me think of what the future could be for the girls, once again, and how even if something is bittersweet, you are still allowed to be hopeful. Mostly, it makes me think of each girl reflecting about one another, and the time they spent together. 

    And this is your life, every plan has a right to fall

    And this is your heart, through the dark it’s the loudest call

    And this is breathing

    And seeing her go

~’Try’ (The Lightning Thief)- True Color battle against Andrias vibes! And Season 3 vibes! A lot of these lyrics are kind of specific to Annabeth, Percy, and Grover’s characters, but I also think the general feel of this song is very applicable to Anne, Sasha, and Marcy. Particularly, I am reminded of how Sasha and Anne will be feeling about Marcy.

    I may fail you

   I may fail you

    I may fail you, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t try

And

    I’m not leaving your side til we find what matters

   I’m not leaving your side til we’re back home

   I’m not leaving your side til you’re remembered

   No matter how far we have to go

As well as probably the guilt that Marcy was feeling during True Colors:

   Two thousand four hundred forty eight reasons I have to come along

   Wash my hands of past mistakes

As well as

    The weight of the world’s on my shoulders

    Like Atlas, it’s crushing me down

    We’re not brave, we’re not strong, we’re not soldiers

And how could I forget?

    L.A doesn’t seem so far away…

~’Drive It Like You Stole It’ (Sing Street)- Again, like ‘Trouble’, but a little softer. If ‘Trouble’ has Sasha vibes, this one makes me think of Anne, but it also has a similar line to ‘Time Alive’- this is your life. For the most part of Amphibia, I think the girls focussed a lot on fitting in and adapting to their surroundings, but I think Season 3 is really going to see them owning who they are and taking it upon themselves to enact change. 

It also just makes me think of them messing around and being kids, trying to figure out who they are. It’s like, if they ever make it back to Earth in one piece and stay friends, but still manage to get into shenanigans.

~’What’s Up Danger’ (Blackway, Black Caviar)- local newt king gets mauled by three newly empowered thirteen-year olds

~’How Far We’ve Come’ (Matchbox Twenty)- This one is a classic. No playlist of mine is worth its salt if it doesn’t have this song here. It has the ~vibes~ of pre-last battle energy, and also I can definitely see Sasha and the Sharps playing it at some point. 

Alternately, this also makes me think of Anne, Sasha, and Marcy finally going home together or reuniting properly after the end of True Colors. Lots of angst either way.

~’We Are Young’ (fun.)- What I picture with this: Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are not entirely reconciled with one another yet, but it’s the night before the last battle or somethin’, and they still care about one another a lot. This has that energy. They’re just kids, but they’ll be damned if they don’t go out without a fight, and without standing by one another’s sides. 

(and marcy found someone(s) to carry her home nanananananana)

Slightly more uplifting(?) than ‘How Far We’ve Come’, but similar energy, I think.

~’Pump It’ (Black Eyed Peas)- three local teenagers get pumped to cause problems on purpose; montage time. I have no justification for this song, only that it has the vibes of Sasha and Anne’s relentless energy and the confidence of Marcy swinging down on a rope she doesn’t know will actually hold her weight. 

~’Disaster Hearts’ (I Fight Dragons)- I feel like this song is the definition of Matt’s tweet about how some things have to be broken to be fixed. It has vibes of the aftermath of a battle, and opening the door to reconciliation and forgiveness. Amphibia has tied these girls together, for better or worse, and I think there is room for them to become better friends and mend their relationships.

    Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts

    Long after all the thunder and scars

    Days pass and bit by bit we begin to restart

    Our disaster hearts

~’Thus Always To Tyrants’ (Oh Hellos)- It makes me think of where Anne and Sasha are left at the end of Reunion, but also in how Anne wants to find Marcy now that she know she’s definitely out there. The sound of the song gives me huge Marcy vibes, with how it does seem to be almost cheerful? The very last line makes me think a lot about Sasha (‘Learn to love without consuming’), but I think a lot of the song is applicable to all the girls in different situations. 

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #wow this was really long #amphibia playlist #yes i listen to a lot of taylor swift and oh hellos how did you know #i had the archer on loop for so long while writing that part #what songs do you guys associate with the trio? #one day i will actually put them in a sort of order #i can't believe this is how i spend my time now lol #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #my brain is only funky frog music now