#froggy ribbets?

[sillymagicfroggie]

does paul castro jr know how absolutely amazing his delivery of "shibuya isn't special without them" was?? it makes me insaneee

[midnightmoonbeams]

Eddy Belly drew a Cohozuna, captioned, "Big Run? I AM the Big Run!" Hubba105 drew a witchy Salmonid! 8ribbit drew a froggie, captioned, "how ribbiting." Peepo drew a smallfry, screaming, "BAM!" maru drew Frye as a Thinkling, using 100% Brain Power.

From October 27th, 2022

If you'd like to join me for some future Big Run shenanigans, you can find me streaming my gameplay of it over on my Twitch channel. I'm open to playing with viewers!

[thefishinyourwalls]

HELPPPP I HAVE A MINI FROG OBSESSION

[hcneyflower]

Made a new froggy friend today and I think he is very ribbet-ing! 🤭🐸

[ebbing-terror]

THIS WAS A NEW LAND FOR HIM

He had ventured from the north down south for one reason and only one reason - for help. He needed to find someone and he was hoping that he could find trace of her in the south, if not then he would be doomed to die in this body and that was something that he wished to avoid at all costs. This land was strange and foreign to him, even stranger to the body he had started to call his own, by lack of choice.

He travelled by night and slept during the day. He would not risk it nor chance it. He remained as far away from the roads, from paths and from people as much as he could. He didn’t want confrontation, he didn’t want anyone picking up his own trial and hunting him, afterall he was not an idiot - he was a worthy kill - something to boast about in a tavern with a warm woman in your lap and a cold drink in your hand.

HE WOULD NOT GIVE ANYONE THE SATISFACTION

Yet this night he had went a little bit too close to the road and he heard it. Two travellers had been set upon by bandits and beaten senseless - they had been left alive, but their valuables had been stolen from them and now both of them fucked around trying to clean one another up instead of hightailing it to the nearest village to report the crime and get proper help.

It was then that he could smell it. A twitch at first but it was strong. Blood. It only reminded him how fucking hungry he was. How he had not truly eaten properly at all. Refusing to give in to what this body needed, he barely ate and when he did it was fucking berries of all things, something that would just barely keep him alive and keep him going.

But there it was, two idiots, bleeding and wounded, just standing there wanting to be fucking killed and eaten and it was tearing him apart. It would be easy, too fucking easy. He was bigger than any creature they would have ever seen, faster and stronger as well. They would not last five seconds against him - but it was wrong, he knew it, but he could not pull away from that temptation.

HE WAS FUCKING HUNGRY AND IT WAS KILLING HIM.

He thought about it for the moment, and then the next he moved, and it was easily done as well, the first man was lifted up from the ground with ease, head dipping back, mouth opening and swallowing him whole, the legs kicking back and forth and screaming there one moment and then gone the next. The other man tried to turn and run, as he wasted no time, the to tongue fired out like a slingshot and caught him, wrapping around the leg with ease, dragging him back through the ground and into the waiting mouth, eating him as well, within the flicker of a moment and nothing more.

“Ribbet.”

Still, despite that he was starving, and two humans, for the first time, tasted delicious, they had been a worthy meal for someone, or rather something like him, but then once more, it was not enough as he was already on the move, seeking and searching for something or rather someone else, to find and devour as well.

"THERE YOU ARE!!!!"

Just then a girl leapt down from a tree like a flying squirrel, belly flopping onto the great frog's back. She took two overflowing handfulls of green blubber, squeezing and pulling to her heart's content as if the man-eater was nothing more than a ball of dough.

"I've been looking everywhere for you~!" Seriously, one wouldn't think a creature of this size would be elusive but Lynn had been on the hunt for days. She snuggled into the clammy flesh of her enormous baby, swiping her arms in big circles to give the amphibian rubs and scritches.

Lynn sat back, straddling her greedy steed. How the tables had turned. It seemed like it was only two weeks ago when she was carrying the froggy around but look at him now, big and strong enough to carry-or eat- several people.

"C'mon, let's go home!!~" Lynn patted the frog's head and her feet nudged his squishy sides, gently spuring her behemoth to turn and start hopping their way home.

She knew well enough now that the froggy was a stubborn thing, a behavior Lynn was certain he learned from her. She leaned forward into the frog's line of sight, gazing onto one of those marvelous, shining orbs.

"I have some dinner for you back home~ I made sure they had a nice big meal before locking them up, so they're nice and nutritious!!"

He was a growing boy, so he needed hearty meals! Lynn rubbed the tip of the frog's damp snoot, papping his head once more.

"Home!"

She ordered, pointing firmly in the direction she came from. He was a smart boy, and Lynn knew he understood what she was saying.

[chalicepumasway]

DnD Background for Skezzleman son (yes Hermitcraft related)

Skezz Le Manson by ChalicePumaSway

            Skezz was taken to an orphanage by a group of hunters who found him crying on the side of a river. There was a man nearby stabbed to death with all his clothes and possessions stolen. This was a common story, bandits jump someone and kill them but are unwilling to slay a babe or child they might have been carrying. Sometimes the hunters find the babe before the animals do and sometimes they don’t.

Skezz was luckier than some but life in an orphanage is no easy life. You have ragged clothes and porridge every day. People come to look for a child to adopt but if you are too young or too old you get passed over. Skezz had scars on his arm from his childhood run in with bandits and when adopters saw these flaws they assumed the child was wild, no matter how sweet or funny you actually were. You get to meet clerics and noblemen only when they are doing a good deed before the eyes of many. On one of these many visits the Baron brought his son, Imploso.

Imploso was a lonely only child, expected to keep a crisp appearance and perfect behavior at all times. He caught one glance of Skezz’s confident lopsided grin and woefully wished for a friend like him. When the Baron had finished inspection of the children and had his back turned to discuss the donation to the orphanage, Skezz tossed Imploso a little frog he pulled from the pocket on the front of his overalls. Imploso caught it with a small squeak and his eyes grew wide as he had never touched such a slimy wonderous creature in his life. He loved it. The Baron turned back to make sure his son was following him and Imploso shoved the little frog into his beautiful feathered cap he had taken off when entering the building. They made it outside before the little frog made a ribbet noise and the Baron looked around for the source.  He glared at his son and asked him if he had picked something up while they were there. He hid the cap behind him, scared his father would hurt the small creature. Skezz walked up and snatched the frog back from the cap and held it out to the Baron. Showing him it was his pet making all the noise and Imploso was innocent as can be. The Baron was satisfied with this and went to go. Imploso gave Skezz a quick hug of thanks and whispered to him to take care of the little froggy buddy. Skezz misheard him and thought Imploso called him Homie Buddy and waved good bye to his Homie Buddy.

Years passed and Skezz was old enough to apprentice with a local Mason. His easy and friendly nature made for good company but he was an even harder worker. He felt the need to prove himself useful and capitalize on the opportunity he was being given. Most children had their parents pay to get into an apprenticeship. While Skezz had gotten in by making himself a favorite of the local brick layers. The whole crew of them loved his jokes and his silly nicknames and dances. When an opening became available during Skezz’s 14th birthday week, the crew put together money for his apprenticeship bid. The bid was accepted and Skezz was moved from the orphanage to the Mason’s guild house.

He hadn’t gotten his growth spurt yet and on the gruel he was being fed at the orphanage. He was unlikely to grow to his full potential. In the guild house he cleaned tool sets, ran water, and gathered firewood. He even beat the brick dust off the thick leather aprons and boots all the masons wore to work. His appetite was voracious and he would do extra work on the side for the butcher and the farmers for any extra scraps of food they’d be willing to part with. The local cleric noticed the entire village seemed to enjoy his company and called him a son of Man. The name Skezz Le Man’s Son became Manson and he was often also called Skezz Le Mason.

Another few years pass and Skezz is in the height of his youth, a young strapping lad of 20.  He worked hard during the day with the Mason crew and would party harder in the evenings at the local tavern. He was known for giving all the ladies, old and young a great big smile and a wink, and every buddy he happened across a great big bear hug. On one of these evenings a young blonde man, lithe and graceful came in wearing a cloak without a single tear or any wear in it. He slipped into a chair near the door and ordered a simple local wine. His demeanor though was downtrodden and he wouldn’t make eye contact with a single soul.

Skezz hadn’t noticed him right away, he was playing cards with one of his crewmates and was winning. The hand was over and his friend was dismayed at the amount of coin he lost, so Skezz went to the bar to get him a drink to soothe his wounded ego. As he was waiting on the pour he looked around and noticed the young lad, knowing this was a friend he had yet to make he ordered a second drink and dropped the first off with his friend. He walked right over to the young land and dropped the drink on the table with a whoop and a holler that scared the young lad. He threw his head back and the hood of the cloak fell. His clean skin and blonde locks gave him away as nobility. Skezz noticed this but was more concerned at the sorrow surrounding the poor lad.

“You should join us for a round of cards! It will perk you right up my Homie Buddy.” The phrase he had been using since his run in with Imploso. Imploso blinked at him and his mouth dropped.

“Skezz? From the orphanage? The one who gifted me a frog?”

“Imploso? The Baron’s son?” Skezz grinned from ear to ear and clapped Imploso on the back with a heavy hand. “Well now I’m not gonna take no for an answer! Come game with us my first Homie Buddy!” And a deep friendship was born.

The rounds of cards and beer flowed well into the dawn’s first light. When the last of the Masons had slumped out the door leaning on one another hoping to get a few winks in before the work day began, Skezz and Imploso were left alone on the tavern steps. Skezz leaned back watching the light break through the trees. He finally asked what had been on his heart all night.

“What are you running away from?”

Imploso let out a squeak and his shoulders slumped. He had almost let go entirely of his worries in a fun filled night but here they were waiting for him in the morning light. “My father in law to be.”

Skezz let out a whistle. “Wow at least I can trust you have some real serious issues before you try and take off. Wanna let me in, Homie Buddy? Maybe I can help.”

“Well as you know I’m the Baron’s son. My betrothed has been the same since I was born. She’s lovely, truly, nothing bad to say about her. Her father on the other hand has always treated me as his heir. Which means I have to live up to his expectations as well as my father’s. I’ve been very good at meeting those expectations up until recently. “ Imploso sighed.

“So what changed?”  Skezz toyed with a blade of grass, folding it and tying it into a knot.

“Jousting.” Imploso broke out into tears.

Skezz instantly knew what had happened. Locally jousting had become a huge sport. It had been years ago and lost favor and now something had happened that caused a revival and the fever for it was insatiable. The only people who could afford the equipment were Nobles and so only nobles were permitted to play.

“So your father in law is into jousting.” Skezz sighed. “Rough buddy.”

“I know! I’ve spent my whole life learning how to dance and use the right fork at dinners and wrote my betrothed poetry. I have read countless books he gave me cover to cover and even quoted his favorite authors to him. I’ve never picked up a sword before in my life! The only thing I have going for me is that I know how to ride a horse.” The woes spilled from Imploso in a heated flow.

“He can’t expect you to suddenly be good at jousting can he?” Skezz looked at Imploso who just nodded at him exaggeratedly.

“Absolutely he can and he does. He has entered me into a tourney! I don’t want to die!” Imploso began to shake and tears fell from his eyes in torrents. “So I RAN! My father and my future father in law are going to absolutely get me killed if I go back and will kill me if I DON’T go back.”

Skezz pulled Imploso into a great bear hug. Imploso squeaked as his back cracked from the strength of his friend hardened by manual labor. His face covered in tears and snot dripping from his nose he rested his head on Skezz’s shoulder.

“We’ll figure it out Homie Buddy. I know we will. I’m not sure how but you’re really smart and I’m friends with a lot of people. We can ask around and see if anyone knows a way to make this work.”  Skezz released Imploso and pulled the handkerchief from Imploso’s cloak pocket and wiped his buddy’s tears. Imploso took it from him and blew his nose.

“Why….why do you still use that phrase, Homie Buddy? You do know I said froggy buddy that day.” Imploso continued to clean up his appearance, the movements seemed habitual as if he couldn’t stop himself from making himself presentable.

“Yeah one of the kids pointed that out later to me. I just….loved the idea that my home was a person or many people. I lived my whole life in the orphanage and watched other people have homes where they lived with families. Something I’d always hoped to have. After I met you I realized that even with a home and a family you…needed more.” Skezz sighed and considered his next words carefully.

“I did need more, gosh Skezz you have no idea how much I wanted to be your friend that day. I could never have told my father, he’d be so mad at me.” Imploso had started to clean under his nails with the handkerchief. “He brought me there to show me how good I had it. All I could see was the freedom you all had to be yourselves. I know it is dumb. I had everything but I would have traded it all for a friend.”

Skezz held back tears for a moment and then met eyes with Imploso who looked so utterly defeated and failed.  They streamed silently down his rugged features he felt weak as if he started crying the tears would never stop. “I started…making friends with everyone after I met you. There were some squabbles in the orphanage but I refused to let the kids fight. I told them all we had was one another we had to take care of each other. It didn’t always work, we had kids stealing things brought in by the new kids who had stuff from their homes after their parents died in battles. I got into a fight with one and while I was hitting him he started to cry and I stopped. He looked up at me and said “why do I have to be in pain all the time and why are my parents gone, please just let me have this.” It was a toy one of the other kids had brought with him. I never touched another kid after that. I told myself if a kid needed something I would do everything in my power to get it for them. But I didn’t have anything myself so I made friends with other people and would do work for them, whatever they needed in exchange for whatever a kid needed.”

“Oh Skezz…you have no idea how much that little frog changed my life. I started to tinker with automatons and machines to try and make a friend for myself. Every single one of them had your lopsided grin.” Imploso started to cry again and his self preening was utterly ruined by more tears and snot.

Skezz smiled at the thought that there were automatons with his face on them living in a beautiful, gilded house while he worked his fingers to the bone. “Even the masons guild house is a place I could lose if I get injured or lose a limb or get too old to work. Friends though, friends are a home you always have no matter what you lose. So I guess I will always call people my Homie Buddy because to me they are my home and you’re my first Homie Buddy.”

“So you really mean it when you say we’ll figure this out together. You’re gonna save me from this whole jousting thing.” Imploso let out a shakey sigh. Hope had started to creep into his heart full of fear and terror. He felt like crying but all of a sudden he let out a laugh as the tears rolled down his face.

Skezz joined him and the two laughed with a strange hysterical bent to it. After a few minutes the tavern owner opened the door and gave Skezz a look he was all too familiar with.

“We can’t stay here. I can let you crash at the Masons Guild House today. I’m not working today so we can get some rest and then ask around to see if anyone knows anything.” He stood up and held his hand out to Imploso who looked at it for a second and with a small smile took it as Skezz helped him to his feet and let go.They started down the village path drenched in early morning light. It really felt like a new beginning for both of them.

They got to the Mason Guild house and passed into the main hall. Some of the guildmembers were already sitting down to breakfast being served by a sweet faced lady in a lightly food stained yellow checkered apron and faded off white linen dress. She looked up at Skezz and a huge smile broke out over her face. She took a look at Imploso and gave Skezz a wink.

“You brought home another stray, Skezz. You boys need some breakfast after a night of drinking? Should I get your regular, Skezz?”  She patted him on the arm. Skezz winked at her then he gave her a one armed hug and rested his head on her brown and gray curls.

“If you wouldn’t mind. I of course will be happy to help clean the kitchen before I crash out as per usual.” She nodded at him and Skezz and Imploso took a seat at one of the tables with benches lined on either side. She served them heaping plates of sausages and a bowl of oatmeal with an apple. The tiredness swept over them as their bellies were filled with warm breakfast. Skezz took the plates and walked over to the kitchen door, Imploso followed closely behind him. Skezz stopped at the door. “You don’t have to do this. Its just a deal I have worked out with her if I bring a non-guild member in for breakfast.”

“You’re basically paying for my breakfast, the least I could do is help.” Skezz nodded and they both stepped into the kitchen. Imploso was terrible at sweeping and doing dishes. He was ok at wiping down the counters and restocking the oats for the next round of hungry masons. Skezz chuckled to himself as he watched the Baron’s son struggle with basic tasks. Imploso kept catching his eye and shaking his head and snickering. “Yes! I know I am bad at this. I just…wanted to help, ok?”

“Its great Homie Buddy, don’t sweat it.” Skezz took the basket of linens from the counter. “I’ll drop this off at the washing station in the courtyard and we can get some sleep.”

After dropping off the wash, they walked through the halls pretty quietly, not everyone was awake yet. Skezz opened the door to his room and Imploso let out a little noise of shock. Two dogs looked up from beds tucked against the end of the wooden bed frame. There was a medium sized cage on a table with a large bowl of water and 3 frogs hopping around. There was a brown and gray bird sitting in a nest on the open window sill and three cats curled up in the bed below the window. A fourth cat was crawling in the window past the nest, the bird didn’t react at all even though they were close together.

“This, this is where all your mason money goes, doesn’t it? To feeding this crazy lot of animals you have.” Imploso walked over to the frog cage. Skezz closed the door behind him quietly.

“No. Most of these are just pets the rest of the masons have, they just chose to sleep in my room at night because they know I’m not going to be here and they like hanging out with one another.” Skezz pulled the covers back from the bed and tightened the rope around the hay sack bedding so it pulled the hay together.

“So other people’s pets like to hang out with you more than they like hanging out with their owners?” Imploso shook his head and started to lay his cloak on the floor next to the two resting dogs who wagged their tails as he approached.

“Naw naw, you sleep in the bed, I know you’re not used to sleeping on a floor as nobility and while my bed isn’t a feather mattress but its better than the floor.” Skezz pointed at the bed and Imploso scoffed although he felt grateful at the same time.

“I’m sure we can..” Before he could finish his sentence the door slammed opened.

“SKEZZ!” A lean blonde man with eyes made of flames stood in the door as the suddenly frightened animals scattered. The cats out the door and the window, the bird took flight around the room then went out the window and the dogs stood up in their beds and barked. “Buddy you were on fire last night with those cards. I had to take off after my loss of course because ya know I had important things to do but I promise I’ll be getting you your money today!

Skezz sighed and came to pet the dogs until they settled back into the beds. Imploso sat on the bed looking at feathers and fur left behind in the panic. “You know better than that Tongo, I’ll take your money whenever you have it. If you can’t get it to me just volunteer at the orphanage or do some work for the kitchen to help for an IOU.”

“No offense buddy but I don’t like volunteering at the orphanage, every time I go the kids ask me to burn the place down. I ask them if they want to be kids without families and without a roof over their heads. They all think they are going to get adopted by the Baron if there isn’t an orphanage to live in. Silly kids. Speaking of, this guy looks like the Baron’s son.” Tongo looked Imploso up and down, obviously used to the fact Skezz brought back people to his room all the time.

“He is the Baron’s son, Tongo Topin, this is Imploso, son of our local Baron.” Skezz sat on the end of the bed next to the dogs and continued to pet and settle them. The one with redish brown fur leaned into his hand and softly wagged his tail and gave a yawn.

“WHAT? Geeze Skezz you make friends with everyone, but nobility. That’s got to be a new one for you.” Tongo looked Imploso up and down. “What are you even doing here? How did you skadoodle past the guards your father has around his place? That place is locked up tight.”

“It’s a long story and to be honest I’m pretty tired. Skezz knows how to party and clean up afterwards. Now I’m barely upright.” Imploso took the pillow off the bed and fluffed it a second. “We were just about to argue who got to sleep on the floor and who was going to be forced to sleep in the bed.”

“Oh, well you can crash in my bed, Imploso, you stay in here you’ll be cuddling all manner of animals by the time you wake up. I’m next door.” Tongo stepped out and the pair followed him. Tongo opened his door. The room’s furniture was a mirror of Skezz’s except every surface was covered in automatons and scrap metal parts. Even the bed had a small robot on each bedpost. Imploso let out a delighted cry.

“You work with automatons too? Oh Wow!! Yeah this feels very familiar. My own room looks similar. I could definitely crash here and sleep well with the smell of oil and metal. “ Imploso gave the sweetest smile to Skezz who nodded back with his signature grin.

“And by similar you mean like a 10th of the size of your room. I’ve got to go and get the fires for the kilns running then I have some guys I have to meet up with for….uhhh, reasons.” Tongo dipped suddenly. Skezz looked after him, concern clearly etched on his face.

“How does that guy know how big my room is? Is everything ok you look worried.” Imploso pulled the sheets back on Tango’s bed and slid his boots off. He placed his cloak on one of the hooks next to the bed. Tongo had a few tools on the hooks next to it. Some of them looked like custom creations.

‘I dunno, Top has this habit of getting mixed up with the wrong kind of people. He was pretty vague about who he was meeting and as you’ve seen he doesn’t normally hold anything back without good reason. Oh and he comes from a family with some ties to a criminal group. His mother got him into the masons to make sure he stayed away from it but he has brothers and cousins and his dad is still in it. They are descended from fire elementals, don’t ask me how I didn’t know they could cross with humans.” Skezz watched as Imploso settled into the bed. “You gonna be good, need anything?”

“Naw. I should be good. I’m really tired. I’ll be out like a candle flame in a storm I’m sure.” He smiled at Skezz one more time and rolled over onto his side facing the wall, pulling the blanket over him. Skezz watched him for a moment more and went back to his room and crashed.

[justanechoflower]

Flowey or Froggy whichever you prefer do you randomly ribbit like a normal frog?

Transcript: "I've only been ribbeting this whole time. You're only imagining I'm speaking. I didn't even talk as a Flower. I only made flower noises. That's right. You're talking to your own self. You're all alone. I was never even here."

*Well that was a twist.*

10/20 - Frog

[awesomefroggy]

Hey froggy have you looked at Critical Role's new ttrpg Daggerheart? I noticed there's a frog ancestry called Ribbets. 👀

I did see!! I haven't messed with it yet, but I'm always very excited for more frog things 😂

[mollytvd]

Cute little frog earrings I’ve made! Thought I’d share them here because they’re too adorable not to🥺https://etsy.me/31OGY6x

[onniejune]

Froggy boi

[digitalta]

When it’s 96 degrees out, I can’t blame this guy for jumping in

[reloaded504]

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[forever-rogue]

if the fall prompts are for requests: caught in the rain + “come on under the covers with me.” with eddie?

AN | Soft, rainy day fluff. That’s all 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was the gentle pitter-patter of the rain that had stirred you from slumber, but the crack of thunder that actually caused you to get out of bed. You shivered at the cool air coming through the cracked window, only in your underwear from the evening before. A discarded shirt on his desk caught your eye and was quietly slipped over your frame. 

A glance back at the warm, comfy bed told you he was still fast asleep. He was beautiful; pale skin with freckled, rosy cheeks and bright pink lips, and wild hair fanned across his pillow. He looked so relaxed and peaceful that the idea that he would have to wake up caused your heart to pang. His polaroid camera stared at you from atop a pile of laundry that needed to be folded and you came up with an idea that you deemed brilliant. As quietly as you could with the clunky thing, you snapped a picture of your metalhead. 

He didn’t even stir at the sound of the flash, snap, or printing of the photo. You set it down in an uncrowded spot on his desk to develop as you padded out of his bedroom, and to the front door. It opened gently as you stepped outside on the porch of the trailer, studying the heavy gray skies and gently falling rain. The air smelled fresh, laced with the scent of damp earth and wet concrete and chimney smoke. A combination that brought forth a sense of comfort and familiarity. 

Lightning flashed in the distance and caused you to startle for a moment before you started to count until you heard the accompanying thunder. You toed on Eddie’s old pair of wellies and trudged down the rickety porch steps, letting yourself get caught in the light drizzle. The familiar ribbets of the frogs that always appeared during the rainy season enthralled you and you looked around the uneven grass as you tried to track them down. 

After following their croaky song for a few minutes, you found a little family nested in some wet leaves on one of the shrubs. You meant down to look at them, your heart light and happy at the little critters. They looked happy as they hopped around and sang their song; a small bit of everyday magic.  You were about to pick a rogue little one up to put back near the others but the sound of the creaky door opening again caught your attention.

“Baby,” you rose to your full height and looked back to find Eddie Munson standing on his porch, eyes heavy lidded and voice thick with sleep in only his plaid pajama bottoms, “what on earth are you doing?”

“Looking at the froggies!” you shouted over the rain as thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. You pointed excitedly at the shrub, and he couldn’t help but shake his head fondly, heart swelling with affection for you, “it’s raining!”

“I can see that,” he leaned against the railing, arms over his chest as he watched, “baby, you’re getting all wet and you’ll get sick.”

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” you insisted, throwing your arms out spinning around, “come on, Eddie bear! It feels wonderful.”

He shook his head in amusement before deciding fuck it and stepped out into the rain and running over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, spinning around a few times as you giggled happily. When he set you down, both of you dizzied and breathless, he looked at you with fervent intensity in those big doe eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning and stealing a few saccharine kisses from his pink, plush lips. 

“We’re getting a little wet,” he smiled that magical, toothy and dimpled lopsided smile that made your knees weak. He always had this specific way of looking at you that made it feel like he was falling in love with you all over again. He was - falling a little more every day. You shook your head, showering him with water droplets that were clinging to your hair.

“Just a little bit,” you agreed close to shivers because you were practically drenched to the bone from your time outside. Eddie was almost in the same boat, his normal waves and curls quickly becoming straight with wetness, “feels so good though. The first rain after a dry spell is always the best.”

“Come on under the covers with me!” his hand slid down your arm before finding your own, lacing your fingers together, “it’s freezing out here!” 

“Only if you agree to cuddles and staying in bed today,” you worried your bottom lip as you looked at him with big, soft doe eyes. There was never even a chance that he would say no to you. He nodded happily and you softened, “inside we go then!”

Before you could turn to walk back inside his trailer, he scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder effortlessly. You’d squealed in surprise at his sudden gesture and couldn’t help but giggle like mad as he made his way back inside, “Eddie! Don’t drop me!”

“I would never angel,” he promised, yelping in amusement as you smacked his ass a few times, “cheeky girl!”

He took off the boots on your feet and tossed them to the side before taking you back into the warmth of the small trailer. He set you down and looked you over, tutting slightly at how wet you were, his t-shirt sticking to our body like a second skin and legs bare. You offered him a sheepish expression as he grabbed a towel out of the hall closet. Holding out your hand as you expected him to pass the towel to you but he kept it and started to tenderly dry your hair, careful not to tug or pull or make any knots, “you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” he insisted softly with a kiss to your nose as he dried your face, “strip. Please.”

He ducked into his bedroom and pulled out a pair of sweats and a fresh t-shirt for you. Once he was back, you did as instructed and Eddie helped to dry off your body, only pausing to tickle you and cause you to squirm and laugh a few times. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he pulled on the shirt and helped you into the pants, making a small sound of satisfaction when you were bundled.

“My hero,” you sighed wistfully before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. His pale skin flushed a pretty pastel rose before he proceeded to dry off his own mop of hair. You’d tried to help but he’d stepped out of your reach, tutting slightly. 

He discarded his own plaid bottoms and pulled on a pair he’d grabbed for himself, holding his hands out and making a triumphant, “all better.”

“What would I do without you, Eddie?”

“I think you’d do just fine, angel.”

“Let me rephrase, I never want to be without you, Eddie,” you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into your frame, letting him swallow and dwarf you. He smelled of fresh rain, his fruity shampoo, and the remnants of his cologne mixed with cigarettes; it was an intoxicating combination and it was easy to lose yourself in him, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he sighed softly, longingly and squeezed you tighter to his warm body, “silly girl.”

“I have one more request…”

“Name it.”

“Hot chocolate,” you grinned at him, “with mini marshmallows.”

“Now that I can definitely do.”

[ebbing-terror]

In the garden, sheltered by broad green leaves, Lynn encountered a delightful creature—a chubby little frog, its eyes glimmering like polished emeralds, sparkling under the sun's warm glow. She held him tenderly, sharing soft whispers of dreams and joy—melodies of summer nights, where fireflies twirled like fallen stars.

But enchantment wove its delicate threads, intertwining mischief with destiny— a curse that floated like a breeze: As she giggled by the pond’s edge, her laughter echoed in her throat, until she blinked and beheld her own reflection—a froggy face staring back in astonishment.

Yet in this transformed reality, she uncovered a vibrant world: the glisten of dew on her smooth skin, the symphony of croaks under the moon’s watchful gaze—beauty previously hidden from human sight. The fleeting awkwardness of her leaps, where joy danced among bright lily pads; she learned to embrace this ribbeting rhythm, forging bonds with wriggling tadpoles. Together, they found themselves ensnared in the swamp, two frogs cast into a realm that felt like home.

Finding herself within a world unseen by most wasn't something foreign to Lynn. Ever since she was a child the girl had been adrift amongst mingling realms of humanity and things she later learned were 'curses'.

Her life got stranger every day. She was meeting so many odd beings and it was all so exciting and fun! Lynn had just been telling the froggy all about the adventures she had, unaware of the one brewing as she spoke.

This had been a moment of leasure, a rare and brief pause from the chaos Lynn thrived in. It must be so simple to be a frog!

As fate would have it, Lynn would see for herself what it was like.

One moment, she was cradling the frog and the next the world was growing around her. Then it got completely dark.

'Hey!!!'

She meant to say, but the only sound that came out was a keen 'Ribbit!!!'

Ack!!! What the hell?!

Lynn was swallowed up by her hoodie and she crawled, pushed and burrowed her way out of it. She peered around, flummoxed by her new situation, realizing instantly what had been done.

She was turned into a frog!!!!

'RIBBIT!!! RIBBET!!! KUUURRRRK!!!! KUUURRRRKKK!!!!"

The horror!! The confusion!!! The explicitives!!!

She wasn't a girl anymore!! She was just a little green glob that could now fit into a soup ladle!

Oh no!!

Oh well.

In the same instant her world was shattered apart it came together again, binded by the music of her kind in the air and the harmony of the creek and the quiet life playing through the night. This wasn't so bad!

Her eyes glimmered, her senses enhanced by her new, unassuming form. the dirt was moist and cool under her belly and she hopped forward, jumping into the experience.

Ever one to go with the flow Lynn followed her froggy friend as he showed her the ropes of life as a sticky little amphibian. They swam and sang, hopped and hunted crickets. That was pretty much it, but it was so wonderful!

In her mind, Lynn had nothing to fret about. She could play froggy for a while then go home and Mahito could change her back! But she wasn't ready for the fun to end, the night was still young and she wanted to hop and idle some more! It really was a such a refreshing perspective, there was no stress, no nine to five job, no obnoxious people and pressure to fit into a screwed up society. There was only hop, swim, eat bug, sing and nap.

'Krrk, Krrk!!'

Lynn told her frog friend.

'Hey, Hey!!!'

She had an idea, it was bright in her round eyes as she hopped up and down.

'Ribbit, Brrrribbit!!'

'Let's go find Junpei!!!'

Yes, he'd like this! He'd like this alot! They should go find the boy so they could all play together!

[froggyhopscotch]

I want to draw something DGM at the moment, but I'm not sure what.

[cherryvanillasims]

Ribbeting Storytelling 🐸

Mireya loves to write on her super cute froggy PC. She turned this small room into her own lil office foggy sanctuary.