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fanon marcy is so fun because the queer nerd spectrum is so wide and literally everyone in this community is on it and you just see them representing themselves like
how does the person view themself? is marcy a dirty trans boy who catches lizards and bugs and can name all of them? or a refined violinist burdened with the high expectations of her family? maybe theyre gifted kid burnout who feels the constant need to do something with their hands or they might go insane? chess club geek? and the way she’s all of these things at the same time. its so funny to me
edit/scene redraw as sashars
Scene mimi-script + AU and oc (Mars) by @fidget-flake
Sasha: Don’t worry Mars this is totally safe! Mars, who nearly got blown to bits during the last mission: . . .
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Hello and welcome, as many of you know i’m a massive Amphibia fan and i also have a terminal case of Sashannarcy brainrot.
I’ve got a few stories that I've written, and i like to think they were good. And yet for the last two months I've had a bad case of Writers block that i couldn’t shake. I didn’t know what to do.
Then @phrogfrommars announced that she was hosting a Sashannarcy week for 2022 and I thought to myself “Hey, I could do that!” So here I am. For the next seven days I'm going to be releasing seven different stories about Sashannarcy that each fit the themes present in the week’s instructions.
Today marks the first day, Date. I truly hope that I did well. Thank you to @thisbelongsto-nohbodys for allowing me to use their Sasha Suit design for this story.
And without further ado, behold the show! Sashannarcy has a date and Wartwood are embarrassing, what else is new?
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“I’m no expert on hummus relationships, but I think you need to calm down a little.” Grime told the pacing human girl in front of him.
“Calm!? CALM!?” Sasha screamed at her commander/adoptive father as she paced back and forth in their cramped little room on top of the Sundew Tea Shop. Night had fallen on Wartwood and it would be at least a week till her and the girls went to Newtopia.
Normally, Sasha would be spending the time relaxing, trying to keep her mind off of her and the Toad Army’s plan, but right now even that would be a better thing to fret about than what she was thinking about every second right now.
“Do you know how perfect this needs to be Grimsey? Do you really? Because if I don't woo the hell out of Marcy and Anne on this date then the only kissing I'll be doing with them is kissing them goodbye!” Sasha ranted as she began rapidly cleaning her armor of every imagined speck of dust for the seventh time that night.
Sasha was rightfully nervous, however. Since she was going on a date with the two loves of her life.
After the disaster of a dinner party was over, the girls had taken a chance to just laugh and hang out without the pressure of the upcoming end of their journey hanging over them. Perhaps it had been the adrenaline, or the exhilaration of battle, or trying to keep her mind off of the plan, or perhaps it had been that she had spent the entire night trying not to descend into a big panicky mess over how absolutely beautiful the girls had looked that night, but asking them out had sort of just… slipped out.
At least she had the comfort that Marcy and Anne had also sort of screamed out a confession at the same time as she had. After an awkward silence, they had agreed to go on a date tonight to make up for the dinner party. Some place called Stumpy’s or whatever, Sasha had been too busy trying not to fall into excited squealing at their asking her out.
And now Sasha was going into full panic mode over the fact that she was going on a date with Anne and Marcy.
“I don’t know what you’re so worried about, anyway.” Grime said dismissively as he watched Sasha fret about the armor once more. At his lieutenants' poisonous glare, he held up his hands. “I mean, you already fought in glorious combat together and slew some deadly enemies. What more do you need?”
“They’re not toads, Grimsey.” Sasha said simply, speaking slowly to try and keep her anger under check. “Humans don’t ask each other out by killing some enemies and presenting them with trophies.”
“Be easier if you did.” Grime muttered as Sasha turned back to fretting over every last detail possible: Real or imagined. “I mean, take my sister for example! She hunted down a pair of love doves and made them into a fashionable suit for the girl she was head over heels for. Worked for her.” Grime said.
“Once again, Grime. WE ARE NOT TOADS!” Sasha screamed.
Before the two of them could descend into yet another screaming match, the door opened. Felicia Sundew, the red-haired proprietress of the tea shop they were staying at, swept in with a bundle in her arms.
“I would appreciate it if you all could keep it down, but from the sound of it you're going to go on till you’ve headed off.” Felicia said wearily, trying not to lose her patience with paying guests.
Even if said guests had terrorized the town not even a few months ago.
‘Patience Felicia, just have patience.’ She thought to herself.
Sasha had proceeded to ignore Felicia and start furiously cleaning her pauldron, as she’d found some microscopic fleck of dust in one corner, and so it was left to Grime to be the adult.
Again.
“My Lieutenant is just feeling a little, ah, anxious, before her big night.” Grime said to the frog, trying to explain why Sasha looked two steps away from a mental breakdown.
“I can certainly see that.” Felicia said, looking at the Blonde girl. She looked from the simple ponytail, to her armor, to the brief smatter of make-up on her. She looked about as normal as she usually did and yet looked worse from the obvious lack of care given to anything but her armor.
Felicia wondered if she should be diplomatic, remembered the sword fight atop Toad Tower, and decided not too.
“You look terrible.” Felicia said bluntly, causing the blonde to look up sharply and Grime to glare.
“I do no-”
“You’re going on a romantic evening out and you’re wearing the exact same thing as normal. The girls are going to think you believe this to be a casual evening, and any romantic interest will be gone.” Felicia said point by point, causing the girl to wince with each statement.
“I don’t have time! I need to get my armor to look perfect since I quite literally have nothing else to wear! Everything I could have worn went down with the Tower so I need to work on this and if it takes letting makeup and hair care fall to the wayside then-” Sasha rambled on and on, growing more hysterical as the reality that she was going to blow this started to set in again.
“I can help with that, here.” Felicia held out the bundle in her arms to the fretting blonde girl. Who looked at it like it was a two headed Hybeena.
Felicia uncovered the bundle in her arms to reveal a coat made with white and pink feathers and deep velvet leather. The feathers covered the shoulders like pauldrons while the back of the suit jacket trailed down to become more, far longer feathers, going down to just above the ankles. The cuffs of the coat were embroidered with gold while the buttons along it caught the light. The coat came with a crisp white button up and a pair of black slacks, that also were embroidered with gold.
The ensemble was gorgeous.
“This was given to me a long time ago by… someone very dear to me. It should fit you, I think.” Felicia said with a patient smile. “It should knock the pants off those girls, a lot better than the armor you came with.”
“I don’t, I don't know what to say.” Sasha said, at a complete loss for words.
“Just make sure to treat those girls well, okay?” Felicia said simply, the smile on her face taking on a sharp edge. “Anne has done so much for this town, she’s our protector after all. And Marcy is just such a sweetie.”
Felicia's smile suddenly looked a hell of a lot more dangerous as she leaned closer to the blonde human. “You will treat them well, right?”
“Well isn't that nice?” Felicia leaned back and looked like the harmless tea shop owner. She held out her hands. “The suit’s yours.”
As Sasha held the suit up to the light and began holding it in front of herself in the mirror, Grime squinted at the feathers of the suit. “What bird did those come from?”
“Oh, love dove’s!” Felicia answered happily. “A very nice girl made it for me, even hunted down the doves herself.” Felicia sighed wistfully, staring off into the distance. “I wonder if Bea took over the tower like she wanted to…”
Sasha had to fight the urge to double over in laughter as she saw Grime’s face twist like he sucked on a lemon in the mirror.
**********
“Hop pop, I am begging you to please stop.” Anne pleaded with her adoptive Grandfather, who proceeded to ignore her.
“Nonsense Anne! This is how my father wooed his husbands, and how I wooed my Cynthia, and how my daughter wooed her husband. It’s tried and tested to work a hundred percent.” Hop pop replied as he laced up the massive flowing dress Anne was trapped in.
“It literally failed when it came to Sprig though.” Anne said before coughing as some makeup got in her mouth.
“Relax Anne, Marcy is cool! She’ll love you no matter what… oh, and Sasha too I guess.” Sprig, her adoptive brother, said as he continued to work his make-up magic on his big sister.
“Way to make me feel better dude.” Anne deadpanned.
“Just think of it as us stacking the deck in your favor if it makes you feel any better.” Hop-Pop said as he reached to put on a three foot tall wig on her head before it was knocked out of his hands by Polly.
“Yeah, no. If they see that wig they’re dumping her.” Polly said.
“Polly!” Sprig, Hop-Pop, and Anne shouted at the same time.
“What? It’s true, that wig is lame and we all know it!” Polly defended herself.
“You wouldn’t be here without that wig!” Hop-Pop yelled.
Anne drowned out the argument as Sprig kept on working his beautifying wizardry. In truth, as uncomfortable as she was with all the fuss over this, she would never really get mad about it. Yes, it was completely embarrassing and the thought of Sasha and Marcy seeing her in all of this made her stomach start to squirm.
But she knew that the Plantars were doing this because she was one of them. And she would never complain about that. Plus, she kind of deserved it for forcing Sprig through the same with him and ivy.
“Aaand done! Sprig cheered happily before putting a hand mirror in front of her. “What do you think?”
Anne was beautiful.
He got the lipstick to compliment the blush on her cheeks perfectly and the eyeshadow somehow made her eyes look shiny. His cosmetic sorcery had gone and done it.
It all made the dress, some old thing many other Plantar women and men had worn throughout the generations, to somehow not look ancient. It was a deep blue, with incredibly long sleeves that trailed all the way down to her feet and had flower designs embroidered across the whole ensemble.
In short, she looked like a fairytale princess.
“It’s… It’s perfect.” Oh god, she was going to cry. They’d spent at least two hours getting her ready and she was going to ruin it all by crying right then and there. It was her finally dressing as a girl for the first time all over again! “It’s, thank you!” She scooped the frogs up in a big hug, forcing the tears down but unable to stop the dopey smile.
“You’re a Plantar Anne, well always help.” Hop-Pop said gently, patting Anne on the back.
“HP stop, I'm gonna cry.” Anne sniffled, her smile still not leaving
“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead Anne!” Polly cheered.
“Oh, I should go! I gotta round up the townsfolk.” Hop-Pop said before rushing out the door. Anne just stared, blinking owlishly.
“What was that about?” Anne asked as she turned back to Polly and Sprig, both of whom weren’t meeting her eyes. Incredibly worrying.
“Weeeell, you see…” Sprig began nervously while Polly began chuckling.
**********
“And you’re sure you don’t want a love potion?” Maddie asked as she walked beside her lab-assistant/apprentice/best-friend.
“I’m not sure but it’s too late now.” Marcy said nervously as she fiddled with the frill around her skirt. She’d had Joe Sparrow go and grab her official noble’s dress that she'd worn when she was promoted to Head Ranger. A light violet dress that went from her neck to the floor with a pretty sash around her arms. She especially liked the Bolo.
Though right now she was wishing she could burrow into the earth and disappear.
A date, a real date, with the two girls she’s been head over heels for since she could remember. One where they had asked her out, even though she also asked them out. She had been worrying for years about how they would respond to the fact that she’d been madly in love with them since they met, turns out they responded by feeling the same.
That was still hard to wrap her head around, to be honest.
Anne and Sasha, the champion of the tennis court and the captain of the cheerleaders, the two most beautiful girls Marcy had ever known in her life, liked her. Her. Marcy Wu, nerd extraordinaire. They liked her, they liked her.
‘They won't like us when they learn what we di- nope nope nope, not thinking about that. Gonna shove that to the back of her mind and just ignore it for future Marcy to deal with.
Which unfortunately left her with nothing to think about but every last insecurity and doubt that she could possibly imagine.
“I’m going to be honest, I was gonna just give you a vial of tap water and call it a love potion.” Maddie said bluntly, looking Marcy in the eye as the Taiwanese girl continued to fret over her date. “Have you seen how those two look at you? They’re head over heels for you and everyone can see it.”
“I- i just-”
“Everyone Marcy, literally everyone.” Maddie said, not letting up in her attempts to cheer up her friend. “Polly even hosted a betting pool on how long it would take for any of you to ask each other out.”
“She did WHAT!?” Marcy asked, her face lighting up red as the moon in embarrassment.
“Yep.” Maddie said, popping the P. “That’s how obvious the two of them are about how they feel about you. Literally all of Wartwood could see it. Me and Ivy even won the pool and made a killing.”
Before Marcy could ask… any of the million questions that now flew through her head, they found they arrived at Stumpy’s. The diner was built into a massive fallen log, and usually Marcy would be trying to figure out what kind of tree the log came from or how the wood doesn't rot away around the restaurant, but currently she could do nothing but stand there gaping like a fish because there was Anne.
She looked like a Disney Princess, her hair even sparkled! Marcy felt herself grow tongue-tied over how her make-up was quite literally perfect. Her dress looked like it was straight out of medieval times in the best way. Marcy half expected to find a pair of frogs holding up the long trailing back of her dress like footmen.
“Oh.” Anne said, her face growing hot from how pretty Marcy looked. She looked like some courtly noblewoman, the lightish purple of her dress matching the pearls in her hair wonderfully. Anne stared at her and wanted to just kiss her then and there.
Aaand now Marcy was blushing, because Anne was just staring and blushing and not saying anything. They just stood in awkward gay silence.
Maddie hit the back of Marcy’s leg causing her to stumble forward. “You’re so pretty!” She shouted, her blush growing hotter from the embarrassment.
Anne just giggled happily. “Ah.. thank you, you too?”
“Is…?” Maddie just stared disappointedly at Anne while Marcy began twirling her hair around her finger “Is that seriously a question?”
“No! No it’s-” Anne sighed, steeled herself, and looked Marcy in the eye. “You’re beautiful.”
Marcy starred, her face breaking out into a giddy smile. But before she could respond, a familiar voice rang out.
“Hey girlfriends!”
“Sasha, you’re he- Urk!” Anne turned to the blonde only to choke on her own tongue at the sight of her. Marcy turned to see Sasha as well and her embarrassment went nuclear.
Sasha was in a wonderful black and red suit, with what looked to be love dove feathers about her. The gold embroidery along her arm cuffs and the bottom of her pants legs caught the lamp light wonderfully, while the coat’s arms somehow showed off her muscular arms well. She had her pink heron sword sheathed along her belt and rested a hand on it, and all together she looked like a knight, or a legendary hero here to sweep them both off their feet.
It was working.
“Ready for our date?” She asked, looking and sounding calm despite her deep red cheeks.
“Buh, buh buh buh.” Marcy had descended into incoherent gibberish. Anne meanwhile managed to fight off her growing gay panic long enough to simply ask “Are those love doves?”
“Yep! You girls like?” Sasha asked, giving a little twirl that showed off her heavy metal combat greaves. Even in formal wear, Sasha still likes feeling like she can kick through rock.
“Yes!” Both Marcy and Anne shouted at the same time, which finally got Sasha to drop the cool suave act she had and just giggle like a schoolgirl.
The silence they fell into was more comfortable now. It felt right. They all just… looked at one another and realized ‘this is happening.’ This was a date. A real date. No matter what happened tonight, there friendship would never be the same.
And they were all so head over heels for each other that they were perfectly okay with that.
“Psst. Lieutenant!” A gruff whisper came from the nearby bushes, causing Sasha to go rigid and twirl around to see Grime trying, and failing, to hide himself amongst the shrubbery. “Escort them into the diner and hold open the door.”
“Grimsey, What the Hell!?” Sasha yelled, mortified.
“Take the initiative Anne!” More whisper shouting came from around the corner of the restaurant, and Anne just sighed and facepalmed in annoyance as Hop-pop and a few frogs from around town popped out from said corner.
“What’s, um.” Marcy just looked around confused as she started to spot almost every single member of town hiding themselves around the diner. “What’s going on?”
“They’re here to ‘supervise.’” Anne groaned in annoyance, dragging her hand down to try and placate the growing headache. “They want the date to go perfectly and are willing to meddle to achieve that.”
“The door Sasha, get the door.” Grime whispered to his mortified lieutenant.
“Let’s just, let’s just go in.” Anne gestured at the door.
*********
It was awkward, being the only date in an entire restaurant.
Stumpy was hard at work in the kitchen, prepping everything that the girls could conceivable come up with, while in the corner Mrs. Croaker and Archie the spider played a piano she had brought in for this occasion. Other than those two, the girls were the only people in the entire restaurant.
Even still, they chose a booth against the wall because, well, why wouldn’t they?
Still, it was awkward. They’d known each other since they were kids, they’d told each other secrets that no one else knew, they knew each other better than anyone else in this world or any other. And yet now that they were on an actual romantic date, the silence was deafening.
Sasha drummed her fingers against the wooden table, looking anywhere but at her dates. Any time she looked up, Anne or Marcy would be looking up at her and then they would all blush and look away awkwardly.
Marcy kicked her feet back and forth as she pat her palms against the table, looking across the ceiling, while Anne sat and looked between the two of them nervously.
“So I was-”
“I think that-”
“I’m really-”
All three girls looked up and talked at once. They all blushed and went back to looking anywhere but each other.
The date was saved by the timely arrival of Stumpy, holding three menus in his good hand and all but sprinting over to the table like Herons were biting at his feet.
“Would any of you ladies like anything to drink?”
Sasha squinted at him. “Do you have anything to drink that doesn't have any flies in it?”
“Umm, yes?” Stumpy said nervously while Anne facepalmed and groaned.
“Then that, please.”
As Stumpy ran off, the girls fell back into awkward silence. Silence that was broken by Anne sitting up and loudly asking “How’s the weather!?” At the top of her lungs.
Sasha and Marcy just stared at her, their faces growing red, and Anne sat back and chuckled, drumming her hands against the table. “I’m sorry, I'm just… really nervous right now.”
“Oh my god.” Sasha just slid down in her seat, sighing. “Same.”
“I don’t even know why, but yeah.” Marcy giggled a bit.
Anne laughed from her slumped down position. “Like, I shouldn't be. I’ve been thinking of this moment forever, but I still am.”
“Wait.” Sasha sat back up and looked at her shocked. “You too?”
“Well, yeah… what do you mean, you too?”
“I’ve been planning how our first date would go for years now, if I'm being honest.” Sasha said with a nervous giggle.
“I’ve, um, I’ve been thinking about how to ask you out for years now too.” Marcy just looked between the two girls and laughed slightly.
“Holy shit! I thought I was the only one.” Anne said, shocked.
“No, for real, I've been in love with both of you forever now.” Sasha admitted, her chest feeling tight and her stomach squirming, and yet she somehow felt lighter for admitting it.
“Remember when I gave you both those ring pops when we were six? That was me proposing cause I wanted to marry you both and thought that that would work.” Marcy laughed to herself and the other two girls laughed with her.
“Followed you both for half an hour the day we met because I thought you were both pretty and I wanted to figure out how to impress you both.” Sasha said, smiling off into the distance.
“Wait, so that day in the park…” Anne asked, blinking.
“Yep, me trying to impress you with my dumb jock brain.”
Marcy was now smiling widely. “And you defended our honor, oh brave sir knight.”
Sasha made a half bow. “Any time, my fair maidens.”
Anne just laughed. “You are such a dork sometimes Sash.”
“Only for you girls, only for you.”
“Soo…” Marcy started, staring at Anne. “When did you start liking us Anna-banana?”
As Anne launched into her tale, which made the other girls launch into tales of their own over how much they liked each other, the awkwardness and nervousness of before had been long forgotten. The girls didn’t even notice when Stumpy, wearing a gentle smile at how happy the three of them were, dropped off their drink without a word and left to leave them more time to talk.
With plenty of blushes and talks of romance, the evening went on as they just talked to one another. They even forgot about the massive audience that was watching them.
Or rather, had been watching them.
Outside Stumpy’s, a massive and groaning pile of beat up frogs lay strewn about. Atop the pile of pain, Felicia Sundew sat and enjoyed a cup of tea.
After everything, the girls deserved an evening without worry and if she could help deliver that, then it was all worth it.
