#clown tree frog

[weeklyfrogpod]

This week's froggy friend is not just a clown, but the entire circus. As are we all.

[humblbee]

my little friends :)

[colorsoutofearth]

Executioner clown frog (Dendropsophus carnifex)

Photo by Joao Burini

[little-creature-of-the-day]

little creature of the day: Variable Clown Tree Frog

cute fwog

image source

[theghostcaptain]

“But Doctor, I am Frog-liacci.” 🤡🐸

[herpsandbirds]

Variable Clown Tree Frog (Dendropsophus triangulum) "giraffe morph", family Hylidae, Peru

photograph by Cristian Torica

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #33

MC: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically Galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts longer

Solomon: Fork

MC: Oh yeah I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absent minded dunce fool, clown, jester, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin

Diavolo: Uhm, you seem to forget that chips can also mean fries? And that’s probably what they were talking about haha

MC: I did not forget anything. I purposefully ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out

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Belphegor: An alarm clock except it’s set to every time

Leviathan: We touch

Solomon: I get

Diavolo: This feeling

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Beelzebub: I was talking with my brothers yesterday and we decided the best way to own a guy who takes off his shirt to fight you is to pick his shirt up and put it on

Mammon: That might be one of the ultimate power moves

Simeon: Or pick it up and say “lift your arms up” and try to put it back on him

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Leviathan: By day I appear to be no more than just an average run of the mill office worker, but when night time strikes! I’m crying alone in my bed

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Solomon: I bought my friend an elephant for their room

They said “thank you”

I said “don’t mention it”

Mammon: Is there a joke here that everyone gets but I don’t?

Belphegor: Nobody tell them

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Thirteen:

Them: why are you competing in our cooking show today?

Me: the government banned gladiatorial matches yet I yearn for glory in the arena

Solomon: I’m here to tell you gladiator matches are still a thing, pal

Thirteen: Hm. Interesting. The last time I tried to behead a man for prestige and the right to majesty, I was dragged out of the alleyway by three very unreasonable men of the law and I would like to know where you live

•

Diavolo: What do you call a snobbish criminal going down the stairs?

Lucifer: I don’t know. What?

Diavolo: A condescending con descending

Lucifer: Get out

MC: That was beautiful

•

Leviathan: Bitten by a radioactive cicada. Now all I do is sit in a tree and scream all day

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Solomon: Self-care is slathering yourself in baby oil and sliding down the 7th lane in your local bowling alley so the mechanical pin setter will pick you up and take you to the forbidden place behind the bowling lanes where you can meet God but only on Tuesdays

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Mammon: Security called me at work today and told me they saw me outside chasing a frog around on the security cameras. I wasn’t in trouble they just wanted to let me know they saw me, I didn’t catch him

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Leviathan: Me wearing a blanket as a cloak, stirring my man’n’cheese in a dimly lit room: potion

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Satan: When I say I’m “feral” it doesn’t always mean I’m angry, maybe I’m stupid and if you give me food you’ll earn my trust and I’ll follow you around

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Asmodeus: Covered in blood for sexy reasons

Asmodeus: Also I just got stabbed

Asmodeus: Don’t suppose there’s anyone here willing to tenderly clean, stitch and bandage my wounds while calling me an idiot in an exasperatedly fond tone of voice is there?

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Diavolo: Introducing a new alignment— chaotic lawful. I have a strict moral code but nobody can figure out what the hell it is

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Mammon: My best feature is that I’m blindingly intelligent for about 30 seconds a day

Mammon: I do not get to choose which seconds, they are not consecutive

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Satan: Okay I’m normal now I promise. Let me out of the case please

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Leviathan: Power move: calling someone a coward in the middle of a fight while also running away from them as fast as you possibly can

Lucifer: Mammon ghost wrote this

Mammon: YO

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Leviathan: “Are you a boy or a girl?”

I am the physical embodiment of suffering

[starlightrosa]

Fizzarolli's Nerves

Summary: Fizzarolli is preparing for Mammon's yearly clown contest, and he's getting nervous, as he just has to be perfect. But all this practicing is disrupting Asmodeus's plan of relaxing with his beloved. That won't do at all.

Pairing: Fizz/Asmodeus

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mind-Rotting Fluff. (Author regrets nothing.)

(My very first fic! Please be nice <3)

“You’ll do it, Fizz. You’ll be fine. You need to be perfect for Mammon. Always perfect.” the imp mumbled, practicing everything he felt he needed to practice in order to win Mammon’s clown contest for the tenth time in a row. Fizz knew the elements of the contest off by heart, having won it so many times. So everything running through that little imp’s head was covered.

Balloon animals. Pie gags. Comedy section. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. You name it, Fizz practiced it. There was certainly no shortage on what Fizzarolli could do, and he had to win. He had to be perfect.

That was how Asmodeus, King of Lust and Fizz’s loving partner- er, BUSINESS partner, found him.

“What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman? The snowballs! Wait, no. More energy, I need to have lots more energy. Like, twenty seven coffees kinda energy. Okay. You got this, Fizz. You got this. Try again. What’s the difference between a snow man and a snow woman? The snowballs! Hmm, still missing something. What could I do? Maybe I could juggle? Do a pose? Maybe I could hit myself in the face with a snowball? Um… ah, think, Fizz!” the jester rambled.

Ozzie yawned as he came into the living room where Fizz was, the rooster rubbing at his eyes.

“Froggie, it’s eight in the morning. Are you seriously practicing this early in the morning? Come back to bed, babe. You’re gonna be exhausted…” Asmodeus murmured, the grand lord rubbing at his eyes.

Alas, the imp did not heed Ozzie’s warning.

“Ozzie, I have to be perfect for Mammon. If I’m not perfect, then I’ll lose! And I don’t wanna lose, that just-! Ugh. It just can’t happen, okay? I need to be perfect. I need to be better than perfect! I-!”

And that was when Ozzie got on his knees and scooped Fizz off the ground, pulling his beloved into a hug. Despite initially struggling to get out, Fizz soon relaxed and sunk his head into his lover’s chest.

“Fizzie~” Ozzie coaxed, using that voice that Fizz liked to hear. Honey rich and sweet, it always comforted Fizzarolli enough to talk about what was bothering him, and it brought Ozzie some peace of mind to be able to know what was distressing his beloved imp partner.

“Ugh. Ozz, what if I’m not good enough this year? What if I don’t win?” Fizz asked. Ozzie just chuckled.

“Fizz, you’ve won for nine times straight. Ten times this year, guaranteed. And you wanna know why you win so much? Cause you got some talent about you. Plus, Mammon says he wants the best, and we all know you’re the best he’s got. And besides, if that fat Christmas tree wants something better, he just isn’t gonna find it. Plus he won’t give the others a chance, he’ll pull the strings so you win anyway, and I’ll put money on that bullshit.”

“I need to win, Oz! And I need to practice if I want to win. Can you let me go?” Fizz asked, trying to gently pry himself out of Asmodeus’s arms. The King of Lust, however, did not budge a single bit.

“Well, I would on any other day, but I am not having my Fizzie Frog being anxious as fuck. So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna go back to bed, watch a stupid rom-com, and laugh at it, spending time with each other along the way.”

“Nice thought. But maybe later, Ozzie.” Fizz murmured. And that was when Asmodeus’s grip tightened slightly.

“I don’t think I phrased it as a question, Froggie~” Asmodeus responded, the Lord of Lust’s fingers moving slightly towards Fizz’s stomach. Fizz squirmed a little in Ozzie’s arms, already knowing where this was going.

“Ozzie, don’t you fucking dare!” Fizz yelped, biting back a smile.

“Oh, but I do fucking dare, baby~ give Ozzie that tum-tum, and I’ll tickle those worries right outta ya!” he declared, his fingers finally landing as he snuck them up Fizzarolli’s jester shirt, softly poking and scratching along Fizz’s belly.

Poor Fizzarolli had no chance to resist.

“Pffffhahahaha! O-Ozziehehehe!” Fizz giggled, gently squirming side to side in his lover’s arms, trying to gently slap Asmodeus’s tickly fingers off.

“Hands to yourself, Froggie. Don’t make me get them out of the way~” Asmodeus teased.

Fizz pouted playfully even as he struggled a bit. Rough tickles made him laugh a lot, but these soft and gentle tickles were much worse sometimes if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

ESPECIALLY if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

Ozzie saw the playful pout and he tutted. His Fizzy, pouting at tickles? Oh, that just would not do, no sir.

Asmodeus migrated his gentle scratches down to Fizzarolli’s hips, enjoying the squeaky laughter that slipped out of his beloved’s mouth. “Aww, someone’s squeaky. Squeaky Fizzie.”

“Hahahaha!!! A-Asmodeus, it tickles! Q-Quihihit it!” Fizzarolli managed to press out, a dark black blush adorning his cheeks. Asmodeus had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop audibly cooing at how goddamn cute his boyfriend was being.

“Not until you agree to come relax with me, Froggie. Just say that you’re done practicing for the day and these tickles will stop. How ‘bout that, huh? Seems a fair deal to me.”

“B-But I can’t stop!”

“If you can’t stop, then neither do these tickles, Froggie.” Asmodeus cooed, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers slipped up to Fizz’s torso to prove a point, beginning to gently count his beloved’s ribs. “Two. Four. Six. Eight…”

Fizzarolli was lost in snorting laughter as he felt Asmodeus’s fingers lightly working his ribs.

“Ahahahaha, hehehehe! N-Not fahahahair, Ozzie! Hahahahaha!” Fizzarolli cackled, the odd snort leaving him. For Lucifer’s sake, how could one imp be this cute? Asmodeus felt his heart squeeze in adoration with every snort that came from Fizzarolli’s mouth.

“All is fair in love and laughter, Froggie.” Asmodeus shot back.

Fizzarolli threw his head back, his jester’s hat jangling as he did so. Satan’s beard, it tickled so much!

“Aah! Ah, ah! Nohohohohahaha! Ozzie, not there! Not there, plehehehease!!” Fizzarolli begged, feeling his lover’s fingers tracing at that one spot at the crook of his neck.

Ozzie only chuckled, not stopping the traces. “I’ve not even done anything yet, Fizzie Frog. You can’t be that ticklish here, surely?” he asked, though Ozzie knew much, much differently. It was one of his little rituals he did. Before they both went to bed, Ozzie would give a gentle kiss on Fizz’s neck each night. The imp was rather ticklish on his neck though, and the feeling of Fizz slamming his face into Ozzie’s chest, trying to muffle his ticklish giggles never failed to bring a smile to the Sin’s face.

“N-No, I’m nohohohot!” Fizz lied, immediately going for the defensive move. But Asmodeus was no fool when it came to his beloved partner. Ozzie knew Fizz’s tells, just as Fizzarolli knew his.

“Is that so, Froggie? Funny, I seem to remember that you can barely handle my goodnight kisses on that neck of yours. Like, all I do is this…” he explains, landing a kiss on Fizzarolli’s neck, right into the crook of his neck with an overexaggerated “MWAH!” noise, grinning wickedly. “…And you just fall about laughing!”

Fizz, as expected, burst into hysterical giggles as he kicked his robotic legs every which way, trying desperately to not kick his beloved in the face.

“O-Ozzie! Stop it, hahaha! Stop it, that tickles, Ozzie!” Fizz cried out, a wide smile betraying his true feelings.

Then Asmodeus decided to get a little bit mean. He gently held Fizz against his chest and nuzzled the crook of his imp partner’s neck… before blowing a soft raspberry into the crook. Fizz absolutely squealed.

“EEEEEEEEK! HAHAHA, AAAH HAHAHA! SHIT, HAHA! OKAY, OZZIE, OKAY!” the ticklish little imp shrieked, going limp in Asmodeus’s arms. And that was when Ozzie knew he’d had enough.

“Thought as much, babe.” Asmodeus smirked, finally switching the mood from playful to cuddly as he stopped the tickles, his fingers softly scratching the top of Fizzarolli’s head. The imp melted under his touch as Ozzie walked back to their shared bedroom, the doors closing behind them.

Asmodeus settled Fizz under the covers with him. And soon the pair drifted off, smiles on both of their faces as the sounds of that dumb rom-com in question, Pretty Woman, played in the background forgotten by them both.

Finito! Hope you enjoyed this one :)

[the-nosy-neighbor]

I hope you are ready for some full-on weird content. I have been looking around and analyzing the Commercials video, which i have mentioned a little here and there. My go to at this point is to look for hidden or otherwise obscured stuff in the video. I found something. I hope you guys can see it, and it isn't just me (how thematically relevant).

This is the moment when the line "Eddie Dear was happy" starts repeating and his eyes snap open. If you really look, you can see Eddie's arm with his watch. I have been unable to get more detail out of the area to the left of that, but the left side is from a still used in one of the record ads.

You can see the tree on the left and the igloo looking shape.

In the very middle, you can see a black line, and I want to say it is Frank's collar, but honestly I have nothing to go on there.

When i was messing around with these, i thought I saw a hand curled, palm up on the ground in the front. However, I closed that one and haven't been able to duplicate it.

I have looked and looked for a drawing of Eddie as he is here: short sleeves in a white shirt. Arm at his side, wearing his watch. I thought initially it might be one of the husbands in white drawings, but he isn't wearing his watch in that one. I also went to look at "you'll be ok" drawing but it was very different and no watch. There might be something relevant on Clown's ko-fi.

Another thing I noticed is the chair shape on the left. It looks like the top of a dining chair from the 80's. And we have seen this chair at least one other time:

The chair at Wally's and in the flash to the giant toy place are different chairs (if this is a chair, i could be convinced it is a rocking horse). Oh, possibly one more:

This shape has been making me crazy since the update. You can see that same shape on the left, which resembles a chair or a throne. The main clump has shapes that look like antlers, but I think they are hands. Could this be a missing puppet? We just see the puppeteer's hands? The shape is so complex and I have had no luck manipulating it to make it more visible or understandable.

Eddie is a live hand puppet. Could those be his hands?

So, i had been thinking that Eddie realizes that the group is on to him, whether that is his relationship with Frank or him sneaking stuff out (I was thinking the latter). In this video there is a lot of layered sound and layered video, slow fades and very low lighting. The more I look at it, the more I think that I am overreacting to layered things and reusing props. I'd be interested to hear what people think.

Why a chair? What does Eddie remember that makes him freak out? I think Eddie remembers the times he has died or been killed. Or that there are multiple versions of him, with the focus on the pea on the plate perhaps making him think about multiples? FINER THAN A FROG'S HAIR SPLIT FOUR WAYS! Are there 4 Eddies? That is what he says right before the realization.

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

what do you think of the clown tree frog

’Tis a glorious frog

[chiara-klara-claire]

funny idioms

My personal selection of idioms collected here and there. my posts - resources masterpost | aesthetic idioms | words with cute literal meaning

Icelandic 🇮🇸

Ég borga bara með reiðufé 🐑💰 - I only pay with an angry sheep: Okay, but I don't have to like it

að taka einhvern í bakaríið 🥯 - to take someone to the bakery: used as a threat, often in sports, when your adversary is about to experience a heavy defeat.

Finnish 🇫🇮 @finnish-sayings

kissanristiäiset 🐱 - a cat’s christening: an unimportant event or holiday

nakki ja muusi 🍲 - in the year sausage and mashed potatoes: long ago

Ilma on kuin linnunmaitoa 🥛🐦- The weather is like bird’s milk: The weather is wonderful.

Hänella ei ole kaikki muumit laksossa - he/she doesn’t have all the moomins in the valley: they’re crazy

Norwegian 🇳🇴 @hazel3017

Nappe seg i løken 🧅 - Yank the onion: a man who masturbates

Høy på pæra 🍐- High on pears: someone who is arrogant (head gets so big it looks like a pear)  

Det er helt Texas! : That’s completely Texas! That’s crazy!

Swedish 🇸🇪( @escapenorth-blog )

Den är paj 🥧 - It’s pie. “It doesn’t work.”

du är ute och cyklar! 🚲 - you’re out and riding your bike! “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Fårskalle 🐑 💀 - sheep skull ; hissen går inte gela vägen upp- the elevator doesn’t go all the way up: stupid

släng dig i väggen - throw yourself against a wall: take a hike 🌲

Danish 🇩🇰 @vikinglanguage

der er kommunister i lysthuset*- communists are in the funhouse: when someone has their period 🩸🏠

skide grønne grise 🐖 💩 - to shit green pigs: be extremely frightened 😰

gåsevin 🍷🦆– goose wine: Water

pølsetysker 🌭 🇩🇪 – sausage german: a very German German or just a way to call Germans you dislike

ikke helt appelsinfri* 🍊 - not entirely orange-free: drunk 🤠

at tale flydende svensk* 🗣🇸🇪 - to speak Swedish fluently / tale i den store hvide telefon**☎️- talk in the big white telefon / ringe til Ulrik** 📞 : to call Ulrik: to throw up 🤮

at skyde papegøjen 🦜🔫- to shoot the parrot: to have luck

Dutch 🇳🇱

Helaas Pindakaas 🥜 - too bad peanut butter (“peanut cheese”): too bad, which rhymes with pindakaas = 🇩🇪 Schade Marmelade: same as Dutch, but with jam

German 🇩🇪 this post by @for-the-love-of-wolves-studies and this @moami

einen Clown zum Frühstück essen/frühstücken 🤡 🍽️- eating a clown for breakfast: not behaving decently/having bad humor

bekannt wie ein bunter Hund 🐶 🌈 - known as a colorful dog: someone known all over town

fuchsteufelswild 🦊 - fox devil wild: super mad

einen Vogel haben 🐦 - to have a bird: to be crazy

Ich glaub mein Schwein pfeift 🐷 - I think my pig whistles: I think I’m dreaming  

die Gurkentruppe 🥒 - cucumber brigade: bunch of bunglers  

Durch den Kakao ziehen 🍫-  throw someone into chocolate: to make fun of somebody or something, to roast someone

die beleidigte Leberwurst spielen 🌭 - to play the offended liver sausage: being very resentful

Hans Wurst 🌭 - Hans Sausage: name to call a stupid person (both m/f)

jetzt haben wir den Salat 🥗 - now we have the salad: look at this disaster that we now have 

jemanden hinwünschen, wo der Pfeffer wächst 🧂 - wish somebody would be where pepper grows: to want somebody to be as far away as possible

nah am Wasser gebaut 💧- built close to the water: someone that is easily moved to tears

italian 🇮🇹

Cascare dal pero 🍐 🌳  - fall from the pear tree - find out about something when you were supposed to know it

Far venire il latte alle ginocchia 🥛- make milk come from one’s knees: being a pain/ annoying,

Andare a rane** 🐸 - go (as) frogs: something like online connection is lagging

fare la figura del cioccolataio 🍫 - make a chocolatier’s impression: to make a fool of yourself, be responsible for embarrassing cockups

Che pizza! 🍕 - What a pizza!: “Nuts!”/ used Wien you are bored or annoyed at something

Essere alla frutta 🍎 🍌 - to be at [the moment of] fruit: when the situation is very bad (meals usually end with eating fruit), to emphasize this some people might say al caffè, al dolce ☕️ 🍰(coffee, dessert time)

Un limone 🍋- a lemon: a make out session

French 🇫🇷 this

Chanter en yaourt - sing in yogurt: singing in gibberish, random sounds pretending to sing in [English]

Poser un lapin 🐇 - to put a rabbit: To stand someone up

Avoir le cafard 🪳 - to have the cockroach: To be depressed

Tomber dans les pommes 🍎🍏 - To fall in the apples: To faint

Donner sa langue au chat 👅 🐈- to give one’s tongue to the cat: I have no idea/I give up. used to say you don’t know about something and are unable to give an answer.

Polish 🇵🇱 @pol-ski this post

można z konie kraść 🐎- you can steal horses with him: a trustworthy person

co ma piernik do wiatracka - what does gingerbread have to do with a windmill: it’s irrelevant

*: apparently not used much but wanted to include them cause they’re hilarious; **: maybe regional/use limited to an area

Thanks for contributions: @dasloddl (de), @tetsunabouquet (nl)

[feyd-rautha-apologist]

Ranking the new Duskmourn dual lands

Starting off pretty strong, propably one of the best concepts out of the cycle. I like a haunted forest, and this one has a properly spooky vibe. Not the biggest Gruul fan but it propably has the highest concentration of lesbians out of the color combinations, so bonus points there.

8/10

I like a good fog! Concept doesn't go as hard as the previous one but the art's looking nice and ominous. Also best window arrangement (but only because the ones on the simic one aren't floating & therefore don't count). The longer I look at this one the more I like it.

7/10

Another good fog, but it doesn't hit as hard when it's already in a spooky-looking forest, and one that is objectively inferior to the last spooky forest we had. However, this one is absolutely being carried by that ominous staircase in the back & also Golgari bias.

7/10

Kind of a weak concept, not as evocative as the ones before. Counterpoint, however: Rakdos bias. I quite like the colors too. It propably also has the best name out of these, has a nice rhythm to it, kinda swingy.

8/10

I think I prefer the lands that seem more passively creepy and off-putting rather than the ones where obviously weird & intense shit is actively going down, so the big water pillars aren't doing it for me. This looks less like a "Peculiar Lighthouse" & more like a "Heavily Fucked Up Lighthouse". Like the floating stairs though, and it's got nice contrast.

6/10

My angles dutch as fuck boy. Didn't really impress me that much just skimming over it on Scryfall but looking a bit closer now? Really like the unreasonably big arch entrance, the slightly asymmetrical towers, the lil dude for scale. Something ain't right here geometry-wise, and I enjoy that. Nice puddles too.

9/10

Not a big fan of amusement parks or non-elf clowns. The zany carnival aesthetics doesn't really do it for me here. However I fuck with the Jolly Balloon Man, so I'm willing to cut it some slack.

6/10

Idk why but this card name is something you have to read in the Chills voice. The Murky Sewerrr. Anyway I like this one, big fan of when the water is underground.

9/10

Hi everybody I'm PeNis Prager this is the LakeSide Shack

Aside from that holy shit this is easily the best one. The slight frog perpective? The ominous blue color scheme, with the foreboding red window as basically the only point of contrast? The weird shadows that kinda look like trees at first but tower way the fuck above the actual forest? The weird, black, lantern-like things floating in the air? The almost fish-eye lense look to the background & the bubbles above the shack itself, suggesting all of this is somehow underwater? The flavor text? The ominous as shit ring of upside down windows to remind you that all of this is still inside the house?? Fucking peak.

10/10

I like the crop circles, but this set doesn't have aliens, so apparently those are because of the weird wicker men guys. Don't get me wrong, I like those, but the whole reason that crop circles are weird & creepy is because they're meant to be seen from a bird's eye view. If they're just made by some spooky tree guy on the ground it doesn't work.

5/10

[curseofkolyana]

~trick or treat~

This is just for you!

It's a Clown Tree Frog!

[damistrolls]

A Very Long Time Ago

hellooooo

a few days ago i started a fic about nobody and maledict as kids and ive finally finished it <3

i hope u enjoy

(google doc link)

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Thump thump thump CRASH–

Volare watched out of the corner of his eye as the white-haired troll bounded across the leafy forest floor after something, occasionally plowing into trees and then hastily scrambling back to his feet to resume the chase. He only had mild interest in the situation, too busy with his carving knife and bit of bone in his hands to pay his acquaintance too much mind. 

“Almost…!”

Volare looked over to see the troll practically launching himself off of the tree he had just collided with. 

“You’ll lose another tooth, Mith,” he warned. It would fall on deaf ears, of course. He’s never seen another troll so wild and untamed. Volare would compare him to an animal, but that would be an insult to animals. Animals aren’t depraved like he is. 

Thump thump LEAP– 

Mithyt suddenly launched himself over Volare’s legs, startling him enough to make him suddenly nick the head off of the charm he was carving. 

“Mith!” Volere gasped, scrabbling for the bit of bone that’s almost definitely lost in the leaves now. He looked sharply at the feral troll, who was crouched over something on the ground, tail swishing. “What’s wrong with you?” 

Mithyt got a better grip of whatever was in his hands, and stood up, turning to shove it in Volere’s direction. The young clown leaned back just in time to avoid kissing a huge toad. 

“Ugh, get that out of my face! You ruined my charm.”

“That?” Mithyt gestured towards the poor, beheaded squirrel charm in his hands. “It looks bad.” 

“Yeah, because you made me screw it up.” 

“No, not the headlessness, it just sucks. You’re not very good at that, are you?” 

“What do you know? You couldn’t even carve a cube if your dumb life depended on it.” 

“Well I can still tell when things look a bit shit!”

Volare held a hand out to put a barrier between himself and Mithyt’s mouth. Between him whistling his S’s and spitting his T’s, it wasn’t really something he wanted so close to his face. He’s far from a germaphobe, but that missing tooth gave Mithyt a splash zone, and he’d rather not be in it. 

“What do you want with that thing anyways?” Volare asked, gesturing towards the frog with his carving knife. “You’re always out catching things. Bugs, lizards, and other little creatures… It’s weird.” 

“What? This? I’m gonna eat it, obviously,” he replied, as though Volare should have known already. Volare grimaced. 

“That’s really gross.” 

“Well I’m gonna cook it.” 

“That’s not the point. Why can’t you be normal and go to a restaurant, or cook real food from the store?” 

“You know this is as close to the city as I go. Why would I go out there when the forest’s got everything I need?” he asked, plopping down on the ground so he could retrieve a jar from his bag and open it with one hand. He ended up holding the jar with his filthy gremlin feet while he unscrewed it, and Volare didn’t know whether to be impressed by his ingenuity, or disgusted by his… well, his everything else. 

Volare looked at the other purple for a few moments, before he got distracted by his mutilated charm again, looking down and turning it over in his fingers with a frown. 

“I guess I don’t blame you. There isn’t much for me out there. It’s like every single person expects something different of you… If I don’t show up for church, they bother me about it the next time I come, as if it’s something I have to do. I mean, I’m almost five sweeps, I think I can decide for myself whether to come or not.” 

“Pshh… Why do you even go back to the city?” Mithyt asked, dropping the toad into the jar, and then the jar into his old leather side bag. 

“Well, unlike you, I like my creature comforts. I want a real hive, with a nice bed and an AC. Plus, I can only handle so much of you.” 

Mithyt shrugged it off, and grinned that big, incomplete grin of his. He looked like such a doofus. It would almost be charming if the guy wasn’t such a shit. 

“Oh hey!” Mithyt practically jumped up, pushing his scruffy, unkempt bangs back, allowing Volare a glance of his eyes. “When are you turning five?” 

“Next perigee. Why?” 

“I don’t really keep track of my own, but I know it’s three perigees after yours, so you gotta remind me!” 

“Remember for yourself. How do you know I’ll even come back to remind you of anything?” 

“You’ll come back.” Mithyt laid against a tree opposite to Volare, and pointed a finger at him. Or more like pointed a long, disgusting nail at him. “You like me!” 

“I hate you less than everyone else. There’s a difference.” 

“Nuh uh. You totally like me.” 

“I like that you don’t expect anything of me. I like that I can have company that doesn’t care what I do. But you? I could live without you. If anything, you’re the one who likes me.” 

Mithyt laughed. Volare could feel his face grow hot with rage, and he was glad his paint concealed the purple running to it. 

“Don’t laugh at me! If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t always be trying to get me to stay.” 

“What if I’m just trying to trick you?” Mithyt got on all fours and crept up towards Volare, grinning wickedly. “What if I’m trying to lure you to my hut, so I can cook you up in a stew with frogs and bugs?” 

“… I wouldn’t put it past you.” Volare eyed him cautiously. 

That wasn’t the kind of trick Volare was afraid of, though. It was rather that… he didn’t want to find out that Mith was toying with him. He hated to admit it, but Mith was the only person he really talked to. As frustrating as the other boy is, he would hate to find out one day that it was all just some big joke at his expense. Worst of all, he could genuinely see it happening. 

Volare chucked his mutilated charm into the woods, and then stood, brushing the leaf litter off of his pants. 

“Whatever. Dad’s expecting me back soon.” 

“Boo.” 

“Like you care.” Volare tossed his bag over his shoulder, and returned his carving knife to its casing at his hip. 

Mithyt didn’t have any further comments, and simply began digging at the dirt with his nails as if the clown wasn’t even there. Volare wanted to reassure himself that Mith cared and was just putting up a front like he was, but… The distance felt tangible today. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he brought it up, he’d get laughed at. 

Volare tightened his grip on his bag strap, and left. 

[moon-star18]

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Basics—

Name: Just call me Moon

Age: 18

From: Uk

Gender: Girliepop ✨🎀

Sexuality: I’m pansexual but tell (straight) people I’m bisexual. Don’t like being asked if I like pans I fear 🫶

Overview: This entire page will be dedicated to my random thoughts, opinions and feelings whether it be creative outbursts, my political views, movies, music or book based.

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Other: Older men, Silence, Reading, poetry, crystals, flowers specifically Lilies, Venus Flytraps, Willow trees, teddys, animals specifically otters, candles, incense, trinkets, romance, Sanrio, Winnie the Pooh and friends, Lego, journaling

People: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Michone Grimes, Florence Pugh, Kyle Gallner, Dylan O’Brien, Tom hardy, Konig and Price from COD, Maggie Reed, Janae Watson, Henry Cavil, Bucky Barnes, Pedro Pascal, Winona Ryder, Helena Bonham Carter, Sandra Oh, Victoria Pedretti, Odessa A’zion

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Movies: The maze runner, The Princess And The Frog, Epic, Dinner in America, Avatar, Coraline, Iron man, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Nerve

Series: Doctor who, The Walking Dead, Greys Anatomy, Rick And Morty, Futurama, Shameless (USA version), Anne With An e, Gilmore Girls, Wayne, Alice In Borderland, Bridgerton, Friends, Scandal, Orange Is The New Black

Books: Birthday girl by Penelope Douglas, Skin of a sinner by Avina st Graves, Say you swear by Meagan Brandy, Girl in pieces by Kathleen Glasgow

Book Tropes: age gap, dark romance, romance without smut, friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, Forbidden, Slow burn, coming of age, sad

Music: Deftones, Lana del rey, Mitski, Bring me the horizon, Fleetwood mac, Hozier, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, The Front Bottoms, The neighbourhood, Billy Joel, Radiohead, Dominic Fike, Bikini Kill, Melanie Martinez, Destroy Boys, lil peep, Pierce the veil, Insane Clown Posse, Mötley Crüe, Kesha

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[herpsandbirds]

Hello! Do you have any fun critters from Ecuador (especially birds, but really any interesting critters)?

Animales de Ecuador:

As you may know, I worked and lived in Ecuador for a year, and it was one of the best times of my life. Here are some animals that I got to know while I was there...

Many-banded Araçari (Pteroglossus pluricinctus), HE SCREMMM!!!, family Ramphastidae, order Piciformes

photograph by Jeff Dyck

Horned Screamer (Anhima cornuta), family Anhimidae, order Anseriformes, found in central and northern South America

Mainly herbivorous waterfowl, in the same order as ducks and geese, but in a different family.

Screamers prefer to walk/wade through their habitats, instead of swimming. They can swim, but are not as proficient as ducks and geese.

Hoatzin (Opisthocomus hoazin) aka “Stink Turkey”, family Opisthocomidae, order Opisthocomiformes

The only living member of the bird order Opisthocomiformes.

This leaf-eating bird uses foregut fermentation, in its enlarged crop, to help break down its food. (The ferementation is where the smell comes from, which gives it the name “Pavo Apestoso”)

They live in vegetation at the edges of lakes, streams, and rivers.

The young have 2 small claws on the fronts of the wingsthat help them climb through vegetation.

photograph by Angus Pritchard & Brodie Hopkins Media

Northern Caiman Lizard (Dracaena guianensis), family Teiidae, found across NW and north central South America

Aquatic, feeds on large snails

photograph by Bill Hallier, Nathan Jordan, BryGuy Reptiles

Amazon Basin Emerald Tree Boa (Corallus batesii), family Boidae

This species was once considered to be a population of the Emerald Tree Boa, Corallus caninus, but was made a distinct species in 2009.

photograph by Elson Meneses-Pelayo

Variable Clown Tree Frog (Dendropsophus triangulum) “giraffe morph”, family Hylidae

photograph by Cristian Torica