#little marcy :(((((

[sugarfrostedmoth]

age regression marcy wu art!! :3

i headcanon that marcy would start age regressing after the events of amphibia to deal with the trauma and stress, especially after moving. maybe even facetiming sasha and/or anne while being in the little headspace if she’s feeling lonely or just wants someone to keep her company >_<

hesitant to post this because of how little agere content exists for amphibia, but i’m hoping there’s someone who’ll appreciate it and see my vision xd

(SFW interaction only! DNI if you think this is a kink)

[h2mura]

[moonshineplaydate]

AN: I watched Amphibia for the first time recently so, I’m sorry if this is OOC at all!!

Don’t Wanna Be Alone

Summary: Marcy wakes up in the middle of the night, regressed with no one around, so she decides to go find her friend!

Characters: Little Marcy, Caregiver Anne

Warnings: SFW Age regression, DNI if NSFW,

Marcy’s time in Amphibia had been nothing short of a blessing for the overly energetic girl. The world, especially Newtopia had been the fantasy adventure she’d always dreamed of having, weird, terrifying creatures and all. She had filled every page of her journal with nothing short of unbridled, yet still neatly written passion. The formally socially awkward school girl has reinvented herself into a brilliant inventor and strategist, excelling to the point where she had become friends with the King.

She loved every bit of her new life, she had friends, confidence, a whole new world to explore and study, but there was one, or rather two people missing that would complete this. Anne and Sasha. Marcy’s two friends that she missed oh so much, don’t get her wrong, her life was so, so great now but she just wished she could share it with the two people she cared the most about. Alas, no matter how hard she looked, they were nowhere to be found, presumably appearing in a wildly different area of Amphibia. She tried to brush it off, saying that she’d get to ask them about it once they found each other, but nothing could deny the aches in their heart or those tight, drowning knots in their stomach whenever Marcy thought about the too for long. That didn’t mean she would stop thinking though.

Besides, she did get them stranded here to go on an adventure together but that wasn’t going according to plan…

That what she tried to think about less.

Luckily, at least one of her problems sorted itself out when Anne quite literally turned up at her doorstep, and after around a twenty minute long adventure with some kind of moral lesson to be learned, they were finally back home. Well at least at Marcy’s home, the palace. They honestly couldn’t get enough of the look on Anne’s face when she saw where they had been living, wishing that shed been here from the start. The girl certainly looked quite disheveled, she’d have to ask Anne where on Earth her other shoe went and why she hadn’t bothered to replace it. But that wasn’t why she’d brought Anne here.

The Plantars needed a place to stay while in Newtopia, and Andrias was a, supposedly, nice king so it was no problem for them to stay in one of the lavish guest rooms, the items in it probably being worth more money then they’d ever seen. That was…a real problem, Marcy would have to find a way to sort that one out. Begrudgingly, she gave Anne some space to unwind after a brutally long day, knowing they’d see each other in the morning.

Marcy retreated into her room, pulling off their long fluffy boots and leaving them next to a well made, sparkling bed which she plopped herself down on. They hummed as they opened their heavy journal, sitting it on her lap, scribbling away about everything that happened in the day, their hand nearly shaking with excitement as they wrote Anne’s name.

Marcy obviously knew Anne was here, she’d seen them nothing more then five minutes ago, but seeing it right there, written on the page…she’d really found her. After all this time, she wouldn’t be alone in the castle anymore, they could have sleepovers and pull pranks just like back at home! They giggled cheerfully at the thought, continuing to write and doodle away with a giddy, smiling expression worn on her face.

Marcy only began to notice how lost in their writing she truly was when the light began to fade from her room, leaving a pleasant, warm illumination for a more freezing void like shadow that crept over the whole room.

‘Night already?’ They yawned, thinking allowed. It was only now they realised they spent the better part of a couple hours gushing about Anne and all her memories about her, filling up a good amount of pages with the love coated ink. Marcy blushed a little at this realisation, promptly shutting their journal and hoisting it up. She patted the top of it as she left it on her desk, hanging up her coat and cloak since she was already standing up. It was also only now that they realised how tired today had made them, their blinks becoming longer like it was trying to coax her to sleep, her movements being more slow and sluggish. Marcy sighed and rubbed her temples, dragging herself over to her own bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth with a newt substitute for toothpaste, which she hoped was safe to use.

After a bit, the exhausted girl practically crawled her way over to her bed, having barely managed to get herself into her PJ’s without passing out. But once her face hit her pillow, she was already out like a light.

Unfortunately for Marcy though, it seemed like her body was working against her as she awoke herself barely even an hour later, into one of the darker corners of the light. Maybe she was doing too much work before bed and interrupting her sleep patterns…again. But that wasn’t what she should be worrying about.

For some reason that Marcy couldn’t put together right now, something felt so, so wrong. Sure, their bed was really comfortable and warm and she could just snuggle up under there until she fell asleep again, but she didn’t wanna! There was one massive problem that she couldn’t put her finger on until she cautiously peered her eyes out from the protective confines of her blanket, looking around the room like a cat deciding if somewhere was safe. But she was nothing. And she realised what the problem was.

No one else was with her. She just got Anne back, everything should be great for her, but she wasn’t here. She knew she sounded clingy, that her friend couldn’t always be with her, but they wanted her to be! Being alone felt like the biggest problem ever to her right now, and proactive as always, Marcy went to solve it. Anything to get her out of the room anyway, that terrifying, lonely room.

Stepping quietly out of the hall, which looked a lot bigger then she remembered, Marcy kept their hands curled up to their chest, making small, teetering steps against the carpeted, well made floors. Her eyes squinted as she tried to read the numbers on the doors, letting out a frustrated whine at each one that wasn’t Anne’s. The self proclaimed artificer was so close to giving up, to just accept that she’d be alone and cry her eyes out until Olivia found her…but, that was something she did when she was little. And she didn’t need that write now.

Marcy had become so much more confident and hardworking since landing in Newtopia, they thought that maybe, just maybe they’d gotten rid of their little side. But it sprung back up, a couple weeks into her stay after so long suppressing it, it came bursting right it with little her crying in her room. Luckily it was Olivia that found her, who didn’t persist with any questions afterwards but still, she worked hard to make others perceive as a strong adventurer, or to be accepted. To be seen as normal. To regress would be to through all that away, so, she wasn’t regressed, no matter how much she just wanted to curl up in Anne’s arms, how much she wanted a toy to keep her hands busy, how much she wanted a paci.

How much she didn’t want to be alone.

Marcy pushed down her fears, trying to put on a brace face as she considered making the isolated walk back to her room before her sleepy eyes glanced over one of the doors in the castle. Anne’s room! She finally did it, all by herself like a big girl teenager. After bouncing on the spot for a little while, a big smile on her face, she shakily ran over to the door before knocking at it, quickly but gently.

Marcy pushed down her fears, trying to put on a brave face as she considered making the isolated walk back to her room before her sleepy eyes glanced over one of the doors in the castle. Anne’s room! She finally did it, all by herself like a big girl (cross out) teenager. After bouncing on the spot for a little while, a big smile on her face, she shakily ran over to the door before knocking at it, quickly but gently.

The excited student turned artificer swung about on her heels, arms buzzing and twitching with excitement at her sides, beaming up at the door like it was the best thing since sliced bread. When it finally opened, she had to suppress a squeal in her throat at the start of the bushy haired, messy, most perfect girl she knew staring down at her, seeming a little tired and confused.

‘Mar-Mar?’

She yawned, while Marcy just stayed looking up at her, her smile getting a little wider at the nickname.

‘What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?’ Anne asked her, seeming a little skeptical about why she was here though that was probably her time in Amphibia talking. Nothing ever seemed simple here. Now that March actually had to answer the question as to why she was here, they couldn’t help but blush over how childish it seemed. Not being able to handle being alone, having to come all the way here in covet of the scary, dark night to see her friend just so she wouldn’t be so scared. There was no way they could tell Anne that, she’d think that they were small right now! Which she wasn’t! Marcy had to think quickly, and blabbered out a lie.

‘I..uh, I jus’ missed you!’ Smiling up at Anne like an angel, Marcy desperately hoped the Thai girl would buy it, even though it technically wasn’t a lie. For the most part she did, Anne could tell there was something going on with them, but had no idea what it is and didn’t want to pry. Instead, she just kneeled down a bit to be at Marcy’s eye level, something that made her feel oh so tiny.

‘How about we go back to your room then? I’ve missed out sleepovers,’ she admitted in a hushed whisper, hoping not to disturb anyone else. Anne would get a response very quickly, Marcy nodding up and down and squealing a little under her breath, the feelings of excitement bubbling up inside her brain and washing away her maturity.

Anne decided not to make the impatient girl wait, wondering why she was acting..different. She couldn’t put her finger on it just yet, but they seemed a lot more excitable then normal, more bouncy, more giggly.

Though as they walked, the self proclaimed artificer/rogue seemed to be stepping a lot more close to Anne, to the point where their arms were brushing against each other with every step. Anne looked down at her friend, seeing that she was looking down, playing with her fingers a little; a nervous habit she’d grown to recognise. Delicately, she planted her fingertips on Marcy’s arms so they knew she was there, before tracing her hand down to Marcy’s, interlocking their fingers in a gentle, protective manner.

Marcy practically cooed at this, walking in the dark was scary, even with Anne. They had no idea how they managed to make the perilous journey before, but was just glad Anne was with them this time.

‘Fank you!’

Marcy exclaimed sweetly, her voice having a distinctive lisp to it, sounding more carefree and…childish. It suddenly clicked with Anne, why Marcy was clingy, why she was more giggly and absent minded to the world around her. Why she didn’t want to be alone.

‘Hey, Marbles,’ she began, talking slowly as they approached Marcy’s room, bumping open the door as she got the two of them inside before continuing the conversation, hoping it would make her feel safer.

‘Mhm?’ Marcy hummed back, tilting her face to look at Anne, looking like a baby deer.

‘Don’t take the wrong way,’ Anne began, already not liking how she was phrasing this but she knew she had to stay committed.

‘But are you..small right now? You just seem a little more..’ with her free hand, Anne placed the side of her hand next to her head before lowering it down, making it literally appear smaller.

Marcy looked horrified at the small question, her hand squeezing against Anne’s for a moment as she stared, half blankly and half fearfully. She had totally forgotten that Anne even knew about her regression in her own joy to see her again, and now she was gonna think that they were just a little kid, who needed to be coddled and couldn’t do anything for themselves. Everything they’d done in Newtopia to become reputable and…and normal, something they never got back home, would be gone! Olivia knowing was terrifying, Marcy knew neither of them would tell anyone but couldn’t help but be on edge whenever it was brought up. How would people in Amphibia even take it? Could she lie to them about it? No, that would make things so much worse, like it was with the Music Box, like it was with everything-!

‘Marcy!’ Anne gasped in front of her friend’s face, a couple tears beginning to fall down their cheeks. Marcy didn’t even realise they were zoning out and could only stare up pitifully at their friend, lip shaking, sniffling at the cruel thoughts of their own mind.

‘Shh, shh, it’s okay Marbles, it doesn’t matter to me if your big or small right now, mkay?’ Anne said, though her tone was leaning towards the latter; she already knew. But there wasn’t any judgement or even disinterest on her expression targeted towards the little, she looked concerned and care, eyes locked on Marcy as her thumbs gently wiped away her tears. Marcy just shuffled closer to her, desperate for any comfort, desperate not to be alone. They buried their face in Anne’s neck and wrapped her arms around the the taller girl.

‘Now, hun, do you wanna tell me what’s got you all worked up or is that a bit too big for you right now?’ Anne asked, making no effort to hide that she knew Marcy was little right now. There was no point to it, she needed the comfort.

Marcy babbled for a few seconds, not trying to hide it as a wave of sorrow got caught up in her throat from how soft she was being treated. When she finally got her words out, they were mixed in with snivels and quiet sobs.

‘I-I ain’ su-suppos’d to b-be lil’..I wanted to do be-better here!’

Marcy cried, getting frustrated as they stomped their foot on the ground, crying a little harder onto Anne’s warm body. In response, Anne began rubbing circles into Marcy’s back, squeezing her a little tighter in their hug.

‘Oh, baby, no, no, you’ve been doing so well here! You still are!’

Stubbornly, the little looked up at Anne, unsure of what she was getting it. She couldn’t be doing good if she was just a little kid right now!

‘You’ve done so much for Newtopia, and you’ve become a hero down here! There’s no shame in needing a little time to relax however you feel like, sweetie, no matter what I’ll always be proud of my special little adventurer.’

The words cut into Marcy lovingly, by the time Anne got to that sweet nickname at the end, she was crying even more. But not from sadness, Marcy just couldn’t handle all those big emotions right now. Anne being proud of her? It was validating, it felt like she’d just been given permission to be herself. The little adventurer kept babbling out something that resembled, ‘I love you’ to Anne, even if it was a little hard to tell with her lisp.

‘Aww, I love you too, just don’t hold off on being little when you need to, okay sunshine?’

Their friend asked, looking at Marcy patiently, keeping a hand lightly clung to their arm.

‘M-mhm!’ Marcy nodded. Slowly, the raven haired artificer regained some composure, still feeling pretty small, staring up at Anne with a smiling, slightly tear stained face.

‘Do-does dis mean you’ll s-stay with me?’

Beaming right back, Anne ruffled Marcy’s hair, her touch not leaving Marcy’s body.

‘Of course I will, I’d love to spend time with my little angel!’

Finally, Marcy wasn’t alone, whether she was big or small.

[seefasters]

you can’t tell me they didn’t have some sort of weirdgirl friendship in the vampverse

[skybulb]

the very worst part of you is me

[arcadiii]

okay my current amphibia thought of the day is this screenshot

listen. here me out. but something about these two facing their worst fear (losing each other) but respecting anne’s wishes. something about acceptance and denial.

look at the horror on marcy’s face. she doesn’t voice her fears, but it’s clear in her expression: she knows this is a death wish. but she accepts what anne wants. we’ve seen her do everything she can to not lose her friends but in this moment, marcy does nothing. it’s the acceptance of loss with a small hope that anne will come back safe and sound because this is anne, her anne. no matter the time or distance, nothing can break them apart. maybe not even the fate of the world.

and then the denial from sasha “you better come back boonchuy”. because this whole thing? it’s out of sasha’s control once again but this is anne’s choice, her control. so this is sasha allowing anne to make her own decision even if it’s something sasha wants to fight, scream, kick and cry against. and that in itself is acceptance, not of loss but in trust, because that’s what anne taught her right? to remember to have faith in the people around her. and sasha wants to be better, better for them all, so she places that faith in anne to see herself return back to them.

“now it’s your turn to follow my lead” and god, what an ask to make when faced with the destruction of the world you’ve come to love and the person you’ve loved since forever.

[toasty-owl-arts]

pov: ur the core and ur about to get ur ass kicked by a polycule of candy colored magical girls

[cxdarry]

OLD ART but i figured i might as well post this stuff here so i can have it here too yah

i kinda liked this style its so game coded kinda - like lil cards you can collect in games or idk but its cool 🤑🤑

(i promise im gonna draw smt new but like. aughhhhhhhhh)

[holmsister]

Labru is very chill in terms of jealousy they are both like 'ok I recognize how I feel but that is my own business me and my partner will talk this thru' and might even be persuaded into a threesome/an actual polycule relatively easily

Farcille will fucking kill u

[kingzombear]

Can you draw @grrrechka detective Pomni interrogating inmate Ragatha plsssssss 🙏

*shakes this like a box of treats* heeere toxic yuri enjoyers psspsspsspss

(@grrrechka ur brain is HUGE I hope u like it teehee)

[xtime4ames]

*vaguely evangelions ur amphibia* i wannna draw them more..

[lionfission]

drawings that started off as one of those angsty AUs and somehow became... whatever this is

1/3

Part 2 / Part 3

[itsdefinitely]

haha yeah guys i'm completely fine about episode 7

[petr1kov]

saddest thing about everything going on fionna and cake right now is the fact that we know that marceline would feel so so bad if she truly knew how unhappy simon has been over these last years without ever telling her a thing

[floofle-universe]

Just a father and his daughter in the wreckage of the world

They bring me so much joy

[stilitrash]

I drew these while I was going insane waiting for the release day 🤪

Now that I've actually SEEN the first 2 eps... I'M GOING EVEN MORE INSANE I LOVE SIMON SO MUCH IT HURTS