Amphibia Fic - Tumblr Posts
"She's pretty," Sasha chose to voice. "There's something about her, Mars- you can't say you haven't noticed it." Sasha had. The moment Anne Boonchuy had landed in her field of vision that Wednesday morning, she'd felt it; the subconscious tugging, a magnetism that drew her in.
Marcy had it, but she'd been with Marcy forever. It was only natural they'd fall together. Anne was new. Anne was exciting.
That was what Sasha wanted.
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or: putting both mean girls and heathers to shame, marcy and sasha talk. it definitely goes a way, especially when new transfer student anne boonchuy is at the center of it.
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For the little beta sasharcy au @cutetanuki-chan is playing around with
She could hear the genuine plea in Anne's voice, but chose to ignore it. She snatched her hand back, breaking the contact as though it were poison, and shot Anne one of the most potent glares she could manage.
Of course that was Anne's problem. She didn't think.
Maybe that was why Sasha liked her so much.
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or: it starts in math.
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Woah more beta sasharcy?? Who would've thought... @cutetanuki-chan here you are <3
The sound of water dripping tickled her ears, and she shook her head. There was no water here. She hadn’t passed a stream or puddle or body of water in stars knew how long. Miles upon miles. Hours upon days upon minutes. With the amount of time she’d spent in the dark, walking, she was certain she’d have to have crossed that threshold of travel by now.
She gripped rock hard under her palm. The path split: a right branch and a left branch. She inhaled deeply. There wasn’t anything to it; her path wasn't a choice so much as it was the fate of choosing to lead along the wall with her left hand. If her trek forward was pointless, at least she’d find her way back to this spot.
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Underneath the city of Newtopia, Sasha has a terrible time.
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I'll put it here too: more on the underpath au @banyanas and I have been talking about <3
This reality. Her reality is something else. Something different. It changes every time she closes her eyes, passes another body-that-isn’t-a-body, hears things other than the drum of her boots across the ground, heel to floor, a steady rhythm she cant - won't - break, because if she does, she’ll break with it.
Her left hand draws against the wall of the cave. She thinks herself better for it.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
She doesn’t think herself better for the passenger she’s acquired.
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Underpath AU part 3
To anyone new looking in on this: heed the fic tags or else
Marcy chuckles. Despite her actions, Sasha’s eyes find her own, face tilting, magnets polarized towards each other. If she were feeling generous, Marcy would liken them to planets. Satellites. Always drawn back together.
“Yeah.” Smug satisfaction laces her words. Her hands find the curve of Sasha’s jaw, skin supple and soft, turning it so she can meet dazzling eyes that would blind her in any other circumstance. “So if none of those are right,” Her fingers trace a familiar path of flesh, and Sasha’s right hand comes to hold it still. “Why'd you come?”
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Sasha drops by to visit her favorite nerd
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Amazingly, I can write fluff
“Prom’s coming up,” Anne remarks, once they’ve gotten through their usual greetings and catching-ups. “Senior prom, too. Any special plans?”
“Oh, I was thinking about going with someone,” Sasha says all flirtatiously, and she bats her lashes– not at the camera, but towards Anne, grinning like a maniac. Anne smiles at her back, and something lurches in Marcy’s gut.
Before she has the time to dwell on the sensation, however, she’s thrust back into the center of attention as Anne looks back at the camera, eyes big and brown and almost hopeful. “What about you, Mars?”
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or: hundreds of miles away, marcy reflects on what the idea of prom used to mean to her, all while completely oblivious to the schemes of her best friends
Though she’s made her peace somewhat with their amphibian adventure, she’d assumed that the journal had been lost. She never expected it to be held onto, lovingly looked after as a gentle reminder, a keepsake, a memento.
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During one of the girls meet-ups, Marcy gets her journal back and recovers a page she thought she’d torn out.