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SPACE DANNO!!

My big one for this year's Dannypocalypse. Let's hope it doesn't get lost.

Cape shenanigans to manifest Darcy and their cape in Fight or Flight

Hunter Punts Kikimora Like A Football

OKAY it’s been over half a damn year since I last updated Losing Marbles and I STILL haven’t quite finished chapter 6, so thought I could give y’all a sneak peak XD

First off, here’s ch1-5 on AO3 (if you haven’t seen it, at least check the tags before reading this. But it is a continuous story so I suggest starting from the first chapter :P)

And ofc thank @froggythesculptor for like half of the ideas in this cuz she’s a genius HGVJFTVHYBJY

ANYWAYS!!! Enjoy the first 747 words of chapter 6 lol (btw it’s definitely a long [+ relatively heavy] one for me so far… this isn’t even half of the WIP lmao)

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Not long after returning to the castle, Darcy sat in her chambers, rolling a purple twenty-sided die between her fingers as she impatiently watched the loading screen. Should be almost there, she thought just before the words “download complete” appeared on the monitor.

Tossing her D20 aside, she stood up and went over to the coral chair where a new helmet was plugged in. She ripped off the wires, picked it up, then seated herself, avoiding the armrests. After taking a breath and steeling herself, she hesitantly placed the helmet over her head.

Darcy grunted, fiery pain seizing her every nerve as The Core made itself comfortable in her body once more. She wanted to scream but bit the inside of her cheek to stop any pathetic noises from coming out. At least it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

When the agony finally subsided, she slowly opened her ten artificial eyes then heard, “Ah, well done.”

Darcy leaned back and, though they were still somewhat dazed, smiled at the praise. The Core must have already gone through their memories to see how it went.

“Looks like we’re behind schedule, though. We were supposed to be meeting with Andrias in the throne room half an hour ago,” it told them.

“Oh, shoot!” Darcy hissed as they sprang from the chair and dashed up the stairs.

Being late to their own meeting will not be good for their meticulous and calculated villain reputation.

Despite their anxiety, they slowed down once they made it to the main hallway. Running through the castle as a troubled mess would only make problems worse, so they walked with slow but powerful steps.

As she went, Darcy passed frobots putting up mass amounts of entangled cables along the walls and collared newts installing eye-shaped surveillance devices all over the castle. She noticed it earlier, but the rate at which it was getting done seemed to have multiplied as the day of the invasion grew closer.

Wow, you guys must’ve been busy, huh? she thought to The Core. What’s all this for?

“These renovations are to aid us in the invasion,” it stated. “The new additions will allow us to be omnipresent in mechanical tendrils across the castle, even when disconnected from you.”

Her lips pulled up into a wicked smirk. So, basically, you’ll, she mused delightedly, have an eye on everything?

A large, exasperated sigh echoed from most of The Core, but one of the voices let out a muffled howl of laughter, instead. Darcy grinned ear to ear, immediately deciding that the newt who appreciated her pun was objectively the best of the collection.

As she approached the throne room, she straightened her face before a couple robots on either side of the entrance swung the doors open for her. She strode in and Andrias swiftly lifted his head to see who had entered, tensing once he saw it was Darcy. Olivia and Yunan noticed his reaction then spun around and let out twin gasps of surprise.

Wait a second, Darcy thought as she stopped walking about halfway between the doors and the newts. Olivia’s and Yunan’s eyes were normal.

Tearing her gaze from the lady and the general, she stared at Andrias with narrowed eyes and asked, “What happened to their collars?” Though, it sounded more like an accusation than a question.

The giant newt seemed to prepare himself before stepping in front of Olivia and Yunan. He then said, “If I may, could you remove the helmet? I wish to speak to you directly.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms, already fed up with the conversation. “You will address all of The Core when speaking to me. Now, what are you up to? And where’s your little tiara? You know very well that we can’t monitor your thoughts without it.”

“Marcy-“

“Darcy,” she growled. Andrias knew that. He was trying to appeal to her old self, wasn’t he?

Andrias furrowed his brows but his eyes still held a little too much warmth. “Marcy, this isn’t you. I know how… persuasive The Core can be… but I also know you don’t want to hurt people.”

Darcy grit their teeth while listening, but stopped by the time he was done. Then they suddenly threw their head back in a fit of laughter. They soon finished with a sigh and went, “Oh, is that what you think, big guy? That I’m still the innocent little girl I was a year ago?”

👀 TO BE CONTINUED 👀

(in a hopefully reasonable amount of time… Idk my motivation is way too unpredictable for me to give any sort of guess hhhh)

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Again, ty @froggythesculptor for cooking <3

Since the tag is trending rn and I feel slightly validated cuz Tumblr is based… I’m coming out as a new DC fan 😔

I wanna die of cringe cuz it’s Popular (derogatory), but at least it’s trending among my people (Tumblrinas).

So uhm….

Idk if I’ll like create (draw, write, edit, whatever) anything, but I wanna warn y’all cuz I’m probably gonna start reblogging batfam shit soon XD

Feel free to unfollow! That’s why I’m giving a warning; so you don’t have to go “??? What’s happening to my dash” LMAO.

Drew an emoji for a Discord server I’m in :P

@tharrb I would reply to your comment with another comment, but I couldn’t fit what I wanted to say so here XD

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I’m not saying that Anne “wasn’t affected at all by Marcy’s death”. I’m just pointing out that I think there should’ve been far more acknowledgment, even if it was just Anne trying to convince herself that Marcy was okay and being more actively in denial.

Anne may have been working REALLY hard to find a way to Amphibia, but it was always for the Plantars. I don’t ever remember her saying that she needed to return so she could help Marcy (or Sasha), but she stated several times that she wanted to get the Plantars home, so it didn’t seem like her friends were at the forefront of her mind despite the incredible danger they were in last she saw.

Also, Anne not acknowledging Marcy’s death could 100% be due to her near indifference lol. Sure, it may be a sign of denial and wanting to avoid a sensitive subject, but without any other clues to point towards that, I feel like I have to assume that she just wasn’t very affected by it. Besides, if it was denial/avoidance, it wasn’t communicated well by the writers, making it natural for me (and other viewers) to think that Anne simply didn’t care enough.

I actually mentioned the sigh of relief in my post because… that’s it?! You just… sigh then ask an unrelated question and move on?!?! You’d think she’d AT LEAST ask how Sasha knew that and be like “omg we have to save her then!!” Ofc they did save her eventually, it’s just that maybe it should’ve been one of the first things she said once she knew Marcy was alive instead of “oh, thank goodness. So, wHaT hApPeNeD tO tHe ToWn?”

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I’m always worried that people will misunderstand me or my intentions so imma say this next thing. Sorry if you already understand, my anxiety just really wanted me to make sure XD

Btw it’s ofc completely fine if you still disagree lol. I’m not gonna force/pressure you to say that you believe me or make you think you have to justify yourself. Feel free to reply with another argument (I kinda like debating stuff as long as it’s friendly :P), but don’t think you have to!!

Greetings, frog Tumblr! Welcome to my impulsive, salt-induced Amphibia rant!!

This where I’m gonna ramble about Anne’s nonchalance and near indifference towards Marcy’s whole situation despite, not only supposedly wielding the “heart” gem (which embodies empathy, selflessness, and responsibility), but also the fact that she has been friends with Marcy since before kindergarten and has previously been very protective of her.

So STRAP IN, frogs, newts, toads, and hummuses alike cuz HERE WE GO

Keep reading

The lab rat duo (affectionate)

This is based on the first part of ch2 from my Enemy Endlings fic!! I was tempted to do a more dynamic scene, but I hadn’t finished a drawing in a while, so I didn’t wanna push myself XD.

If you’re interested in basilisk/grimwalker hostility, here’s the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49109416

👀 OH I’M LIKING THIS!!! It’s so cool to see The Core react to her autism in that way!!

I actually have a vague AU where the non-royal members of The Core go behind the Leviathans’ back to create a way out for themselves if the rushed design of Darcy’s helmet failed them (which it did ofc). So the scholars… or “nerds”, as I call them, of The Core uploaded themselves into a replacement spine for Marcy while she was healing, meaning they stuck with her after Amphibia hehehe. They didn’t have as malicious of intents as the Leviathans tho. I posted a lil script thing about it lmao. Sorry jnhbgvhbjnk

The Musings of a Collective Consciousness.

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The Core was, in simple terms, just that: they are a core, a tether, for the greatest minds in all of Amphibia's history. Kings, queens, warriors, even doctors: their minds as one, they can reach and understand opinions and conclusions in a flash.

And yet, Wit, Marcy Wu, their current host, evades their understanding.

Their mind is... wired differently. Autism, they learnt it was; it allowed the girl a unique set of tools at her disposal, and yet she was ridiculed for it. 'Nonsensical', they concluded. All beings fear what they can't understand. So, they fear her, and disrespect her.

Utter nonsense, but they are humans, so The Core isn't too surprised.

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Tapping the side of their helmet, The Core, now fully calling themselves Darcy, found a quiet moment with nothing to do, as Andrias was, for lack of a better word, busy.

And, bored, they examined their host's memories.

In total, Heart and Strength consumed a vast majority of them. Odd.

Examining one memory led into an intriguing discovery.

"I'm Waybright; Sasha Waybright!"

'Intriguing' is pushing it, but from this memory, they found it interesting how much Strength changed over the years. At first, they chalked it up to the passing age, but they started to think more on it, their foot tapping rhythmically.

There are two factors: the first being the matter of Strength's parents, the second being that Heart and Wit never corrected her behaviour; moreover, Heart was too weak to Strength, especially with Strength's line of, "End. Of. Discussion." and that Wit never bothered to intervene.

Why was that?

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"Andrias." they called to the disgraceful son descendant of theirs.

"Oh, my lord! Is there something you require?" instantly, and without a fight. Almost saddening.

"Due to us not being able to reach a conclusion, we require another's opinion: how would you describe Marcy Wu?"

"..." Andrias looked lost for a second, and Darcy held up a hand.

"You may speak freely."

"...She was..." Andrias swallowed. "Despite what I had to do, she was someone whom I could speak to."

"Elaborate."

"To speak, not as ruler and subject, but as..." the Newt looked over; perhaps reminiscing about his old friends. "...As people."

"...Hm. We shall be off, then. Tha--" they held their tongue. No need to be that pleasant.

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"The truth is, I..."

"For I, Marciano--!"

"I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU BOTH!"

The same end result, a different way to reach it.

Wit sees the friendship they made with Strength and Heart as the most important thing to them. More than their family, even.

To some of The Core, the idea is odd; yet, there is a vast majority that agree that Wit works differently to them. Their mind is akin to a maze; one that even they can't fully understand.

On the outside, Darcy paced, hands behind their back. On the inside, a war was breaking out, over one simple thought:

'What will happen once we run out of worlds?'

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Enough was enough. It was time for Wit... Wu to pull her own weight.

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"A~nd that makes Puzzle Number One-Hundred and Twenty-Three: officially 'Solved'!" placing the puzzle away from her, Marcy smiled, sitting down in her room in peaceful quietness.

"Man. It's, a... pre-tty quiet, huh?" Marcy was no stranger to vivid dreams, even after her time in Amphibia was over. A whole week... hard to imagine, and yet here she is, sitting down and keeping her mind active.

With that, Marcy went to reach for another puzzle.

"Marcy Regina Wu."

Marcy froze. No. No no no no no no no. It can't be that... that thing--

But clad in that Sci-Fi black armour, the red cape and no helmet in sight, Darcy calmly looked at Marcy, orange gazing at greyish-brown.

"We do hope we are not interfering."

"YOU!" Marcy found herself shouting before she could think. "I... Anne killed you! You're dead!"

"You destroyed only the part that had lost their minds to megalomania. In other words, the vast majority of The Core." Darcy sat down, head in their palm as they gazed on almost... defeatedly at Marcy. "Yet a small part, the one they deemed 'weak', was lift in your consciousness as the helmet's connection with the castle was severed.

"For all intents and purposes: you won. We lost. You're the victor. We're the loser." they then shrugged, a ghost of their former smirk on their face. "You're the hero. And we are the villain."

"Enough." Marcy whispered. "What do you want? Why talk now?"

"As we mentioned, we were found defective. Weak. Emotional. Empathetic. We were the ones who spoke of injustice against you. As despicable the vast majority of us may be, we would have never agreed to forcefully putting you into that room, and moreso hijacking your body."

"But you did. And I didn't hear a single voice speaking of 'injustice'." Marcy almost spat out the world. As much as she wanted to wake up, something told her that wouldn't be a good option.

"We were... pushed into a corner, to put it into perspective. Now, onto your question. We are here..." their eyebrows opened, showing two more eyes. "...To help you with your little... shall we say as you say, 'gay little panic'.

"...What."