#mod noodle

Also Mod Noodle, watching the season one finale sword fight, to Anne:

Not quite yet!  Most people are going to be posting their Hetabang works between March 28th and April 28th.

Thanks to the poster reveal in NYCC, the Amphibia fandom has sort of woken up with massive fervor! Which it totally understandable: S2 will take a while to come, and with a show like “Amphibia”, one with lore and arcs and surprisingly heavy finales and dancing frogs voiced by Goofy, theories are already coming out.

 Just take the Marcy side of the fandom: There have been multiple theories so far, from Marcy spending time with the newts and or salamanders, to Marcy being spored, to Marcy being mute, to Marcy…

 Yeah, we have a shit ton of theories about a gremlin girl who hasn’t even spoken yet. Huh.

 I’ve even had one, and lo and behold, I may just be right!

 A few days ago, in a talk with Marcyposter and genuinely funny incorrect quotes blog @absolutely-correct-amphibia, I proposed a fanfic/theory that states that Marcy, guilt ridden over proposing the theft and organizing it, is brought in by some sort of highly moral group, and, deciding to right everyone’s wrongs, she dons a hood and becomes a Green Arrow/Batman type vigilante.

 And that poster looks mighty suspicious!

 Anyway, that (and a theory by @absolutely-correct-amphibia , which I will be mentioning here, so the credit goes to them too) got me thinking about how the heck does S2 go.

 And, well, here’s my prediction (Note: The Opening bits on Sasha are the theory by Absolutely Correct Amphibia):

 ·      The season starts just the way we think it does: Anne (Trying to keep a brave face, but increasingly torn over Sasha and leaving Wartwood and The Plantars), Sprig (genuinely trying to help but afraid of losing Anne), Polly (Perhaps afraid for the first times in her life?) and Hop Pop (also worried about Anne, and guilty over hiding the calamity box) travel across the mountains to help Anne get back home.

·      As the season progresses, they go through shenanigans and the like, while sometimes encountering Sasha, Grime and the toads from Toad Tower.

·      Now, Sasha is a little different than we thought: While she was sorry for what she did, Grime’s manipulations and the trauma of near death cause her to think that Anne tried to kill her. Grime uses Sasha’s guilt, depression and rage to slowly shape a villain, and Sasha, sure that she is lost, goes full evil in an attempt to forget the past. Think “Kylo Ren” in the end of “Last Jedi”. Maybe maybe maybe she wants to apologize to Anne.

·      As all this happens, the mid-season finale features Marcy, as a hooded vigilante, encountering Anne. Marcy, unlike Sasha, apologizes for her actions, and vows to help Anne, but only after they do something else.

·      Anne asks what?

·      “…We have to take Sasha down” (make of that line what you will)

·      Anne, of course, is against this: She wants to forgive Sasha. But Marcy claims that Sasha has gone too far down, and that she is dangerous to Amphibia.

·      Despite disagreeing on the method of execution, Marcy and Anne enter an uneasy alliance when Sasha declares war on Marcy’s caretakers (newts, salamanders, etc.).

·      After a long battle, Marcy, Anne and Sasha are in a standstill: Marcy desperately tries to take Sasha down, Sasha, torn between the good person inside her and the villain that Grim has created, tries to just finish it, and Anne is screaming for them to stop.

·      Sasha nearly kills Marcy, and Anne nearly kills Sasha.

·      But when Anne has a chance to do it… She relents.

·      She forgives.

·      Unlike Marcy, who can’t ignore the past, and Sasha, who is trying to kill the past, Anne, who’s learned that mistakes are mistakes and that one has to keep moving forward, forgives Sasha’s mistakes.

·      Sasha is touched by this, and tries to join Anne, but Grime (who is revealed to be working for a higher order), comes in to kill Anne and Marcy so that Sasha won’t have any connection to them anymore.

·      Sasha, wanting to make it up to her friends and overcome by anger and fear, KILLS Grime.

·      Sasha, overcome by guilt once more (since Grime was almost a Father figure), exiles herself.

·      Marcy, mad at her failure and at her friends, leaves too, to find the evil overlord.

·      And Anne…

·      Anne’s alone.

·      And has found out about the calamity box.

·      And as the last few seconds play, Hop Pop tries to explain…

·      But Anne’s eyes…

·      Flash blue…

 And that’s my theory! Hope you like it! Please share your thoughts!

I stared at her from underneath my round rimmed hat, the bubbles from my bubble pipe blowing quite nicely into the air.

 No care in the world...

 I'd love that.

 "Listen, doll, it's simple: You're one cork short of a screw, you've traded reason for air and common sense for stolen cents. Mush would be a compliment, and the funny farm should be busting down the door any minute."

 "...I don't get it."

 Jeez louise, am I the only cultured person around here?

 I consider T-Posing to assert my dominance, but that only really works with Sasha (who's her? Well, that comes later, my only friends)

 So instead, I tip my hat and look at her from my desk with a chesire Cat smile and say "...Maggie, You're an idiot."

 Maggie harumphs and leaves, and all that remains of her is the lingering wetness of the kiss she left on my cheek a few minutes ago.

 Lingering.

 Always lingering.

 Thankfully, I'm not idle for long: After trying to glue a spoon onto my face for 8 whole minutes, my BFF comes by, the prettiest picture you ever did see this side of Valley Girl Valley: Sasha.

 I don't need to even say her last name (though it doesn't help that I couldn't find it on the wiki): Sasha is all I need to say.

 From her blonde pony tail immediately seizing the attention of my eyes to her dominating screen presence, Sasha is the ultimate speciman: A beaut if I ever did see.

 She is the everything and the nothing, the sound and fury I long for.

 She's the light in this grey detective's eyes.

 I lean back on my chair and do what I do best: I pretend to be a detective.

 Why?

 Because I actually feel alive when I do so.

 And it's also really fun!

 "I knew the skirt would be trouble the second she stepped into my office."

 I continue to narrate, my bubble pipe working overtime.

"But I just can't say no to a dame in need."

 Close up. Make it dramatic! Make it meaningful!

 "And if I can make some coin, so much the better..."

 The room is silent for a moment, but then Sasha speaks, and the color comes back, as my fantasy crashes down.

 "Why are you like that?", she says in the most done with me voice. "You don't even have a voice."

 I stick out my tongue, like the mature adult type person I am. "Spoilsport!"

Sash closed the door behind us, and it was just me and her and her and me and me and her…

 AND YOUR FRIEND STEVE! (DO DOT DO DOT DO DO DO STEVE!)

 …

 Wait, you guys have never heard of this? Whippersnappers today…

 “Marcy, you’re a whipperwhatever. Also, Garfunkel and Oats is SOOOOOOO 2009.”, Sasha complained, and I silently cursed her lack of respect for Kate Miccuci.

 I just hope that when St. Peter opens them pearly gates, the bouncer doesn’t kick me out for associating with her.

 Eh, he probably would. I’m as bad as a hood! I’m as dark as a Johnson Brother, you hear? I may be the law, but this sleuth, this snoop? I’m nothin’ but trouble!

 “Marc, you cry at the end of Big Hero 6 every time.”

 “HIRO IS MY SMOL BOI AND MY TUMBLR FRIENDS AGREE!”

 I decided to stop bumping gums.

 “You and I both know that a dame like you only comes round my parts when she’s in dutch. What’s cookin’, toots?”

 Sasha sighed as she always does around me (must be my smoldering good looks) and she sat down on the chair in front of my desk, filing her nails like the goddess that she is.

 “Marc, It’s serious.”

 “I thought you were Sasha.”

 I then high fived myself.

 “ZING!”

 Sasha then did what she always did to keep me in line: She growled like a dog.

 Yiping (like a dog. Odd.) I returned to my seat. If there was one thing that scared me more than anything, it was my kitten roaring.

 “THIS. IS. SERIOUS. END. OF. DISCUSSION.”

 Whoop. There were the words I always feared.

 But Sash only said them when she was serious. I better curl my ears towards her direction.

 Removing my pipe and exiting my cool fantasy world for just a moment, I leaned in.

 “What’s up?”

 Sasha, now with an actual concerned look (though I could “detect” some impatience there. Ha!)

 (…)

 (This material is wasted on you people)

 Anyhow, Sasha told me the bad news.

 “It’s Anne, Marcy. She’s gone.”

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