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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu Characters: Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy Additional Tags: Gender Dysphoria, They/Them Pronouns for Marcy Wu, Marcy has amazing girlfriends, what else do I tag????, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, no beta we die like marcy wu, please dont kill me for that last tag Series: Part 1 of Post-Amphibia Oneshots and Stuff Summary:

Marcy has a breakdown over being unable to wear binders due to medical issues (fuck you Andrias) and their girlfriends comfort them

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu Characters: Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, The Night (Disney: Amphibia) Additional Tags: Angst, Violence, Blood and Injury, Self-Harm, Nightmares, Trauma, Scars Series: Part 2 of Post-Amphibia Oneshots and Stuff Summary:

Marcy has a nightmare/flashback to the events of Amphibia

WARNING This fic has blood and injuries mentioned within the first part of the fic, as well as a description of self-harm. Read at your own discretion.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Marcy Wu Additional Tags: Angst, Marcy is thinking, Anne and the Plantars are mentioned but they dont do anything, the Night is also mentioned but its just being a bitch, Marcy is numb, oh yeah Sasha is also mentioned Summary:

“My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won’t wake up this time”

- Freaks - Surf Curse

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Marcy Wu, Andrias (Disney: Amphibia), The Night (Disney: Amphibia) Additional Tags: Possession, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Marcy Wu Needs a Hug, Post-Episode: s02e20 True Colors (Disney: Amphibia) Summary:

Marcy wakes up after the Incident

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu Characters: Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, everyone is happy, They/Them Pronouns for Marcy Wu, Nonbinary Marcy Wu, Anne and Sasha are good girlfriends, Marcy is a college student, Sasha has a job, Somehow, So does Anne but shes off today, Neurodivergent Marcy Wu, Idk Marcy stims because yes Series: Part 3 of Post-Amphibia Oneshots and Stuff Summary:

Sequel to Not Okay Yet: Marcy gets TransTape

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Chapter two has been posted! Thanks to @bugthebog for helping me out with this one, I would have been completely lost without it

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Marcy Wu, Olivia (Disney: Amphibia), Yunan (Disney: Amphibia) Additional Tags: Nightmares, camping out, Yunnan is protective, so is Sasha, And Andrias is a bitch Summary:

Marcy has a nightmare shortly after being rescued and Yunnan and Olivia comfort her.

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Olivia/Yunan (Disney: Amphibia) Characters: Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, Andrias (Disney: Amphibia), Grime (Disney: Amphibia), Olivia (Disney: Amphibia), Yunan (Disney: Amphibia) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Nightmares, Found Family, Fluff, Nonbinary Marcy Wu, Transmasc Sasha Waybright, Sasha’s hair is dyed, Also short haired Sasha supremacy Summary:

Exactly what the title says

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Chapters: 4/30 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon), The Owl House (Cartoon), No Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Olivia/Yunan (Disney: Amphibia), Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers, Emira Blight/Viney, Boscha/Willow Park Characters: Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Grime (Disney: Amphibia), Olivia (Disney: Amphibia), Yunan (Disney: Amphibia), Hopadiah “Hop Pop” Plantar, Polly Plantar, Sprig Plantar, Andrias (Disney: Amphibia), The Night (Disney: Amphibia), Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, Raine Whispers, King (The Owl House), Gus Porter, Willow Park, Boscha (The Owl House), Emira Blight, Edric Blight, Viney (The Owl House), Vee (The Owl House), Camila Noceda, Original Characters, Thistle, Blair, Finley, Orion - Character, Aether - Character, Ridley Holland, Cameron Ray, Ashton, Amelia Ray, Lilith Clawthorne Additional Tags: Genderfluid Sasha Waybright, Trans Female Anne Boonchuy, Non Binary Marcy Wu, Flirting, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Trauma, Mental Breakdown, Grief/Mourning, Memorials, Childhood Memories, Nightmares, Coping Mechanisms, Medication, Scars, Injury Recovery, Misogyny, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Implied Sexual Content, Smoking, Drinking, Self-Doubt, Possession, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Overworking, Piercings Summary:

I created my own writing challenge! It will be updated once a day throughout November.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Marcy Wu, Andrias (Disney: Amphibia), Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy Additional Tags: voices, Trauma, its only mentioned but still, Angst, ig?, orion doesnt know how to tag Summary:

“And the songbirds keep singing Like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before, like never before”

- Songbird, Eva Cassidy

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Deltarune Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Asriel Dreemurr/Dess Holiday, Noelle Holiday/Susie (Deltarune), Kris/Ralsei (Deltarune) Characters: Dess Holiday, Asriel Dreemurr, Noelle Holiday, Susie (Deltarune), Ralsei (Deltarune), Kris (Deltarune), Toriel (Undertale), Rudy Holiday, Mayor Holiday (Deltarune), Asgore Dreemurr, Original Characters, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Intrusive Thoughts, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, missing person, Smoking, Magical Corruption, Losing Control, Trans Noelle Holiday, Misgender Kris and I will steal your knees, Dess is Going Through It, She’s gonna need some therapy after this fic Summary:

Despite not being as hardcore of a believer as the rest of her family, December Holiday did have somewhat of a belief in the Angel, their supposed savior. However, her belief wavers when her prayers for mercy go unanswered, despite how torturous her existence has become.

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Okay so

I've been writing something called Paradox

And because of some personal reasons, some parts of it are difficult for me to write

So, I'm looking for a co-author (or maybe multiple co-authors)

If you're interested, DM me here or over at @thewholesomebean

I can try and answer any questions you have about it

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Nights Like These

Strawberry stained fingertips Chain-smoking Binge-watching Netflix

Flame flickered from the lighter, soon reaching the end of the cigarette. Smoke wafted into the air. Some random Netflix show played on their phone. The room smelled of smoke, nicotine, and strawberries, a strange mix, but a nice one.

Bike grease in my hair Blood on your jeans Blisters on our feet A huge grin full of teeth

They ran a hand through their hair, smearing bike grease through it. Flecks of blood spattered their friend’s jeans from the injuries gained from failed attempts at skateboarding. They kept their feet on the couch, not wanting to irritate the blisters that covered them. Grins graced their faces, half-drunk giggles escaping them.

The California drought The smell after the thunderstorm That knocked the power out

Rain fell harshly against the windows, flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder accompanying the noise. It was a wonderful reprieve from the drought that had crossed the area for the past month. Even then, the power had been knocked out, leaving them to rewatch pre-downloaded Netflix shows.

Sweat soaks up my handlebars I want to die with all my scars If they don’t like the way we are Then fuck them

A bike was tossed to the corner of the room, the felt covers on the handlebars soaked with sweat. Scars crossed their arms, harsh reminders of past mistakes. Both phones have been set on silent to ignore the influx of texts, some good but most bad. Ignoring them served as just a silent fuck you to the people trying to bring them down from their high.

And I stayed up Chain-smoking in the kitchen Until you got home And the curtains were on fire

Singed curtains hung over the kitchen window, a stark reminder of the fire started by the lighter used to light the cigarettes. Water still soaked the floor, having been used to douse the flames long after they had been started.

Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone With the TV blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place

Now dry tears track their face as they stare at the dark tv, ignoring the show playing from their phone. Thankful that they were no longer staying in the apartment, a place devoid of color but filled with dark memories. It was empty now, even lonelier than ever.

I place my head between my knees and think: “Do you ever have nights like these?“ So separated from my sense of self and The shit you keep up on your bookshelf

They pulled their knees to their chest, curling up and placing their head between their knees. Their mind was far away, detached from their body completely. Rustling was heard by the bookshelf, but they couldn’t bring themselves to look towards the noise.

So, I just take another sip I keep falling off and eating shit And forgetting to unclip

The tequila burned their throat and they let out a sigh. Their knees stung and they wiped the blood away from their nose with a sleeve, both injuries caused by an annoying fall onto the pavement.

The sun will rise another time For now it’s me and you, our bikes: We trip and stumble Laughing, to the park

Through the shadows and moonlight, they walked down the empty road, pulling their bikes with them. They stumbled, leaning on the other for support. There was a beat of silence and then laughter. Why they were laughing, they didn’t know, but they felt good.

The flea bites laid out on my wrist The heart-shaped blister on my palm The handlebars had etched

Flea bites littered their wrists, joining the scars that marred the skin. A blister covered their palm and they traced its shape with a marker, enjoying the heart it created.

My body is out On my back porch My brain is fucking somewhere else On the roof with the flags we torched

They stood on the back porch, a red solo cup filled with beer in their hand as they leaned against the railing. Meanwhile, their mind was gone, back to a day weeks ago. Two teens, standing on the roof of a building, holding up a flag together while it burned, filling the air with smoke.

And I stayed up Chain-smoking in the kitchen Until you got home And the curtains were on fire

Smoke drifted from the end of a cigarette. The air filled with the noise of water boiling, and in their unfocused state, they noticed just a second too late the fire starting at the tip of the curtains, which had gotten too close to the stove.

Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone With the T.V. blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place

Their mind drifted back to hours earlier, to an empty apartment. The dark tv, the feeling of loneliness that filled the area and made it feel much darker than it already was.

I place my head between my knees and think: “Do you ever have nights like these?“ So separated from my sense of self and The shit you keep up on your bookshelf

A lone figure sat on the couch, curled in on themselves. They muttered to the empty room, wondering if their friend felt the same some nights. Detached from the world around them, even the things resting on their bookshelf.

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Nights Like These

Strawberry stained fingertips Chain-smoking Binge-watching Netflix

Flame flickered from the lighter, soon reaching the end of the cigarette. Smoke wafted into the air. Some random Netflix show played on their phone. The room smelled of smoke, nicotine, and strawberries, a strange mix, but a nice one.

Bike grease in my hair Blood on your jeans Blisters on our feet A huge grin full of teeth

They ran a hand through their hair, smearing bike grease through it. Flecks of blood spattered their friend’s jeans from the injuries gained from failed attempts at skateboarding. They kept their feet on the couch, not wanting to irritate the blisters that covered them. Grins graced their faces, half-drunk giggles escaping them.

The California drought The smell after the thunderstorm That knocked the power out

Rain fell harshly against the windows, flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder accompanying the noise. It was a wonderful reprieve from the drought that had crossed the area for the past month. Even then, the power had been knocked out, leaving them to rewatch pre-downloaded Netflix shows.

Sweat soaks up my handlebars I want to die with all my scars If they don’t like the way we are Then fuck them

A bike was tossed to the corner of the room, the felt covers on the handlebars soaked with sweat. Scars crossed their arms, harsh reminders of past mistakes. Both phones have been set on silent to ignore the influx of texts, some good but most bad. Ignoring them served as just a silent fuck you to the people trying to bring them down from their high.

And I stayed up Chain-smoking in the kitchen Until you got home And the curtains were on fire

Singed curtains hung over the kitchen window, a stark reminder of the fire started by the lighter used to light the cigarettes. Water still soaked the floor, having been used to douse the flames long after they had been started.

Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone With the TV blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place

Now dry tears track their face as they stare at the dark tv, ignoring the show playing from their phone. Thankful that they were no longer staying in the apartment, a place devoid of color but filled with dark memories. It was empty now, even lonelier than ever.

I place my head between my knees and think: “Do you ever have nights like these?“ So separated from my sense of self and The shit you keep up on your bookshelf

They pulled their knees to their chest, curling up and placing their head between their knees. Their mind was far away, detached from their body completely. Rustling was heard by the bookshelf, but they couldn’t bring themselves to look towards the noise.

So, I just take another sip I keep falling off and eating shit And forgetting to unclip

The tequila burned their throat and they let out a sigh. Their knees stung and they wiped the blood away from their nose with a sleeve, both injuries caused by an annoying fall onto the pavement.

The sun will rise another time For now it’s me and you, our bikes: We trip and stumble Laughing, to the park

Through the shadows and moonlight, they walked down the empty road, pulling their bikes with them. They stumbled, leaning on the other for support. There was a beat of silence and then laughter. Why they were laughing, they didn’t know, but they felt good.

The flea bites laid out on my wrist The heart-shaped blister on my palm The handlebars had etched

Flea bites littered their wrists, joining the scars that marred the skin. A blister covered their palm and they traced its shape with a marker, enjoying the heart it created.

My body is out On my back porch My brain is fucking somewhere else On the roof with the flags we torched

They stood on the back porch, a red solo cup filled with beer in their hand as they leaned against the railing. Meanwhile, their mind was gone, back to a day weeks ago. Two teens, standing on the roof of a building, holding up a flag together while it burned, filling the air with smoke.

And I stayed up Chain-smoking in the kitchen Until you got home And the curtains were on fire

Smoke drifted from the end of a cigarette. The air filled with the noise of water boiling, and in their unfocused state, they noticed just a second too late the fire starting at the tip of the curtains, which had gotten too close to the stove.

Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone With the T.V. blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place

Their mind drifted back to hours earlier, to an empty apartment. The dark tv, the feeling of loneliness that filled the area and made it feel much darker than it already was.

I place my head between my knees and think: “Do you ever have nights like these?“ So separated from my sense of self and The shit you keep up on your bookshelf

A lone figure sat on the couch, curled in on themselves. They muttered to the empty room, wondering if their friend felt the same some nights. Detached from the world around them, even the things resting on their bookshelf.

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Safe

Footsteps echoed on the cracked concrete sidewalk. A light laugh, a quiet tap of fingers against a metal cup, a quick brush of hair from their face. They slowed, doing a small twirl. Their new shoes, a pair of blue converse, seemed to have a brighter color in the dying sunlight. Despite the cold air, they were dressed in a skirt and crop top paired with some old fishnet stockings. Despite how most would consider it a scandalous or sexual outfit, to her, it only seemed cute, matching them perfectly. Their mismatched hazel and blue eyes glinted in the light as they spun once more before coming to a stop beside her, a smile on their face. They grabbed her hand with their free one, swinging their arms as they continued to walk. She laughed a bit at their antics, following along at a slightly slower pace. Passing a park, they slowed, looking at it before tugging on her hand. They urged her to follow as they lead her into the forest. Both the lighting and the fact that it was mid-December made the trees look an almost ashy grey color. She followed, laughing along the way. Sure, it wasn’t the most exciting thing, but it was simple, and calm, like the chaos of the world couldn’t reach them here. It was safe, if only for a bit.

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So, I'm looking for some co-authors/editors for Arcana Circus. I need help to work on it since I'm going back to in person school and won't have as much free time to work on it myself. There will be ideas that will need to be approved by me but minor things will mostly be fine. You can message me if you're interested and I'll get back to you when I can.

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Why...

TW: Blood, death, s**cide mention (Adding this here and in the tags cause some people don’t read the tags)

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Slowly, darkness faded away until Quinn looked out across the fog covered field, blood staining her skin. She shivered, feeling the silence pressing in around her. A figure appeared, mostly hidden by the fog other than a shadow, much smaller than her, as if it were a child. It slowly approached, later taking shape of a young boy, his face streaked with dirt and tear, his clothes ripped and torn with old scars covering his body. The much older girl dropped to her knees, ducking her head.

“Please. Not again. Don’t. I have already apologized countless times. Why do you always return? Can you please stop?”

Her voice shook as tears joined the dew on the grass. Her cries were near silent, as if by pure habit instead of just how it was. The boy shook his head, a frown overtaking his features.

“I pray you never take a breath without remembering the breaths you’ve taken away,” he spoke, his voice even, sounding much crueler than any child should be able to sound.

The girl sobbed, her body shaking.

“How many times will you repeat that phrase? How many times must you remind me of my past mistakes?”

Silence. Nothing more. After a few moments, the girl looked up. The boy was gone and the fog had dispersed, showing a field filled with life and death. Flowers and bodies. Looking down at her clothes, she realized that she was now entirely streaked with blood. Her clothes, her legs, her arms, everything. Murmuring filled the clearing and she curled in one herself, clamping her hands over her ears. It did nothing. The voices called out to her, reminding her. As her vision went dark, she sent one last plea to the missing boy.

You have every right to take my life. End this suffering or I will do it myself.