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seasonal-writes · 2 years ago

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“19% touch-starved and 81% in denial” (this one’s a little longer, so here’s the ao3 link for those who want it!) pairing: Jimmy / Tango cw: none! p.s. i wrote this back in like.. July, or so. when i didn’t really know what i was doing. but it’s one of my favorites, so i wanted to post it! enjoy. <3

Their home is almost done. Jimmy sits at the edge of the bed. He’s a little smiley, full of excitement from what they’ve accomplished, even with the sleepiness and soreness from the day kicking in. He closely watches Tango pitter about, tucking things into place and tossing stuff into the chests. He hasn’t noticed Jimmy’s staring, thankfully. Tango even seems to be happy, too. Or maybe just content, which are both good options. Heck, he’d even take plain ol’ toleration of their pairing, as long as he wasn’t completely unhappy. All Jimmy can think about is how much he likes his odds, though. A partner who, even after being taken down with him in his first death, has been so gung ho about it all. He hasn’t heard one peep about how funny or sad it is that Jimmy was the first to go, his alleged “curse” taking hold. If anything, all he remembers is Tango apologizing earlier that day in the forest. Tango apologizing. No laughter or mocking or dread. It gives Jimmy hope. He runs over the events of the day. A death, a happy coming-together, the sounds of building and the newly-raised home they’ll call their own. The little wheat farm that will keep them and the cows fed (hopefully) pops into his head too, as he makes a mental note to check for any successful sprouts in the morning. A ping of guilt hits him as he remembers the bucket from BDubs, which can be seen in a glint of silver within the chests as they’re opened and closed. He didn’t tell Tango where he got it, or more importantly, that they now share an IOU. Jimmy might’ve made the deal, but when your life is literally hooked to someone else, it ties them in. It makes concern bubble up for what will be owed down the line. Protection during battle when it inevitably arrives? Trade of important resources? For a bucket? Well, it was Bdubs. You never know what to expect from him. But he'd be so angry, Jimmy thinks. Tango would have a cow if BDubs just showed up one day and took up their deal, discovering that Jimmy made it without even asking or discussing it. He’s heard the tales of betrayal-induced rage through whispers and rumors. Jimmy knows of the flames and the fury deep within his partner. He doesn’t want to set that off—who would? Soiling such a perfect, already solid connection that feels so innocent in times like these. His stomach knots at the idea, and he finds himself taking a deep breath to keep the nerves down. “Y’know, I’m really proud of this.” Jimmy suddenly hears. He lifts his head quickly, almost as if he’s been caught staring off into space, to see Tango standing right in the middle of the room. His arms are proudly crossed, and he has a smile splayed across his face as he glances around. Jimmy takes point and does the same, looking at their little home. Dimly lit, basically windowless, but cozy. Two chests plopped hastily in the corner of the room, containing minimal resources and food. The single bed that holds him tucked into the corner, and a soft hum of moo-ing cows as a trophy in the next room. Jimmy goes to speak, but is interrupted before he can get the words out. “And I’m proud of you, too,” Tango adds, turning to Jimmy with that same bright smile, “You’ve done a lot for us today!” Jimmy looks at him for a second and lets out a—well, he can’t decide if it’s a clearing of his throat or a sheepish chuckle. It’s a mixture of both. He looks away from Tango’s gaze and nods. There is still a bit of residual guilt after thinking about his little deal with Bdubs. He wasn’t expecting him to say anything like that. “Well, I couldn’t do it by myself. Not without you,” Jimmy says, staring down at his legs as he kicks them a bit. “Oh stop; we’re the best team in this place because of you!” Jimmy’s heart flutters in his chest. He clenches his fists, not out of anger, but out of being well on his way to being overwhelmed already. Two nice compliments in, and he can barely handle it. He just smiles, though he hasn’t looked back up to Tango. “Well.. I mean.. that’s not true. You’re amazing, too. You built the house, so we’re safe tonight. I just helped out,” Jimmy says, trying his darndest to hit him with something just as nice. “Is this a compliment competition now?” Tango asks, walking over and taking a seat next to Jimmy on the edge of the bed. The heat radiates off of Tango in the close proximity, which is kinda nice against the nightfall chill setting in. It’s reassuring too, knowing they’ll never be cold and hungry. Maybe just hungry, if the rest of the server decides they’re easy pickin’s. Jimmy basks in the heat for a moment, instinctively wanting to get closer. Though, this is interrupted by Tango leaning forward and getting inches away from his face. Jimmy can’t help but bend back a little, with what he’s sure are wide eyes. “Because I’ll win.” Tango grins, reaching over and poking Jimmy’s nose. Jimmy opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s not used to.. this close. Tango chuckles a bit and retreats, putting his hand up and playfully ruffling Jimmy’s hair, still looking over at him. Jimmy lets out a breath to keep cool, as much as one can when you’re next to a wildfire of a man. He often struggles to admit that he doesn’t respond as easily to compliments and affection, usually keeping it to himself until he’s forced to reveal it. But.. Tango’s hand in his hair sends all the fuzzy feelings everywhere and..oh boy. The urges to either lean into his touch or run away from it are having a fist fight inside his head. He’s not sure who’s winning. “Just accept it, Jimmy. You’ve done well today. We’ve both done well, obviously, because we’re the best soulmates. But we wouldn’t be where we are without you,” he adds, moving his hand down to his shoulder and pulling him into his side slightly. Jimmy doesn’t really resist, but he does go stiff. Finally, he feels like he can speak. “Aha.. alright, alright. Well.. thanks. But I really don’t think it’s-” “Do you even know how to take a compliment?” Tango cuts him off, chuckling. “Of course I do!” Jimmy says, maybe a little too fast. Tango doesn’t respond right away, and Jimmy can only feel the movement next to him as his eyes find the floor once again. He jumps slightly when a hand lightly scoops the side of his face, pulling it to the side. Gently, but clearly without the intent of letting him get away, Tango makes Jimmy look at him. He’s fully up on the bed now, his knees pressing into the side of Jimmy’s leg as he eliminates more space between them. “Then why do you keep trying to deny it, huh?” Jimmy looks everywhere but Tango’s eyes for a moment before locking onto them when he runs out of options. It taps at his heart. They look like they’re burning all the time, which is such a jump from any eyes he’s ever seen before. There is a strange sense of pride in knowing only he gets to look in them like this now. So lovely, so easy to get lost in. And he does, before he realizes he should be speaking. He clears his throat. “I—well, I just, I just don’t.. I don’t have people sayin’ things like that to me usually,” Jimmy says, his words having less and less volume as he reaches the end. It feels silly, speaking to him with such direct eye contact, practically unable to look away now. Tango’s eyebrows furrow a bit. His fingers graze Jimmy’s forehead a bit as he brushes a bit of hair out of his eyes, slightly fixing the mess he’d made just moments ago. It sends a quick shiver down Jimmy’s spine, and Tango grins on cue, as if he can feel it too. It makes him wonder how much soulbounds can really feel, leading into sudden panic at the idea that Tango can feel his nervousness, his internal reactions. Tango’s got such a solid hold on his face, though it doesn’t hurt. And he’s sure the heat and the attention have turned his face a bright shade of red. “I’ve heard what they say about you,” Tango says, still focused on his eyes, “I know you probably don’t wanna bring it up, but I’ve heard that they think you’re some kind of bad juju.. curse-y guy.” “I kinda am.” “Jimmy!” “It’s not necessarily bad! It’s just my.. I don’t know. My thing, you know. First to go.” “Well, that’s not gonna be us,” Tango says, matter-of-factly. “Exactly. We are winners, after all.” “So now you decide to be Mr. Confident?” Jimmy chuckles a bit and shrugs. He really wasn’t ever really too worried about the curse. Not till it mattered, in the final moments. Or when it took him by surprise just before it was over. But if anything, he was usually pretty good about it. Even with the jokes and the mocking. The whispers about being the canary and that he brings death wherever he walks. Maybe it was true. But he was always gonna fight to prove them wrong. Jimmy did not believe that he was bad luck. He’s just.. Jimmy—who isn’t used to taking compliments. Or touch. Two things that Tango was apparently not holding out on, which sent him into a tizzy. “Look, what I wanted to say was that.. I don’t think that about you,” Tango says. Jimmy’s jokey smile drops to something more genuine. He can feel his heart squeeze. Tango’s eyes hold something very truthful, and who wouldn’t believe a sight like that? “I’ve never thought that. Even when we died today. If anything, it was totally my fault and.. yeah. I know we’re past that now, but..” “I told you it was alright, Tango,” Jimmy says, habitually tipping his head to the side a bit with a smile. In tipping his head, Tango doesn’t move his hand. He cups the side of his head, catching him without hesitation. It feels foreign to Jimmy. He almost wants to try and adjust himself again and get out of it. Relax, he thinks to himself, it’s just Tango… your soulmate, Tango. And then his heart rate picks up again. “I know you did! Just.. I’m happy it’s us. I’m happy it’s you. I don’t think we’re gonna mess this up. We’re in this til the end, you and me. No one else.” At that, Jimmy feels himself start to melt. He’d been doing so well at keeping it together, but something in him just gives out. Tango holding his face, talking so sweetly and calmly. It’s like a dream, glowing with torchlight and the slightest shine of moonlight from hidden crevices keeping them in each other’s vision as night settles into her role. A rather goofy, maybe even starstruck smile sneaks onto his face. “We’re gonna be alright,” Jimmy says quietly. “Yeah.” And it’s true. They will be alright, for now. Even with secrets and “curses” and hopefully more of those beautiful hair ruffles too. Jimmy really hopes for those. But they’re gonna do it together. That’s the key word, it seems: together. Teamwork. Soulmates. He feels so very lucky. The two of them, not necessarily against the world, but against the odds. Seconds pass in silence. Tango’s thumb brushes lightly back and forth across Jimmy’s cheek, and neither of them are quite sure when their free hands intertwined with each other, but they’re all tangled fingers now. It feels.. nice. Really nice. And he’s got that terrible feeling of wanting to just get all of the touch and none at the same time. But everything sounds so good, like he’s stuck a toe in and wants to dive deeper. More hugs, more anything. There’s those deep urges back again, but stronger. Yet, it makes him nervous. There was so much inner conflict, all because he just wasn’t used to relationships like this. “Hey, Jimmy?” “Hm—Oh, yeah?” With a swift, rather smooth drop of his Jimmy’s cheek, Tango lurches forward and wraps his arms around him. He immediately buries his face into Jimmy’s neck and shoulder, sending him rocking back a bit before Jimmy can even respond. Meanwhile, Jimmy has gone into statue mode. His shoulders tense. He does the automatic reciprocation, awkwardly wrapping his arms around Tango as well. But his own hugging feels.. wildly different than how Tango holds him. The way Tango wraps his arms around Jimmy’s torso so tight, like he never wants to let go. He can feel him put all of his weight into the embrace, and if Jimmy would have been ready for it, maybe he wouldn’t have immediately stiffened up. He hopes Tango can’t feel it. He doesn’t want to make him upset, or like he’s ungrateful for the sudden affection. He thinks for a moment about pulling away, readying an apology. Maybe that’d make this easier. But he refuses. He’s not gonna let this win. He forces himself to breathe, first off. The heartbeat in his chest slows slightly, even if his lungs and heart feel like they’ve got minds of their own. He closes his eyes, and thinks solely about the warmth. Jimmy was right, he’s a raging wildfire trapped underneath skin. Perfectly sized space heater, all to himself. It feels like playing with fire, even knowing that this body in his arms could burst into flames when provoked. There is odd curiosity in it, giving him just a little bit of distraction. As his shoulders and chest slump slightly, he can feel Tango lean into him, seizing the opportunity to get even closer. Jimmy can’t help but chuckle a bit, tipping his head down into Tango’s hair as his fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. He grips him tightly, overcome with a slowly building need to be as close as possible. Jimmy knows the world will be so oh-so-cold if he lets go now. He wonders why he never had someone like this sooner. The nerves in his back come alive as Tango softly rubs little circles. His fingers dance. Jimmy melts yet again. As they quietly embrace, breathing each other in and learning each crevice and nook of the opposing body, peace finds them. The exhaustion of their first day is coming in full force, and Jimmy can’t help but start to feel a little sleepy. His eyelids grow heavy, and his head seems to lean further onto Tango’s. A soft giggle erupts from his chest, and he feels Tango’s breath through his shirt as his shoulders shake a little. “What’re you laughing at?” Jimmy mumbles into his hair. “Finally got’cha,” Tango teases, obviously referring to the absolute puddle he has turned Jimmy into. So he can feel it. Jimmy doesn’t open his eyes. He just smiles. “Yeah. You got me.”

#oh boy heres another one #trafficshipping #team rancher #rancher duo #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #they're SOULMATES #this also takes place directly in double life so they actually are hee hee<3 #also oooOH LOOK AO3 LINK #i'm movin up in the world #seasonalwrites

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agalychnisspranneusroseus · 25 days ago

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Got any trans HCs for the amphibia trio? I love the many different interpretations I've seen from this fandom

I don't know about specific headcanons, I know I'm considering making Anne trans in RiAAU but I haven't decided yet.

In one hand: it would be interesting to think how she deals with her first periods because, well, amphibians don't have those, and Hop Pop assumes she's dying (she doesn't tell anyone else because she's so embarrassed). Not that he tells her that, but it really freaks him out. He thinks she has some sort of internal damage, and it's only after months of research that he finds out about some rare mammalian species, such as a few monkeys and rodents, that experience the same cycle Anne goes through. The whole point of this is that it makes Anne feel even more out-of-place. She doesn't remember her world or her parents, only that she came from "somewhere" (possibly another continent) full of people of her species, and she wonders if things would have been easier if she grew up with her biological family. I mean, surely this would be easier. It just serves as a reminder that she knows nothing about her species, not even its name, and she has no idea of how her biology works or what is good and bad for her or how long she'll live or what changes she'll go through.

BUT, on the other hand: Trans Anne. Let's start with the obvious: amphibians don't have penises or vaginas and they reproduce externally, meaning they like... release eggs and sperm in the water and they mix without the involvement of either parent, meaning no one knows what the cultural significance of a "penis" or a "vagina" tends to be in most human cultures. As a literaly 3yo, Anne probably didn't have an extensive understanding of s.ex and gender, and it wasn't like the clothes she showed up with told Hop Pop much. She just knew that, as time went on, she found herself relating more and more to the female frogs of Wartwood, and she almost subconsciously began to refer to herself as a girl. There wasn't any big coming out moment, more like a point in which, after months of ambiguity (this kid kept using different pronouns for herself) she just settled on some good ol' she/her and began picking somewhat girly clothes when Hop Pop took her to the market.

It's not like the concept of trans people doesn't exist in Amphibia, it's just that Anne didn't realize that was her situation until, at least, meeting Marcy, and noticing the differences between them. It's not like either of them had ever seen another human from up close, so they didn't know what to expect anyway. Anne's only encounters with Sasha beforehand had consisted on magical girl swordfighting in the sky and whatnot. Certainly not enough to discuss their unique biology, which is something Marcy is very excited to discuss, since she's never met anyone with her same "condition" before, and she wants to know everything, so she uses her as her little rat lab whenever she has the chance. Even then, since she also lacks all knowledge of human s.exual dimorphism and its cultural implications, she doesn't associate anything about either of their bodies to any specific gender that could possibly be asigned to anyone based on biological feautures. Since Sasha remembers the most from Earth, she's probably the only one who could maybe possibly remeber her mom or the kindergarden teacher saying something about "the difference between boys and girls", but by the point she's in speaking terms with Anne, and by the time she realizes their bodies are different, she doesn't really care.

That's not to say Anne doesn't experience dysphoria or that she never undergoes any kind of physical transition. It was probably around the time her voice started to change during puberty that she realized her case may be kinda unique: neither Marcy nor Sasha's voices have changed that much, she can tell even though she only sees Marcy in person like once every 3 years and all the words she exchanges with Sasha consist of death threats and insults. Plus, there's a clear difference between """male""" and """female""" voiced in frogs too. She doesn't want to sound like a man! She doesn't want to be anything like a man! Men are gross! Sorry Sprig, Hop Pop, but it's true. Men are icky icky yuck yuck and Anne is a girly girl. She doesn't want to turn into Stumpy! Or Buff Loggle! Oh, no, is that her future? She commits the triple mistake of 1) sending a letter to Marcy that same day, 2) knocking on Maddies' door promising her firstborn if she can save her from turning into Stumpy, and 3) she becomes obsessed researching mammalian biology in the archives. Bad decision. Bad bad. She's discovering things to feel dysphoric about she never even knew existed! Did you know mammalian mothers feed their offsprings with "milk" that comes from their "mammary glands"? Did Sasha and Marcy have those? She hates herself a little for checking out Marcy next time she sees her and she realizes that, indeed, in the past years she's grown a pair of those that Anne does NOT have. She notes that both she and Sasha are pretty much hairless. She used to think hair was a normal mammalian trait! That weasel that tries to eat the frogs every winter sure is covered in it!

Maddie shows up to her door with a bunch of new spells to try out, happy to have a willing subject. Most embarrassingly, Marcy starts doing her own research as soon as she gets Anne's letter and sends her all her discoveries, and now Anne feels mortified because Marcy knows about all the bad bad very bad changes she's going through (Marcy, for her part, is just fascinated by the nature of their "condition").

It takes a bit, but after a few very frenzied weeks, Anne comes to understad what's going on: her species had certain level of sexual dimorphism and she just happened to have been born with the supposed "sex" usually associated with "men" as a social category. When Hop Pop finds out, he burst into laughter. Oh, it was THAT all along! Anne made it sound so complicated, but it was just the same things he went through when he was younger, just the other way around ("Say what now Hop Pop?")! A few curses here and there and she won't have to worry about these so called "mammary glands" and "hair" anymore, though in the meantime, as Maddie perfects a human-friendly curse, she gets turned into all sort of different creatures. By the time it's done, she just wants to feel like... herself.

It's true that there are some things about her body that make her feel weird, like they don't quite fit in, but there are others she only worries about because she compared herself to Sasha and Marcy, which wasn't fair to anyone involved. Did she really want to fundamentally change parts of her body because of insecurities she developed last week over a book about lemurs? Then, a second set of fears come in: what will happen when she goes back to her place of origin? Because she does want to find her birth family. Will they recognize her, if they're looking for a boy? Will they think she's lying if she claims to be their daughter? If she changes only a few things but doesn't "go all the way", will people there think she's a freak? Will she ever be able to fit in with those of her species?

Does she really care so much about what other people think? She just wants to be herself. Some of the changes she's been going through are making her feel less like herself and more like she's being turned into a tax collector from Toad Tower. Those things have to go - her voice, for example. And she wants a more femenine silhouette (she may or may not show Maddie photos of young Mrs. Croaker as a reference). She wants a softer face. She's seeing her face changing in the mirror and she doesn't like it. She wants it to stay round and soft, not to grow hard and sharp or big and rough. She's not so sure she wants those "mammary glands". It's not like she ever thought about having kids, and the whole "breastfeeding" thing just seems gross, but after her research, and finding out she could have kids with, I don't know, maybe Marcy one day (a thought that makes her blush), she thinks it may be a good idea. She'll consider it. Maybe later. Her genitalia... well, she's used to what she has now. It already took her like 10 years to fully figure out what it was and how it worked and starting over with a whole new set just feels like too much work (also, the babies, the potential babies with Marcy). Frogs and toads have neither "penises" or "vaginas" so there's not a lot of information, and based on books about lemurs and her own empirical experience, comparing herself to other mammalian species isn't too useful. She'll leave it the way it is. She'll see if there's anything else she wants to change later, or if she wants to go back on something.

Marcy is surprised next time Anne visits Newtopia. In her letters, she described this strange transformation in excruciating detail, but seeing her in person now, holding her face in her hands, all she sees is the same Anne she's always loved.

A few more ideas:

HEADCANON: in Amphibia, two people of the same "s.ex" can reproduce through magic, which means there has to be a concious effort and intent. The external fertilization process there's no such thing as a pregnancy, and there's no such thing as s.ex. All reproduction is intentional, which means there's no need for abortion either. There are processes to destroy fertilized eggs and embryos, but they look completely different from human abortions.

Amphibians may perform acts resembling s.ex for pleasure or fun but they look different from human s.ex and have no relation to reproduction.

Andrias is the only person in Amphibia who knows enough about humans to know how they reproduce (a process he finds repulsive). He never tells Marcy, of course, though once she becomes queen, she finds his secret library and his hidden tomes on "alien biology", some of which talk about humans. He's also the only one who knows humans can have children on accident, and that Anne is the only human in Amphibia who could cause something like that to happen (he reads all of Marcy's correspondence). He knows his daughter is very close to this weird farm girl penpal of hers, and even though she's still a child, he worries for her future and the future of the crown. This new discovery could land the crown in the hands of a dynasty of aliens if he's not careful. Is it weird that he spends so much time worrying about his 12yo daughter getting pregnant from another 12yo? Yes, yes it is, but he already controls every aspect of her life, it's not like he's going to stop at her sexuality, future, real, or imaginary.

Man now that I wrote it all down, I think this option is more compelling than the first. Maybe I WILL go with this one.

#amphibia #raised in amphibia au #anne boonchuy #marcanne #trans anne boonchuy #my posts #btw i'm very cis so i want to apologize if I said anything weird. since anne here grew up in a world so different from us #i imagine the ''trans experience'' as one of the only humans in frog world must be very different from the irl ''trans experience''#so I kept it mostly personal and thinking about what would make sense in her situation #for example. we know she finds boys pretty gross and likes more girly things #so the idea of ''turning into a boy'' as she hits puberty must make her feel gross #but i'm worried that describing how i imagine the perspective of this specific characters in her very specific situation #will come across as me saying ''oh being amab is gross and disgusting and icky'' which is NOT what I want to imply #do i think this anne may feel that way about herself considering she's never met another trans person in her life (except for this Hop Pop #but it's been so long since his transition he kinda forgot about it and doesn't bring it up)#?? yes. i think her first impulse would be to feel like that #because it comes from a place of ''This Does NOT reflect me. in fact it reflects everything I hate''#aaaah i hope i'm not messing up here. i'm open to criticism btw if anyone thinks this doesn't work i'd love to hear corrections #also re: the reproduction and period talk. i hope no one is too grossed out by that. i just thought it'd make sense #like it'd make sense for andrias to worry about that #also i just find the idea funny like. amphibians don't f.uck. copulation is for gross mammals. which means they probably find mammalian #reproductive organs particularly disgusting #which probably makes the girls feel... bad 😭

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