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cutetanuki-chan · 1 year
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they still have stones and Marcy wants to celebrate her birthday in amphibia but moms go a little overboard
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welcometoamphibia · 2 years
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https://twitter.com/tiredumpling/status/1526967152066318337?s=21&t=Mnbxari3RwTQvC3Rt0nMWw
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weirdkev27 · 2 years
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Hop Pop: Which one is the mom of the family?
Lady Olivia: I think that’s actually a very common misconception because in our relationship we’re both females so there’s no label on which is-
(Yunan, Marcy, and Joe Sparrow are pointing at Olivia)
Olivia: They’re all pointing at me, aren’t they?
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scenefox2003 · 2 years
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Marcy Falls Down The Fucking Stairs
Aka Olivia and Marcy meet for the first time in the most violently Marcy way possible
It was a normal day.
Just a normal, mundane, not at all cataclysmic day in Newtopia.
Until it wasn’t.
Lady Olivia strolled primly down the cobbled sidewalk of the city, carrying bags of groceries. She could’ve gotten a servant to do it, but Olivia didn’t believe she was above such things. Besides, she liked to get out and get fresh air. If she didn’t leave the castle grounds regularly it would do weird things to her mental health.
Just as she was thinking about how nice the weather was, Olivia heard what sounded like faint, far away… screaming?
She brushed it off, assuming some kids were playing somewhere. But then it gradually got louder. And closer. And was that a cracking noise?
Lady Olivia found herself inconveniently standing by the bottom of Newtopia’s longest staircase, and that’s when she looked up and found the source of the noise.
Someone was falling down the fucking stairs.
“HEY! LOOK OOOOOUT!” the person screamed, before finally colliding with Olivia and sending them both flying backwards.
Olivia groaned and rubbed her head, surveying herself for injury. Besides being shaken up and scattering her groceries everywhere, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong. Olivia quickly picked herself up and dusted off her dress, a bit embarrassed but okay. The same couldn’t be said for the other person though. She was lying face first on the ground, twitching and groaning, her limbs a tangled mess.
“Oh- oh my, are you alright?!” Olivia asked, hurrying to her aid. She lifted her head, and- oh.
This wasn’t a newt, or even an amphibian at all. Olivia had never seen anything like her before. She was tall, gangly, and dry. Her head was strangely shaped, and had two protruding ears on either side and a strange bump in the middle of her face that seemed to be bleeding.
Olivia took a step back, shocked.
“Huh? Oh, sorry ‘bout that. You guys have long staircases,” the creature slurred, rubbing her arm under her face bump. She looked at it, noticing the blood, but seemed too dazed to freak out. “Huh, nose’s bleeding. That makes sense.” She attempted to pick herself up, but yelped in pain and quickly laid back down, groaning.
The crowd that had formed around them started to exchange frightened whispers.
“What is that thing?!”
“It’s definitely not from around here, that’s for sure.”
“I can’t believe it just went barreling into Lady Olivia and doesn’t seem bothered!”
“Why is it in our city?”
“Why is it so ugly?!”
“Someone call the Knight Guard! They’ll know what to do!”
Despite the reaction of everyone else, Olivia couldn’t help but feel bad for the strange creature. It was definitely intelligent, at least on par with newts, and sounded very young. So as the crowd backed away, Olivia stepped closer, kneeling down in front of her. She rubbed the creature’s head to get her attention.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” She asked.
“Uuuuuuhuuuum… seven! Wait, no, three! Wait, no, you’re supposed to have five, so…. Ten?” She coughed a few times, then threw up on the marble sidewalk. The crowd gasped in horror and backed away further. “…Oops. Sorry about your carpet,” she slurred, obviously out of it.
Olivia stared at her bewildered for a second, then jumped into action.
“I think you have a concussion,” she said gently, then looked at the rest of her body. “And does your species usually bend like that?” Olivia pointed at the creature’s leg, the lower half of which was jutting out at a nauseating angle. She turned her head to see, and winced.
“Yeah, definitely not. Now that you mention it… Ouch, that really hurts!”
The creature sniffled and wiped her bloody nose again, and Olivia pulled a fancy lace handkerchief out of her pocket and held it to her nose. “Here, don’t cry, it’ll make it worse. Tilt your head back like this, okay?”
The creature whimpered and did so, and Olivia turned to address the crowd.
“Does anyone have a wagon? I need to get her to a hospital!”
Everyone avoided eye contact with her, and a taxi driver stepped in front of his cab as if that could hide it. Olivia scoffed.
“That’s royal orders!” She demanded, and the taxi driver immediately switched his attitude.
“O-of course, here, get her in my cab,” he said, rushing over to help lift her up.
“About time,” Olivia said, fully intending to be rude. “Creature, I’m going to need to stand up on your good leg, alright? There you go.” The two newts helped the creature awkwardly hop to the cab, but about halfway there she started to falter.
“Yeeeaaaah, I’m gonna pass out.”
“WAIT! NONONO, DON’T PASS OUT! STAY AWAKE, YOU NEED TO GET TO-“ Olivia shouted, but it was no use, and the creature went limp. “Oh god damn it,” she groaned, completely abandoning any sort of etiquette. She felt like she had the right to in this situation. She then turned to the huge mass of newts standing there staring, like fascinated schoolchildren looking at a dead animal. “WILL ANY OF YOU COME HELP US INSTEAD OF JUST STANDING THERE?!” The crowd all averted eye contact again. “COME ON, SERIOUSLY?! TOUCHING HER IS NOT GOING TO KILL YOU! SHE’S JUST A GIRL! A really strange, gangly, clumsy girl…” she added quietly to herself.
A muscular orange newt handed her young daughter to a nearby stranger and headed over, then carefully lifted the creature into her arms.
“Here, I’ve got her. Get in the cab.”
“Oh, thank you,” Olivia said gratefully, climbing into the wagon. Once she was seated, the newt laid the girl across the seat, placing her head in Olivia’s lap.
“No problem, sorry for not helping earlier. I’m glad to know Newtopia has such caring royalty. Makes me feel like my kid’s in a good place, ya know?”
Olivia smiled, then looked down at the creature. As the cab started moving, her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Huh… wuh? What’s goin’ on?”
“We’re getting you to a hospital. You fell down the stairs, remember?”
The creature squinted, thinking hard, then gasped.
“Oh YEAH! I remember that! I threw up on your lawn! Sorry about that.”
Olivia chuckled, she would never get that right.
“It’s alright. What’s your name, creature?”
“I’m Marcy Wu, and I’m a human!”
“A human?”
“Yup, but who cares about that, what are YOU? Why are you blue? Your hair is really pretty, what shampoo do you use? Do you watch anime? Why do you think parents encourage their children to go to college when it’ll just put many of them in inescapable student loan debt? What’s your opinion on gay people?”
Olivia laughed. She had a feeling that she was going to be answering a lot of questions in the foreseeable future.
“One at a time, Marcy. Firstly, I’m Lady Olivia of Newtopia. And I’m a newt.”
Marcy’s eyes grew to the size of golf balls, and they practically sparkled with amazement.
“Woah… that sounds fancy! You’re a talking newt?! That’s wild! I had a pet newt once, a non talking one, but then my neighbor’s kid rock tumbled him in his aquarium. His guts were blue, is that why you’re blue? Or are you blue because there’s some evolutionary benefit to it? Or does it just look pretty? I have so many questions, I don’t even know where to start! But my head feels kinda woozy…”
Olivia smiled sympathetically and brushed the hair out of her eyes, pinning it back into place with the green hairpin that had gotten all tangled up and loose during her fall.
“I’m sure it does, that was a rather long fall you took there. But you’re going to be alright. Just close your eyes and rest for me, and I can answer all your questions once you’re all fixed up and feeling better.”
Marcy closed her eyes and smiled, feeling completely and totally safe with this bizarre stranger. Soon enough they were at the hospital, but she had already fallen asleep.
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kody-draws · 2 years
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Designs for my adoptive au! Plus some small notes
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lupe-loops · 1 year
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To complete the background about the Trio, the last but not least, Marcy:
Marcy, like the others, ended up in Newtopia. Yunnan found her in a city's desert alley, getting desperate as the kid started crying. She ran to the person she knew who could calm down a baby: Olivia.
In fact, Olivia did calm down little Marcy and soon started to make several questions about the parents, why they abandoned a defenseless baby in the middle of the streets and why she didn't have a tail. Olivia agreed to take care of the kid as long as Yunnan shared the responsibility with her.
They even started searching for the baby's parents in the city and surroundings, but without success. In the end, Olívia and Yunnan decided to stay with the kid and gave her the name they saw on the blanket: "Marcy."
King Andrias was informed about the baby and cheerfully accepted her stay in the castle under Olivia's protection and supervision.
Previous: Sasha's Background
And now we have a fic! Check it out
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Tradução:
Para completar o background sobre as três, por último mas não menos importante, Marcy:
Marcy, assim como as outras, acabou em Novatopia. Yunnan a encontrou em uma viela deserta da cidade, ficando desesperada quando a criança começou a chorar. Ela correu para a pessoa que sabia que poderia acalmar um bebê: Olívia.
De fato, Olívia conseguiu acalmar a pequena Marcy e logo fez várias perguntas sobre quem seriam os pais, por que abandonaram um bebê indefeso no meio da rua e por que ela não tinha uma cauda.
Olívia concordou em cuidar da criança momentaneamente desde que Yunnan dividisse a responsabilidade.
Elas até iniciaram buscas na cidade e nos arredores para achar os pais do filhote estranho, mas sem sucesso.
No fim das contas, Olívia e Yunnan acabam decidindo ficar com o filhote e deram o nome que viram nas mantas: "Marcy"
O Rei Andrias foi informado sobre a bebê e ele alegremente permitiu a estadia dela no castelo sob a proteção de Olívia.
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iersei · 1 year
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Day 26: Comfort
held by people who care about you and remembering you are loved
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Marcy March Prompts
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newts-and-bones · 1 year
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Tori and Gori ✨
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newtafterdark · 6 months
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Tomorrow I will say my final goodbye to my old childhood home, because my mom's ex is moving out of the place.
I genuinely don't know how to emotionally prepare myself for it since it's a complicated thing. It was the roof over my head for most of life but also the place a lot of trauma is connected to.
Also, it's the place where I started interacting with folks online from, very much including my first tumblr blog and this one as well - which lead to making friends who I'll cherish my whole life.
All in all though, I'm glad that I get the chance to close that chapter of my life and move forward.
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newts-and-sharks · 1 year
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Sun, Moon, and Clip finally have two out of three parents!
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cutetanuki-chan · 2 years
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Marcy explaining the most nerdiest stuff to Olivia
and Olivia with Yunan getting a kid
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COTTAGECORE LESBIAN NEWT MOMS HELL YEAH!!!!!
They’re even wearing matching necklaces!!!!
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weirdkev27 · 2 years
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*It’s the middle of the night. Yunan and Olivia are asleep in bed*
Marcy: Lady Olivia? Lady Olivia? Lady Olivia?
Olivia: Hmm? *opens her eyes and sees Marcy with her legs crossed* *yawns* Yes?
Marcy: I need to go!
Olvia: Go? Go where?
Marcy: You know, go-Bad!
Olivia: Oh ‘go’. Why didn’t you say so? Let’s go! *jumps out of bed and leads Marcy down the hall* When you gotta go, you gotta go!
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*it’s the middle of the day. Yunan and Olivia are looking up at a giant tree*
Olivia: Young master, come down here this instance!
Marcy: *climbing up a tree* Woo-hoo! Alright! Man, you guys look like ants from up here!
Olivia: I’m counting to three!
Marcy: Woo hoo! *jumps onto the next branch. It breaks under her weight, causing her to fall*
Yunan: Uh oh!
Olivia:*oblivious to Marcy falling. counts on her fingers* One, Two, *Yunan jumps on top of her and catches Marcy. from under Yunan* Three.... *drops her arm to the ground*
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*night*
Olivia:*in bed with Yunan*
Marcy: Lady Olivia?
Olivia: Oh, Again?
Marcy: No. I’m thirsty.
Olivia:*as she leads Marcy down the hall into the kitchen* You realize you’ll be up again about two hours from now.
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*day*
Marcy:*calmly floating on her back down the river*
Olivia:*frantically swimming after her* Hang on, Master Marcy! I’ll save you!
Marcy:*falls over the edge of the waterfall* Yahoo!
Yunan:*catches her while hanging from a tree branch*
Olivia: Whoa! *falls over the edge of the waterfall*
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*night*
Marcy:*to a sleepy Olivia* Lady Olivia?
Olivia:*tiredly leads Marcy down the hall* We're going to get old walking down this hallway.
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*day*
*Olivia screams as she holds onto Marcy for dear life as they zipped down the zipline*
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 *night*
Marcy: Lady Olivia?
Olivia:*Jumps awake, exasperated.* Aah! What have you got against the concept *Gets down from the bed* of a good night's sleep, huh? *Turns around with bloodshot eyes.*
Marcy:*looks away, clutching her sleep shirt* Actually, I, uh, I had a bad dream.
Olivia; *face softens* Oh, well... *elbows Yunan awake*
Yunan: Wah? Wasn’t me?
Olivia: Master Marcy had a bad dream.
Yunan:*looks at the sad Marcy* Ohh. Why don't you sleep over here with us?
Olivia: Mi Yunan, su Yunan. *gestures to the bed*
Marcy: *smiles. She jumps over between Yunan and Olivia, and gets comfy* Good night.
Olivia: Sleep tight.
Yunan: Dream of bedbugs tonight! *instantly falls asleep*
Marcy: *laughs*
*Olivia and Marcy begin to go to sleep. Marcy grabs Olivia and pulls her in close. Olivia sighs and goes to sleep.*
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scenefox2003 · 2 years
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Matchmaker
Aka I needed to write something happy after. That.
Olivia smiled to herself as the breeze blew gently through her hair, and and ruffled the edge of the cape she was mending. Marcy, the owner of said cape, sat on the edge of the koi pond next to her, blissfully kicking her legs back and forth while she watched the fish and sucked on a popsicle. It truly was a beautiful summer day. It was warm but not too hot, the clouds in the sky were almost cartoonishly puffy, and she was drinking her favorite juice. Everything was perfect. Nothing could possibly interrupt this moment-
“Lady Olivia, do you have a crush on General Yunan?”
Olivia spat out her juice, getting it all over the cape and probably in the koi pond (was that bad for them?)
“What.”
“Do you like General Yunan?” She asked again, innocently tilting her head.
“Do I- do I like General Yunan?”
Marcy smiled around her popsicle.
“Mhm!”
Lady Olivia tried her best to keep a straight face (pun intended) but couldn’t restrain from cringing.
“Well, of course I like her, she’s a competent warrior and a trusted colleague-“
“No, I mean like, do you like like her, like how Alphys likes Undyne,” Marcy said, as if that made any more sense. But Olivia knew what Marcy was asking, she just didn’t want to answer it. She all the sudden focused really hard on her sewing, and Marcy leaned forward to try and see what was so interesting. Seeing nothing, she continued. “Like do you think she’s pretty? And do you wanna hold her hand and marry her?”
Olivia wanted to laugh at how childish that sounded, she wanted to do a lot more than just hold her hand. But she kept up her aloof attitude.
“Why are you asking me this?” She asked rather curtly.
“Because I see you looking at her a lot. And you make a point that your tails always brush each other in the hallway, and you blush ever so slightly whenever she calls you milady, and you call everybody else by their full titles but you always call her just Yunan or General, and whenever you say General it has a certain tone to it that implies that something about it makes you-
“Okay, fine, that’s enough,” Olivia interrupted, her face tinged red. “How do you always notice these things?” She asked, a bit of annoyance leaking into her voice.
Marcy shrugged.
“I dunno.”
Her popsicle was starting to melt all over her hands, and she went to lick it. Olivia scoffed at her lack of manners.
“Don’t do that.”
“But it’s sticky!”
She sighed and gently grabbed Marcy’s wrists, then pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and started wiping her hands off for her.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I do… admire the General, just a little bit.” She didn’t meet Marcy’s gaze, once again pretending to be very invested in what she was doing.
“Only a little bit?”
“Yes Marcy, only a little bit.”
The large glass sliding door opened, and Olivia and Marcy both turned to see who it was. Standing in the doorway was Yunan herself, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, wraparound sunglasses, and swim trunks. She had a popsicle between her teeth, and she was carrying one of those massive rolling coolers under her arm like it was a football or something.
At the sight of the two, Yunan lifted her sunglasses onto her forehead.
“Greetings Milady, Master Marcy. Enjoying the nice weather?”
Olivia felt her face flush, and it wasn’t because of the heat. Marcy noticed, but became more fixated on the cooler.
“Can I have a popsicle?”
“Please don’t give her another one,” Olivia sighed.
“How about an ice cream sandwich?”
“That’s even messier!”
“Sorry Liv, but I take orders from the king, not you. And he said to give Master Marcy whatever she wants.”
Marcy smirked at the use of the nickname Liv, but Olivia acted like she was annoyed about the popsicle thing instead.
“He spoils her.”
“Says the one lovingly sewing up her cape like a doting mother.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh don’t get like that, it’s cute.”
Yunan started digging around in the cooler, and Olivia looked away and down at the pond in a sad attempt to hide her blushing. Still, she couldn’t help but notice Yunan gave Marcy the popsicle, which she had stated was the less messy option. Her face got even redder.
Yunan was about to sit down by the pond herself, until a voice called for her from inside the castle.
“General Yunan! The bugball game has ended in yet another massive fan brawl! Come break it up!”
Yunan let out an obnoxious, fifteen second long groan.
“God damn it, I can’t get ONE single day off! Looks like you’ll have to enjoy the sun without my glorious presence. Catch ya later, nerds.”
Yunan bit into the wooden popsicle stick as hard as she could, chewed, swallowed, tilted her redneck dad sunglasses back down, then made her leave.
“She’s so dreamy,” Olivia whispered to herself, and Marcy grinned and started flapping her hands.
“You DO like her!” She shouted.
“Oh hush, she’ll hear you!” Olivia scolded, then sighed. “But yes. You’re right. I like her.”
“Aaaaawwwwww!” Marcy cooed. “That’s so sweet! I totally ship it!”
“Ship?” Olivia asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion. Marcy didn’t bother to explain, just continued gushing.
“You two would make SUCH a cute couple! You’re so perfect for each other! The strong general and the elegant noblewoman falling in love… it’s just like a fairy tale! Or a video game! Or a FANFICTION! You HAVE to tell her how you feel!”
Olivia sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
“Oh heavens no. I could never.”
“WHAT?! Why not?!” Marcy bit into her popsicle just like she’d seen Yunan do, but her face quickly contorted in pain and she went back to sucking instead.
“Oh there’s a plethora of reasons. First of all, it’s unprofessional.”
“Aw, King Andrias wouldn’t care!”
“He should,” Olivia muttered to herself, digging a beer out of the cooler. “And even if that wasn’t an issue, I don’t even know if she likes me that way.”
“Aww, she totally does!”
“You’re just saying that because you want us to get together,” Olivia smiled.
“No! I’m saying it because it’s true! She calls you LIV!”
“That- that doesn’t mean anything! It’s just a nickname!”
“Does she have a nickname for anyone else?”
“Well… hmmm… she calls you kiddo sometimes.”
“I don’t count!
“Well, then I guess she doesn’t.”
“See?! She likes you!”
“Even still, it might not mean anything.”
“But it COULD! Newtopia is a place where dreams come true! It’s like Italy! Or Comic Con!”
Olivia laughed, patting Marcy’s head fondly.
“I guess it could.”
“Yeah!”
Marcy dug her journal out of her bag and started sketching, chewing her popsicle stick in concentration.
“What’re you drawing?” Olivia asked.
“Fanart of you and General Yunan!”
“You are ONE cutesy quip away from being pushed into this pond.”
Ten years later, when Olivia and Yunan got their first house together, a drawing of two anime lizards holding hands with a popsicle stain in the corner was displayed proudly in a golden frame on their living room wall.
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kody-draws · 2 years
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would the trio's parents be relevant to the story 🤔
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The trio have only ever known them as their parents, they where brought to amphibia too young to have any memories of their short time on earth. I know that’s a not exactly the question you where asking or the answer you wanted but 😘😋
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