#frog snippets

[muttmoxley]

anyone thinking about how emizel and soda would lie together at the hideout, limbs tangled together, both covered in blood that could be anyone's but theirs. how emizel buries his face into the nape of soda's neck, his breath hot and ragged from the fight, and emi feels something inside of him grow hungry. he wouldn't, he can't, it's his boy-- but some wretched thing howls and begs to prove it to the world with two small punctures. that soda's his, always has been, always will be.

[egelskop]

version 2.0 of this one.

you can get it as a print. if you want.

[neon-kazoo]

I humbly request to see hero and villain going to build a bear 🥸

(Anything for my bestest beta-reader o7)

Hero and Villain Go To Build-a-Bear

When Hero entered the mall, they could never have imagined Villain’s affinity for stuffed animals, and the chaos it would cause.

The first red flag should have been the look of glee in their eyes when they spotted the “Build-a-Bear Workshop” sign.

Before Hero could blink, about a dozen children were running out of the store, screaming at the villain’s spontaneous arrival. Frantic parents followed, and soon Villain had the store all to themselves.

By the time Hero entered, there was already a deflated animal in their hands. A worker reached for it to begin filling it with stuffing, only for Villain to snatch their hand back and gesture for her to leave. Hero shrugged helplessly.

Who was she to argue with the notorious villain taking over the store?

The employee stepped back as Villain commandeered the stuffing machine, retreating to behind the counter.

Villain completed and repeated the process by heart, filling the animals to their preferred firmness, kissing a small silk heart, and retying the stitching in the back.

After the sixth stuffing, Hero let out a long sigh.

“Are you done, yet?”

Hero certainly was.

“Of course I’m not done!”

Hero sat in the corner, head in their hands as Villain stuffed yet another bear.

This time, when Villain came to present their new child to the hero, there was something suspicious in their smile. As Hero lowered their gaze from their face to their hands, they quickly understood why.

“IS THAT ME?!”

Sure enough, Villain held the Hero-branded teddy in their arms, only its signature suit was swapped for none other than a striped prison jumpsuit.

Why Build-a-Bear even carried jail-themed attire for plushies, Hero had no idea.

Just when Hero thought that was the cherry on top, Villain squeezed the look-a-like bear right in the center.

A creepily accurate voice spoke the words, “I surrender.”

Hero blinked, equal parts impressed and creeped out.

Satisfied by their reaction, Villain turned their sights to the accessories section.

The criminal gasped as they laid eyes on a standing red sign. At the same time, Hero groaned. The sign said ‘buy-four-get-one-outfit-item-free’, and Villain certainly took that to heart.

A purple skirt, a doctor’s outfit, flip flops, red rain boots, two pairs of roller skates, a bucket hat, carrying bag, and so many shirts Hero lost count. The floor was littered in forgotten items, looking like a tornado had hit the store. Hero doubted Villain could see past the items stacked in their arms to even pick up anything they dropped.

Villain heaped their haul on to the countertop in front of the poor employee who definitely did not get paid enough to scan all of that.

The pile contained a pink frog, a green frog, a tie-dye frog (Villain insisted they were a family, and therefore could not be separated), a Darth Vader, a Marvel WandaVision pair, and some kind of fluffy cow with horns.

Oh, and of course the imprisoned Hero bear, complete with sparkly pink sneakers.

Finally, this ordeal was coming to an end.

“Excuse me,” Villain asked, “where do you keep the Villain bears?”

Oh no.

“The…Villain bears?” The confused employee parroted.

“Yes. My bears,” Villain confirmed with confidence.

“Right. Erm…,” she looked around in a show of contemplation, scanning the bins of plushie skins against the wall.

“We seem to be…out of those.”

She typed some probable nonsense into the screen in front of her before putting on a low-effort disappointed face.

“They were limited edition, I’m afraid. Sold out at every store.”

Hero was impressed by the lie. Maybe they needed to speak to the manager about a raise.

The news barely put a damper on the villain’s excitement, they were still vibrating with joy as they put in their email and printed out eight birth certificates.

Once the total rang up, Villain turned to face the hero expectantly.

“Oh no,” Hero stepped back in realization, “The deal was I accompany you peacefully to the mall and you don’t destroy the city. You said nothing about me footing the bill.”

The Villain simply smiled.

“Surely villainy pays enough for this,” Hero questioned, eyeing the amount on the screen with wide eyes.

Shouldn’t a villain just steal it all?

“You do like this city, right?” Villain questioned back, raising an eyebrow.

Ah, the cost of heroics: several hundred dollars.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

The Piper and the Frog

For this challenge proposed by @thepenultimateword, I had to mix the Pipe Piper and the Frog Prince (you'll admire the originality of the title). This is what I got:

*

When the rat catcher stepped into the throne room, both the king and queen failed to hide their surprise. They had been warned, though. Most people thought that this man was not completely human.

What a peculiar appearance, though ! He was so skinny and tall, his spine rigid as if wearing a tight corset. His face was the color of flour, contrasting with the skin of his neck and arms, with golden spirals under the eyelids. It didn’t look like makeup. Discolored long hair fell on his shoulders. His long sky-blue robe with wide sleeves was made of a silk that not many royal guests could have afforded. The same golden spirals were shining on the fabric, and it was hard to stare away. Stuck in his belt, there was one simple flute. Whoever he was, it was evident that this man had spent a long time with the fair folks, and hadn’t come back untouched.

The king and the queen knew how important it was to be polite with the faeries, so they treated him like a prince. Not once they wondered out loud how he could catch rats in such an outfit. Instead, they invited him to dinner. While they ate, young and beautiful girls danced for them and harp players sang.

The rat catcher was not exactly impolite, but didn’t look impressed either. He accepted silently what happened, staring in front of him, his face emotionless except for a tiny smile when the orchestra began to play. He barely ate, and the queen blushed in humiliation. The dinner had not been a feast. It was all they could find that had been spared by the rats. Only during the (meager) dessert the king tried to talk about it:

“It’s like a curse. I’ve never seen anything like it. We can’t poison them, we can’t hit them fast enough. We don’t have many cats, and when I try to buy some from the next kingdom, they ran away or die of illness. At first, they were hiding. Now they don’t even bother. We see some in the day, looking at us in the eye as they’re eating our food. They know they won. It’s only a matter of time before everyone here die of sickness. I’ve already lost some guards who were bitten. Our only son has ran away years ago and can’t be found. Please sir, you are our only hope.”

The rat catcher looked at the thrones and at the once beautiful tapestries surrounding them. Everything had been nibbled. Precious furniture was covered with droppings. The people threw anxious glances here and there, as if dreading to see a form moving from the shadows, grimacing when they did, then staring away in defeat. From the guards to the dancers to the royal couple, they all look exhausted.

The rat catcher made his first genuine smile of the day.

“Pests”, he said. “Quite strange creatures, aren’t they? So sure of themselves. So confident when they take away beauties that they can’t understand, and destroying them. Oh yes. I’ll deal with them.”

His voice was sweet but the tone was strange. Many people shivered, without knowing why. The man nodded to his hosts, then went out of the room without another word. The queen pressed the king’s wrist:

“He looked very passionate about pests”, she said. “I’m glad our son couldn’t meet him.”

“I’m glad too.”

*

Now to be clear, it wasn’t exact that the prince had run away. The prince had not left the kingdom, not even the capital. In his current state, it wouldn’t have been very easy. He was currently living in a lake, next to the forest.

He’d seen the rats during his time here. It’d have been hard to find a place where they weren’t there. Sometimes they came to drink. Sometimes he’d fought against them, with no success. They had teeth and he hadn’t, not anymore. They were stronger and more agile when he was nothing but a green mass with awkward legs.

He’d never been seriously hurt, though. That was the thing with curses. The person who had thrown the spell on you always made sure you stayed healthy, so you could endure your fate worse than death the longest time possible. He stayed there, his humans thoughts and memories and desires trapped in a frog’s tiny mind, turning and turning around. He learned to eat flies and to hide from predators.

He couldn’t drown. Sometimes he wished he could.

He didn’t like to look at humans anymore. They were a painful reminder and a threat, all of them. So when he heard a flute so close to the lake, his first impulse was to flee into the water.

He didn’t, though. The sound was unlike he ever heard before, and yet somehow it was something familiar, something he thought he’d heard a long time ago. He stayed frozen in place, one of his three eyelids twitching, hearing with his inner ears, his lungs, his skin, his whole soul.

Frogs are better at seeing far objects. The prince saw at first a long silhouette covered in sky-blue silk, his flute like a strange beak. Then, he heard a trumping, and focused his large eyes on the ground. Rats were coming. Not only some of them. Lots and lots of them. More than he’d ever seen in his life. A walking, gray meadow. They came in troops without hastening, but not slowly either.

Survival instinct told him to run away, but he stayed glued on the leaf, watching the lake getting surrounded.

One rat fell – no, not fell, stepped into the water. The prince stared at it, expecting it to swim, but it didn’t. It let itself drown, its little black eyes only expressing a vague dreaminess. The others followed. The frog felt drops of water made from their splashing glistening on his skin. Bodies floated around him before plunging into the darkness.

“You are no ordinary animal.”

To say this, the rat catcher had interrupted his song. The prince made a desperate effort to jump, but two hands came over to catch him before he could escape.

“Let me go!” he croaked.

“Not before you tell me who you are.”

“You can understand me?”

“I speak many languages.”

“I’m – I was the prince of this kingdom. I was cursed, as you can see.”

There was a moment of silence. The frog couldn’t look at the rat catcher’s expression, but a few seconds later, he was gently laid on a polished stone. Then the face of the man came into view. The prince took a while before realizing that he was kneeling before him. Again, he was overwhelmed by an impression of familiarity – he’d never seen that stranger, and yet, something in that gesture…

“Who did this to you?” asked the flute player. “What happened?”

The frog gulped.

“I don’t know how it happened. One night I was a man, the next morning a frog. I went to my parents – their room was just in front of mine.”

“How did they react?”

“Well…”

The prince stayed silent for a moment. He remembered his own deformed voice, helplessly trying to form words. He remembered jumping on the royal bed, watching his mother blinking, his own heart beating at the idea that she could scream and try to kill him-

The queen had done nothing of the sort. She’d woken up her husband, and whispered:

“So the spell has worked.”

The prince had a bitter smile.

“They knew already. In fact, they’d asked an enchantress to curse me.”

“Why?”

Embarrassed by the constant staring, the prince moved his legs awkwardly:

“They wanted me to have children. For children, I have to marry. I didn’t want to, and they felt I needed an incentive.”

The frog sighed:

“For the curse to wear off, I have to convince a princess to spend the night with me. My parents told me that and let me go out of the castle.”

“Like that? They didn’t help you at all?”

“Oh, I was supposed to figure things on my own. For a little frog, it’s a big kingdom. I never made it. Maybe they just wanted me out of the way. I tried to stay among people for a while, but since no one understood me, I settled for this lake. It’s- it’s nice.”

He looked at the water that was overflowing with corpses:

“Well, it was.”

“Did no one have pity on you?”

“Who would? They all thought I’d run away. Well, there was- there was my best friend. After my disappearance, he was so sad he bound three bands of iron around his heart, for preventing it to break.”

“Your best friend?”

“Technically, a servant. He mourned me. He was the only one telling people something was wrong, but he left to find me and was never seen again. No one cared about that either, but it’s my fault.”

“How so?”

“I spent so much time with him, everyone thought it was his fault if I didn’t want to find a wife.”

“Were they right?”

“Does it matter? What’s done is done. He knew nothing of the life outside the kingdom. I don’t think he survived. It’s been three years now.”

“Three years is a long time. It’s enough to get lost in the woods. It’s enough to be caught by the fairies.”

“Thanks, you don’t exactly-”

“Your majesty. What do you think happen when you sleep on a fairy mount but your heart is protected by iron?”

“I- I don’t-”

“The fairies take you in. They teach you how to live with nature, how to talk with animals, how to make music that binds the listeners to the will of the musician, and to end curses.”

With that, the rat catcher delicately took the leg of the frog prince into his hand, and kissed it three times. A golden mist appeared around the beast, then went away, revealing a young man with emerald skin. The prince used his new legs to throw himself against the rat catcher, his arms feeling the iron bands under the soft blue silk.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

“The years have changed me, your Majesty. I didn’t recognize you at first, either. I also thought you died.”

“Then why coming back?”

There was no answer. The prince gently got free from the embrace to look at the surroundings.

“You brought the rats here,” he said. “Didn’t you?”

The flute player was silent.

“You never were going to be satisfied with the reward they had for you.”

The flute player was silent.

“You were going to burn this kingdom.”

“I cursed them,” slowly said the rat catcher. “I cursed them all, with all my hate. The rats were just the first stage. I wanted them to beg me before I crushed them. I wanted-”

The prince took his hands:

“What if you wouldn’t?”

“It can’t be stopped.”

“Can it be changed?”

The flute player looked at him. The prince put a hand on his chest. His touch was soft, but the three iron bands broke under his fingers. The rat catch took a deep breath, feeling his heart beating fast for the first time since three years.

“I’m sure we can find something”, said the prince. “Now that we’re both here.”

*

The kingdom stood. The castle is still there. The houses have not caught fire. It’s silent, though. Maybe it’s because the people are mourning.

Maybe it’s because the children are gone, all of them.

The kids hold the hands of the toddlers who are carrying babies. They follow a man transformed by hate, and a man transformed by love.

People said they were all damned. Then again, happy endings can take such strange forms.

*

Additional notes:

- Read The Frog Prince here: https://www.worldoftales.com/fairy_tales/Brothers_Grimm/Grimm_fairy_stories/The_Frog_Prince.html#gsc.tab=0 and many versions of the Pipe Piper here: https://sites.pitt.edu/~dash/hameln.html

- Yes, the servant who bounded his chest with iron was in the Grimm version (with zero impact on the plot, that’s why he was deleted from most modern versions), and come on...

- Yes, frogs have three eyelids and they can hear with their skin and lungs, etc. The more you know.

- The Pied Piper might have been based on a real story that happened in the Middle Ages. In the 13th century, 130 children disappeared in Hamelin. No one knows why or how. Sweet dreams!

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[smoosnoom]

miwip wednesday !

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Full Tech Day One pic today from kiko laureano (denizen of skid row / ensemble) & video (that's four seconds of "ya never know" playing over the static image) from & ft. marcia milgrom dodge (director / choreographer) double captioning "there might be puppets in this musical ;)" & "Well Shake my hand! Come see LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS @guthrietheater featuring @actually_will_roland's hand!"

[fantasci-side-blog]

A froggy day in the life of a young prince and a (to be) knight 🐸

Inspired by this prompt by @thepenultimateword! Based on my characters with @callmemeg

“And you confronted the witch head on because…?” young Prince Belir trailed, staring hard with his amphibian eyes at his equally amphibian as well as equally cursed wannabe-knight sister. Though, rather than nestling into the wet leaves for camouflage like he was, she was hopping around in the soil making a spectacle. She didn’t seem to realize that her usual move of athleticism did not transfer well to this small, round body.

“To protect you, of course!” she cried, struggling through a somersault.

"And what protection this is, thank you so much."

"Hey!” His sister’s throat swelled up and she involuntarily let out a croak.

Their bickering and frog-leaps eventually caught up to the witch. There she was, outside their vacation home, lounging in their family’s hammock, eating a croissant that- that- fine, they didn’t know it was theirs, but maybe their parents had bought it and she had stolen it from their kitchen!

“Hey, Witch!” Miana croaked.

The witch raised her sunglasses contemptuously. “Have your parents taught you no manners at all? That’s Ms Witch to you.”

If Belir had eyebrows, one of his would have been raised right now. 

“Oh, apologies,” Miana said without missing a beat. “Ms Witch!”

“Yes, children?”

“Turn us back!”

“Is that all?” She leaned down and turned both frog children to face the opposite direction.

“Not like that!” Miana’s throat swole once more. “We want to be human again!”

“Oh?” Her lips curved into a smirk, but her victims were… not bright enough for her to get the reaction she hoped for, so her face settled back into a tired look instead. “Don’t you know your magic basics and history?”

“Why, yes,” Belir answered. “Just yesterday I read that some cultures used to decorate magic wands with flower petals on special occasions.”

“Very good.” Belir proudly puffed out his little frog chest. “But I meant curses. Particularly the curse of turning people into frogs. Like your situation.” She gestured between the two of them.

“Oh. No, I can’t say I’m familiar.”

The wi- Ms Witch sighed, “Elvara and Doretan are going to hear from me,” she mumbled to herself. Then she sat up straighter and got out her teaching voice. “Turning people into frogs is a very basic and easy-to-break curse. It’s a very common curse, mostly used by people just learning magic or who just want to use a temporary spell. Its popularity is thanks to the famous fairytale The Frog Prince, that I will personally ask your parents to read to you tonight." Anyone else listening to their conversation may have heard some slight snideness at the last comment, but there wasn’t anyone nearby so that snideness was lost.

Miana nodded. “Thank you. But can you turn us back now?”

“No can do, frog princess. Only true love’s kiss will do the trick. You two do know what that is, I hope?”

“True love’s — HEY! No! What if we don’t have a true love?” Their trembling forms gave Ms Witch reassurance that there was at least some intellect in those heads of theirs.

“Well, I guess then you’d better start looking.” She lowered her sunglasses and resumed eating her croissant. 

With great difficulty, Ms Witch was able to control her laughter and her tongue while the two amphibians panicked their heads off.

Her entertainment was unfortunately put to an end when Ms Nerianne and Queen Elvara walked out the cabin door. 

“Jadi, remind me, do you have any allergies —” 

“WAHHHH! NENE! MOMMY!”

“MRS MOM! NENE! I DON’T WANT TO BE A FROG FOREVER!”

The two frog children continued wailing as two very surprised guardians looked on. They looked toward Ms Witch, Jadi, who had a hand on her mouth to try to muffle her snickering.

“My word…” Elvara rushed forward and picked up her kids, her slimy, crying kids, but her kids nonetheless. Memories of her children being small enough to hold in her arms resurfaced before her critical thinking did. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case for Nerianne.

“What did you do, Jadi?” She withheld the second croissant she had brought as hostage till her question was answered.

“Nothing! You wanted me to teach them magic, I’m teaching them magic!” With a wiggle of her fingers the hostage croissant had transferred to her hand.

“You made them cry!”

“Nuh-huh! I turned them into frogs. I never made them cry. In fact, they started crying when you two came. A suspicious correlation, don’t you think?”

“Oh Gods, Jadi.” Nerianne’s so-done voice was undefeatable.

“Sorry.” Jadi finally had the sense to look sheepish. “But, on the bright side, I agree to take them on as my pupils! Also, I’m allergic to eggplant.”

Nerianne sighed and took one of the children from Elvara’s arms. 

“Dory! Dory, come here!” Elvara called for her husband Doretan, still entranced by the fact that her children were so small.

Doretan walked out, still in an apron and flour, “Yes, Elly?” He paused at the sight of the crying frogs. He didn’t know frogs could cry, he realized.

“I DON’T WANT TO MARRY A WEIRDO WHO KISSES FROGS!”

“I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED AT ALL!”

Those voices were unmistakable. He sighed. It was only a matter of time before his children were turned into frogs, it was a very common occurrence among kids their age, either a curse by a jealous classmate or an accident while learning magic. Thankfully, the curse’s popularity meant its remedy was also very popular.

“So they’re finally frogs, huh?” He wiped his hands on his apron before taking one of the tiny sobbing creatures in his arms. “What kind of frogs are they? They’re so small," he mumbled.

“Aren’t they, Dory?” Elvara responded. “Almost makes me want to keep them this way. So small and tiny,” she freed Nerianne of froggy Miana and cradled her in her arms.

It took a while, but, eventually, Miana and Belir each received a kiss on their heads by their guardians. The kisses had turned them from two sad frogs back to their perpetually confused human selves. It was true love’s kiss. True family love. Tomorrow Jadi would go on to say that they would have known this if they had had better schooling in magic history. But today, they were ordered to get back to their chores and set the table for lunch with her instead.

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Writing journey:

Had this in my head ever since I saw the prompt (which was... July! maybe) but couldn't write. I finally wrote it :D

I need help with ending paragraphs lol.

[bug-leg]

[remi-wolf-music-enjoyer]

🎶🎶coughing up big green frooogs

your life's so simple, now that I'm gooone 🎶🎶

[astriiformes]

20, 39, 43, and 60, if you want to

20 - Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Sigh. My fic tends to be extremely hurt/comfort, frequently verging into fairly whumpy (gestures at how much I wrote for Whumptober back in 2022), although I do go pretty heavy on the comfort often, too. Make of that what you will.

39 - Share a snippet from a WIP

I will share something from a somewhat neglected WIP because I love it very much still and really ought to get back to it -- my transgender Caleb Wittebane backstory fic, "Go Down to the Netherworld, Plant Grapes"

Constance might have found the change jarring, but she wasn’t going to squander it. After overhearing Goody Young and Reverend Bradshaw talk about the possibility of sending her away, she was determined to be more dutiful and Christian than ever. Like Philip. It was her responsibility now, in order to keep them both together. She would move the Youngs with her great piety and her devotion to caring for her younger brother, and people around town would start to say things like “That Constance Wittebane is growing into such a fine young woman, don’t you think?” and “Yes, her parents would be so proud” and “Maybe releasing twenty-three frogs in church wasn’t really such a sin. After all, she must have worked very diligently and patiently to get her hands on so many of them,” to which she would reply, quite levelly and not at all smugly, “Surely your praise ought to go to Christ our Lord, who gave me my great sisterly charity and prodigious frog-catching skills.” All told, she managed to keep it up for about a week.

43 - Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Closer to the former than the latter, seeing as I just admitted to being a pretty solidly whumpy writer, but I would say it's quite to the sadistic point -- I have not infrequently made myself cry writing fic, and am very much a hurt/comfort writer, with certain exceptions when there's a good narrative to be had. I guess I just really like putting characters through the wringer for a good reason and often seeing them patched up and taken care of in the aftermath. Or, alternatively, for what they went through to have an impact or mean something.

This is all uh, probably somewhat revealing about myself and my own experiences, but at least that's what writing is for.

60 - Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

I have and it's always the sort of thing that makes me flustered but in, like a good way. The most prominent example being that my somewhat regular (used to be very, now is hindered by The Curse) beta reader these days, my qpp @scribefindegil was someone whose fic I really looked up to for YEARS and now I just get to hand her my laptop and say "Hey, do you want to read this?" all the time. Sounds fake and made-up.

[muttmoxley]

just got hit with the most intense wave of treebark insanity i felt my fucking heart palpitate. because martyn is smart, right? he’s quick and clever and always two steps ahead, running circles around the other members of third life like it’s a dance. beneath all of that, really, he’s just terrified. he knows that if he stops running, stops smiling, stops pushing buttons he knows he shouldn’t, his mistakes will catch up to him. so when he falls in love, it’s like his whole world has fallen apart. he’d do anything, anything for ren, if he just asked, and the realization is debilitating. that he’s the king’s hand, and love is a weakness on this server but martyn trusts ren to protect him when he lets his guard down. finally, he has a reason to stop running. eurydice has found his orpheus & he knows it’ll doom them both but god he cannot help but commit himself completely. this is nonsense. they make me crazy.

[swagdaniels]

going to throw up. hes so fucking cute . im beating him with a stick . (also my solshine for fun)

[kagender]

AUTISMOOOOO

[thatnerdyfairy]

This gave me epic princess and the frog retelling vibes so… here you go.

The rain crashed down around Anna as she shivered. She huddled in the tree, a large oak, one she hoped wouldn’t wash away in the storm and watched as her childhood home collapsed and washed away. Her sobs ripped through her body, the despair squeezing her heart. That home had been all she’d had left of her parents and little brother. It was gone now, just like they were. Their memories now only in her mind, and their mark on the world now only her, and whatever legacy she could hope to leave. And she watched, a piano floated by. Her piano. The one she had learned to play, sitting on her mothers lap, and the one she had taught her brother on. She watched as it floated towards the tree. When it reached her, it wedged into the branches just below her, and her tears fell on it, her eyes clenched shut. When finally she opened her eyes it was morning. Anna looked around at the blue sky and the muddy ground. The flood had cleared almost as quickly as it had come, leaving destruction in its path. Anna climbed down, and looked at her piano, still sitting at the base of the tree.

“ Um, excuse me!” Anna jumped at the sound of the tiny voice.

“Who said that?”

“Down here!” Piped the voice.

Anna looked down, and to her surprise, a frog sat on the keys of the piano. He stared up at her with crystal clear sentient eyes, and spoke again, more softly this time.

“Hello Anna, I once was a human, and you knew me once upon a time, so when I saw you in the tree, I thought maybe you could help me.”

“And how might I help you?” Anna asked, still in shock.

“Well…” the frog paused “You see…the only way to break the curse is… if you kiss me.”

Anna laughed with mirthless laughter and said sourly

“What have I got to lose?”

The frog’s eyes lit up and he hopped from the C key to the next A, bringing forth a sour hollow sound.

“Then you’ll do it?!” His joy colored his voice and tiny froggy face.

Anna nodded and bent, kissing the frog on his slimy lips.

Came to tumblr to find out if people loved piano frog as much as i did and i was not dissapointed

[thescrapwitch]

Happy Thursday! Have a baby Maglor snippet from the next chapter of From Ruins We Grow:

Maglor had been born on a cold night like this, screaming louder than the storm outside when the midwife placed him in Fëanor’s arms. So much noise from such a tiny thing! Kanafinwë, Fëanor had said, kissing his little nose as he named him, marvelling at how full of life his new son was. Only once Maglor had been placed in Maedhros’ arms did he stop crying, blinking his dark eyes up at his older brother.

And you were worried we’d have to deal with Maitimo being jealous, Nerdanel had teased him as Maedhros, small and serious, told his baby brother all the things they were going to do together.

- then we’ll go to the pond to catch frogs, but you can’t walk yet so I will catch them for you. I’m very good at it. And I’ll teach you to spell your name and my name and Ammë’s name and Atar’s name and how to speak Quenya the right way, since a lot of people speak it wrong no matter how many times Atar corrects them, and then -

Concerned, said Fëanor, too filled with delight to put up much of an argument against her. I was concerned. Then he’d kissed her and let her sleep and spent the rest of that wild, stormy night watching both his sons.

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Types of TikTok’s EAH characters have

Sparrow: 30% band promotion, 70% random fuckery

Hopper: poetry, frog content, complaining about his love life

Daring: those tiktoks where guys basically do NOTHING and get hundreds of thousands of likes

Madeline: tea recipes, tea shoppe promotion, answers comments asking about wonderland but her answers seem to make no sense

Briar: get ready with me, tiktok dances

Lizzie: fashion, sewing, wonderland bragging

Apple: a day in the life of

Raven: experimental videos to find what she likes, makeup, spells, rebel advocating

Darling: subtle how-to content for damsels who want to save themselves, snippets of wonderland with no context

Ashlynn: gf/bf content, nature aesthetic, hauls, has a second TikTok specifically for her shoe store

Hunter: archery, those how-to videos from buff guys with their shirts off that totally aren’t looking for compliments

Humphrey: rapping, makes fan edits of his own music, statistical probabilities

Dexter: fan edits, story times

Chase: videos of battle training

Kitty: pranks, duets people just to giggle snidely

Duchess: dancing videos (her own, not tiktok dances), bragging story times (mostly things that didn’t actually happen)

Justine: dancing videos (her own AND tiktok dances), ballerina content

Ramona: duets and judges/taunts other people

Cerise: athleticism, pranks, duets videos of people cooking meat

Blondie: basically the same as her mirrorcast, tiktok trends

Cupid: love advice, makeup videos

Cedar: art projects

Rosabella: womens rights, animals rights, disability rights, background characters rights,

Courtly: clowncore

Ginger: baking content

Nina: perspective videos

Alistair: travel content, duets those see-if-you-can-find videos

Bunny: plays filter games, duets satisfying content

Meeshell: asmr

Faybelle: pranks, cheerleading

Holly: hair business content, turns into gossip

Poppy: hair business content behind the scenes

Farrah: transformation videos

Crystal: makeup, snowy aesthetics

Jackie: pranks

Northwind: snowball fights

Melody: MUSIC, her remixes, requested remixes, tiktok dances

Jillian: athleticism, doing dares, parkour

Tiny: advocates for giant-sized accessibility, prospective videos, you still can’t see his giant face because his phone is so small everything’s blurry

Gus & Helga: sing if you would eat it