Day 3: Friends

Yes. It’s incredible.

(valid af headcanon and I’m tempted to steal it, but she’s mostly regarded as like straight or bi in canon. Sadly, in the comics, she does not have a girlfriend that she casually mentioned to the media 😔)

if i post enough lies on this website, will they end up in the google AI summaries?

*gives Darcy a killapillar*

They shall conquer worlds together

Happy Dannypocalypse everyone!

Hey my dude! How ya doing? Good? Wanna hear about another stupid idea I have? Probably not but here go!

Amphibia AU where everything's the same except Marcy is just. Dangerous, like she looks like she could snap you in half (and would do it). And Child!Sasha and Anne saw the girl sitting on her own, reading a book and only looking up to death glare others. And just, adopted her.

Cjjsbdjfjsj scary Marcy gives me LIFE

I can not and will not stop with the worms

“Amusing. You wish to squirm?”

Marcy Screenshot Redraw

I wanted to draw some Marcy fluff so… YEET

This took quite a while since I put more time and effort into the sketch and lineart and I like how it turned out!! I miss her so much I just wanna see her happy again *sobs*

Reference

...Belos?

What's that? Not an entire month between chapters? Huh, weird.

New Chapter Excerpt below the cut! (Please give me lots of love and comments please. My life is making me sad and I needed it)

Excerpt:

Wake up before the sun rises, shake off the nightmares, then train. 

He’s free. 

Train until his body gives out or Flapjack starts yelling at him. Rest and recover, clean himself up and prepare a serving of rations for breakfast. They’re bland and tasteless.

This is freedom. 

Perform the needed chores- clean the dishes, take inventory of the remaining supplies, and wash his clothes if required.

He has to do this… No. He chooses to do this. Because he has the freedom to choose.

And he chooses the exact same thing. Every morning, rinse and repeat. Again and again.

His choice. 

After he's finished his morning routine he researches.

And researches.

And researches.

He’s… 

So tired.

This morning's nightmare was a different flavour of horrible. Instead of Belos, instead of chains, he dreamt of death and boiling seawater.

He dreamt of the mer-person's final moments, but the complete opposite of how it happened in reality.

In Hunter's nightmare, it's his own gloved hands gripping tight onto their throat. He's submerged in the tank with the mer-person, boiling, boiling, boiling, as he squeezes tighter and tighter staring into their eyes.

Except their eyes aren't yellow-teal with a horizontal pupil like a mer-person's should be.

They're magenta. Magenta like-

"End me like my others"

He squeezes and boils and stares into too-familiar eyes before waking up hot and shivering, soaked in a fevered sweat knowing in his heart that it's going to be one of those weeks.

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

Here’s a bunch of 3+ year old incorrect TOH quotes from my notes app because I’m bored

News reporter: There are rumors that you recently went undercover at Hexside under the name “Caleb”. Is this true?

The Golden Guard: Pfft, TITAN no. Caleb’s just a pathetic wannabe who can’t stand his own incompetence. Like, seriously, he can’t do anything right. I feel bad for anyone who has to suffer the embarrassment of being within 20 feet of him. He’s such a loser.

Hunter, watching the clip on his scroll a few hours later: Say that to my face, you fucking tool. Stop being such a royal ass-kisser and get a real job.

The Emerald Entrails, sitting together after practice:

Willow: Are you okay?

Luz: No problemo!

Luz, internally: But it was all problemo.

Gus: What's your biggest fear?

Hunter: Being replaced.

Gus: Damn that's deep.

Gus: My new one is the Kool-Aid man but I feel kinda stupid about it now.

Hunter, lying in the woods, depressed: I'll never be a cop again. I'm gonna have to be a robber.

Lilith: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes.

The Golden Guard, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

Willow: What are you two arguing about this time?

Hunter: He’s always using human phrases incorrectly!

Gus: Cry me a table, Hunter.

Luz: I'm very disappointed in you, Vee.

Hunter: C'mon, don't get mad at Vee!

Luz: Hunter, stop telling Vee it's okay for her to punch you! She needs to learn not to punch people!

Hunter: But I'm not a person!

Vee: Which is why I punched him!

Lilith: *Turns on the breakroom light*

The Golden Guard: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Lilith: It’s four in the morning.

The Golden Guard: Turn the light back off.

Hunter: The joy of hanging out with Luz. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and she bites the tip of a marker off.

Camila: Can you come out?

Luz: Yeah gimme a minute…

Luz: Mom, I’m bi.

Camila: I know that. Come out to the car.

Luz: Okay.

Luz: Car, I’m bi.

Camila, a tired mother:

Willow: *lifting weights*

Hunter: Wow… She’s so intense!

Luz: I wonder what drives her.

Willow, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Hunter, protecting a palistrom forest: I am Hunter, I speak for the trees. Chop them down and I snap your knees.

Luz: I wanna be a knight!

Hunter, basically a knight: What the fuck do you want this shit for? I kill people, all right? Their blood is on my hands! Every night, when I go to sleep, I see their FUCKING faces staring at me! Their families weep, and I FEEL NOTHING! I’M DEAD INSIDE!

Luz: Man, I want some of that in my life!

Luz: I want a trip down memory lane.

Vee: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Luz’s lap*

Vee: I heard you needed these?

Luz: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Hunter: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Luz: Did Willow say “I love you” and you said “Thanks”?

Hunter: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

The Golden Guard, on live news: I can't imagine what the Owl Lady is planning, but I can tell you two things: we won't like it and it won't be legal.

Gus: Did you win? Or just not die?

Gus: Either way, hooray.

Hunter: ... Is "no" a valid answer?

Gus: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

The Golden Guard: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

Darius: Why?

The Golden Guard: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Lilith.

Darius: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.

The Golden Guard: Darius, you have opened my eyes.

Lilith: Can we talk about that mass message you sent?

The Golden Guard: Why? It was important.

Lilith: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".

Steve, shrugging: The people need to know.

Gus: How long do you think it’ll be until Willow finally snaps and commits murder?

Hunter: I’ve been operating under the assumption that it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to her.

Hunter: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?

Luz: Exactly.

Luz, to Amity: I told you he’d understand.

Willow: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Willow: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Hunter: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who.

Luz: Voldemort?

Hunter: No.

Luz: Is it Voldemort?

Hunter: It's not Voldemort.

Luz: You haven’t mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.

Incorrect Amphibia Quotes: Villain Edition

Andrias: Darcy just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

Blair: Darcy’s gonna kill me.

Andrias: No, she'll probably make me do it.

Bartley: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Blair: That's deep.

Branson: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Blair: That's deeper.

Darcy: ...You guys are idiots.

Blair: Good morning.

Branson: Good morning.

Bartley: Good morning.

Andrias: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Darcy: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Branson: You're smiling. What happened?

Darcy: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Bartley: Andrias tripped and fell down the stairs today.

Darcy: Anyone d-

Bartley: Depressed?

Branson: Drained?

Blair: Dumb?

Andrias: Disliked?

Darcy: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people …

Darcy: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Andrias: That sounds like a dare to me.

Darcy: Oh my frog.

Andrias, gently nudging Darcy aside with his foot: Darcy, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Darcy, their eyes enormous: You kick Darcy? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Andrias! Jail for Andrias for one thousand years!

Andrias: But that’s censorship.

Darcy: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go.

Darcy: You three, explain right now!

Blair: It was Andrias.

Branson: It was Andrias.

Bartley: It was Andrias.

Andrias:

Andrias: …fuck.

Darcy: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Andrias: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.