The Reason I Don’t Like Evil Marcy Is Because I Think It’s Ooc For Her. I Just Can’t See Marcy

Incorrect Darcy Quotes :3

This post turned out so long tf XD

Darcy: Slash gamemode creative.

Sasha: Dude, this isn't Min-

Darcy: *starts levitating*

Andrias: I need life advice.

Darcy, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right people.

Andrias: Why are you late?

Darcy: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Andrias: Overslept?

Darcy: Overslept.

Andrias: I feel so burnt out.

Darcy: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Andrias: Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Darcy: Well not if you’re expecting it.

Darcy: Something’s off.

Andrias: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Darcy: No, but that’s funny.

Darcy: Andrias, we tried things your way.

Andrias: No, we didn't.

Darcy: We did it in our head and it didn't work.

Andrias: You read my diary?

Darcy: At first we did not know it was your diary. We thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Darcy: Marcy is 39 cheetos tall.

Andrias: Why... are you measuring your height in cheetos?

Darcy: Because we're out of doritos.

Olivia: Let me see what you have!

Darcy: A SCYTHE!

Olivia: NO!

Olivia, about Darcy: They're covered in blood again. Why is it they're always covered in blood?

Andrias: Well, it looks like it's their own blood this time.

Anne: Marcy, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Darcy: Well of course we have.

Darcy: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Darcy: It's boring.

Darcy: Well Andrias, we have to say, we’re really disappointed.

Andrias: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Darcy, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, our child.

Andrias, entering the room with a small cut on his ankle: Who the f-

Andrias: Do you want a drink?

Darcy: We could go for some appy slices right now.

Andrias: With a little peanut butter to dip them in?

Darcy: FUCKING OF COURSE WE WANT PEANUT BUTTER ANDRIAS!

Andrias: Don’t stay up all night, Darcy. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own armor.

Olivia: So what, now I’m just supposed to do everything that Darcy does? What if they jump off a cliff?

Andrias: If Darcy were to jump off a cliff, they would have done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Darcy jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Olivia: You jump off a cliff.

Andrias: Gladly, provided Darcy did first.

Darcy: *slams books down in front of Andrias*

Darcy: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Andrias: You could of said literally anything else.

Darcy: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Andrias: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Andrias: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Darcy: All we drank was Redbull!

Andrias: How many?

Darcy: Eighteen.

Darcy, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Darcy, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved our children?

Darcy: Somebody moved our M&M's, and now we are going to start killing.

Andrias: Darcy, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Darcy, curled up inside a hoodie that's 100 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Darcy: We left instructions for everyone while we’re gone.

Andrias: Mine just says "Andrias no."

Darcy: We want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Darcy: You’re alive.

Andrias: There’s no need to sound so disappointed.

Andrias: How stupid do you think I am?!

Darcy: You really want an honest answer to that?

Darcy, standing with their back turned: We’ve been expecting you, Sasha.

Sasha: How did you do that without turning around?

Darcy: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people we did that to were not you.

TOMORROW

(feel free to mute the tag “Dannypocalypse” lol)

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS, FRICKERS?!?!?!

*Throws these at ur face with a meaty schlap*

Ok so I know I said I was gonna focus on “Of Many Minds” for now but I wrote some “Losing Marbles” cuz I suddenly got motivation for it XD. I’m at 682 words for ch 2 and I’m probably a little over halfway done with it (but hopefully the second half will go faster than the first lmao)

Marcy just finished sparring with a frobot hehe

Writing the scene in my fic “Of Many Minds” where The Core talks to Marcy for the first time since “The Hardest Thing” and I’m at 683 words for chapter 2 >:D

I’m taking a break from “Losing Marbles” for now but I reallyyyy hope to continue it

(Just thought I’d post an update so people don’t think I’ve completely abandoned these fics XD)

Worm.

It has become worm.

I spent almost 2 hours drawing a worm… I need help

“Let’s rumble, wormfriend”

Describe the plot/concept of something you're working on in the tags, but poorly.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UGLY /pos

...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.

Amphibia as text posts pt2!!

These are the ones I made before s3b (and then forgot to post XD)

These are the ones I made today heh