Hope No One Has Done This Already

even more hilda doodles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

going on vacation tmw hehehehehheheh

yep just this morning (animation stuff yay) looks like shit because i made it in 20 minutes

🍂Amphibia fanart of the girls in celebration of season 3! The latest eps were amazing, I love how they’re handling Sasha’s redemption so far!

I just want these girls to be happy again :,)

*gasp* what is this? A commission by the lovely @glacecakes for her fic series Wandering Stars which you can (and should!!) read here it's very good y'all. Anyway this was a lot of fun! I can't wait for the next installment!

When Anne's time comes, the household is anything but quiet. Friends and family throughout the years extend their condolences to her spouses, but they seem a little less lively this time around. Sasha doesn't even greet the guests offering their sympathies, Marcy having to explain how heavy this is. Her own heart is hurting.

When it all dies down, there is a lingering loneliness in the house. Even a few months is not enough to beat back the awful feelings that the other two feel in Anne's absence.

The walls they've hung up pictures together of the three of them, just having fun throughout the years, it all seems pointless to have them still hung up. They were no longer the youthful adventurers then, now just old and gray. Marcy catches Sasha staring fondly at a portrait in the hallway, eyes red and shaking her head.

"Oh Annie... Wait for us there, okay?"

Her heart breaks a little hearing it, but Marcy feels the same. She can't help but feel the fear of the uncertainty if they'll meet when it is all said and done. Adjusting her glasses, she strolls up and places an embrace from behind.

"Dear. I still think I should have been the first to go." Her blonde-colored hair long since faded like the certainty in her voice.

"Oh hush now Sashy, you're only saying that beca-" A cough interrupts, Marcy taking a few seconds to push it down before resuming.

"Ah whoops. Anyways, I meant to say that you don't really mean that. You're only saying that because you miss her."

"Don't you?" Turning her attention to her wife, who seems to think for a moment.

The pause is palpable. "I do dear, I do."

i miss her so bad

I have this hc of Boiling Isles weddings having a "bloody marriage" tradition where the spouses are drenched in blood (Carrie style) for good luck, at the ancient times it was actual blood and now it's apple blood

Old drawings for reference

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This scene has changed my brain chemistry honestly